<?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-7954314</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:55:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In Black</title><subtitle type='html'>Even The Day Has To Give Way To The Night</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-7656694643561218297</id><published>2009-08-15T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:46:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoBody ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;SO SORRY for the no post for such a long time. Ain't here to blog cos there's rather too much things going on now, but I swear that I'll share with you once I'm more or less settled down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, here's a few clips where I wanna share with you peers, "NOBODY" ~ ^_^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqtzQkoJS_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqtzQkoJS_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Original MV of Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwfUaMT3Z7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwfUaMT3Z7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then The World Influence ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gITJYDiYkXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gITJYDiYkXs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My personal Favourite!!! This guy is good~ Enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-7656694643561218297?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7656694643561218297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=7656694643561218297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7656694643561218297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7656694643561218297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody.html' title='NoBody ~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-4849190285407445324</id><published>2009-01-24T09:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:53:52.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 Mentors &amp; 2 Guardians</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There are 4 people in my life who play very important &amp;amp; significant roles. They are my 2 mentors &amp;amp; 2 guardians. Allow me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;introduce&lt;/span&gt; them to you, and at the same time thank them for everything that they had done for me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 1st mentor in life is my father. He had thought me the way of life, the righteousness one must have, the real world and how one must treat other people, especially the elders. He has provided me with the most basic attitude, skill &amp;amp; knowledge that I must have in order to be a good person in this life time. Although he always nags at me, even until now, I really appreciate his efforts in making sure that I'm on the right track in life. Thank you Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/090124/LovingParents-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 1st guardian is my mother. Since young, she has been showering me with a lot of care and love. She's the one whom i turn to whenever I'm happy &amp;amp; sad as a little boy then. That's why I'm so talkative still. Mummy's boy eh...! Anyway, she nags even more than my dad. ^_^&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;~! I wonder how i even survive that? My mum is someone who is amazingly rich in emotions, I guessed that's how I grew up to be a man with strong emotions. I used to say that I'm a woman trapped in a man's shell. I can think like a man (&lt;em&gt;thanks to dad&lt;/em&gt;), feel like a woman (&lt;em&gt;thanks to mum&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... Well, my mum will be the 1st woman whom I ever want to make her proud of myself. Thank you mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/090124/FerrariGraceStanley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; mentor will be Dr Grace Kong, who is my agency leader cum BOSS. She has thought me a lot of things over the past 2 years while I am working with her. She is consistently reminding me to be a better person, day by day. One of her usual quote is "&lt;em&gt;You must always give, cos people who give means he/she has surplus. People who take are usually poor...&lt;/em&gt;". Grace has always try to push me to my fullest potential, although I feel that I'm far from that. She coaches me well and has share with me a lot about this world. She is someone whom I really respect, and someone with tons of experience &amp;amp; knowledge to share. Thank you Grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/090124/TanFamilyII-39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; guardian will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jinglin&lt;/span&gt;, who is my girlfriend. She is the one who provided me with care, love and growth. She is the one whom I share most of my feelings &amp;amp; thoughts with. She plays many roles in my life; my best friend, my lover &amp;amp; my soul mate. We think about life in the same frequency most of the times. I share with her my dreams &amp;amp; all my rubbish. I spent most of my time with her. Without her, a lot of learning will not have been possible, because I learn while I re-cap and reinforce whatever I had learnt with her. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jinglin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-4849190285407445324?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4849190285407445324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=4849190285407445324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4849190285407445324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4849190285407445324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-2-mentors-2-guardians.html' title='My 2 Mentors &amp; 2 Guardians'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/090124/th_LovingParents-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-9134545300264750615</id><published>2008-12-22T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:40:35.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jinglin &amp;amp; I recently went to see the movie, Yes Man, by Jim Carrey. As I'm a BIG TIME FAN of his, I've enjoyed the show. I always somehow find some special meaning in his show, although it's always wacky in a way. Well, this time I the word "Yes" meaningful in another perspective...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/081222/Yesman.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, in the show Jim's character was told to say "YES" to anything that comes his way. So, whenever an opportunity that pops by then he will always say "YES". However, he only got to find out in the end that he should only say "YES" to things that he wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, we tend to give reasons/excuses/explanations to things that comes our way in life, only to turn that opportunity down. Be it that career, or relationship, or commitment, or adventure...etc. At the end of the day, we only manage to avoid, and then commented that "I wish I had....", rather than "I wish I could....".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I see many people around me (including myself) giving all sorts reasons not to do things, maybe it's time we do. A very good example will be, I don't like to read books. I only books I like are most probably Chinese Comic Books and Magazines like FHM &amp;amp; MAXIM...etc. Anyway, I had given tons of excuses not to read any thick text/story books. But now my MBA program actually needs me to have tons of reading, which I had never ever imagine before. And guessed what, I'm just gonna make it happen. And I will make that happen today. From now on, that will be 2hrs to 3hrs of self reading for me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The workload of a MBA program is crazy~! In these 3 months, I have to complete at least 2 course booklets, 2 study guides, 5 assignments ranging from 1000 to 3000 words each (2 individuals &amp;amp; 3 different groups), 1 extra readings &amp;amp; 1 extra readings online. Never ever had I ever done that kind of intensive reading and writing before~! Well Done, isn't it~? ^_^" Well, I will take up this challenge, and I will make it happen. In one and a half years time, it will all be over~! And by then, I will break it down for you on how I did it... Meanwhile stay tune my friends, take care ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-9134545300264750615?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9134545300264750615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=9134545300264750615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/9134545300264750615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/9134545300264750615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-man.html' title='Yes Man'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/081222/th_Yesman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-1089654566917945513</id><published>2008-12-06T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:46:43.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Right, Do The Right Thing ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEoKKlL2kZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEoKKlL2kZ0&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;說好的幸福呢 (MTV), By Jay Zhou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I personally like this Jay Zhou's song - Shuo Hao De Xing Fu Ne (說好的幸福呢 &lt;em&gt;Meaning "Where's the loving &amp;amp; content future we talk about&lt;/em&gt;" or something like that.) Jay's fan, please pardon me if the translation is not 100% accurate. Anyway, personally Jay is not an idol of mine, don't really like the way he sings I guess. However, some of his songs are really nice to hear, if not most of his lyrics makes superb meaning in life, especially this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This song reminds me of the many times couples quarrel. See, many times when couples quarrel, they tend to say things which they don't really mean to say during the heat of the moment, for example, "&lt;em&gt;Let's break-up&lt;/em&gt;" for instance. Normally that was said without proper thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It might be just some simple or stupid disagreement the couple have, but somehow it can lead to some disasterous outcome. I won't want to go into how it is developed, because there are just millions &amp;amp; billions of senarios, and also the fact that I'm just plain lazy. But... I'll like to say something else ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;During such similar senarios, when it reaches the part where one is about to utter out some painfully cruel words to the other, I want to freeze the moment and take a step back and walk down some memory lanes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; place we go is the beginning, where everything started; the time when they first met. What is it like? How does it feel? Is it fated to happen? &lt;em&gt;Next&lt;/em&gt;, we shall visit how they got together. How is it like? What is said? Shall we ask why they decide to be together? Is there any promise(s) made? Will there be any time limit? &lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt; before we go back to the actual time, let's go see everything that has happened since the day they are together until now. Are there any memorable events that have taken place? Any more further commitents or promises agreed upon? Any quarrels or disagreements occured? How happy or/and sad are they when they are happy and/or sad? Are there any tears dropped? If yes, are they the happy or sad ones? And why the tears...? Is there even any regret...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now that we have all been through all their future, and by looking at the current situation, what are they thinking of currently? Have they forgotten everything from the past? Or is the current incident &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;enough to overwrite everything from the pass~? If it's not, will it be nessary to hurt the other person, or the relationship~? Are they prepared to accept the future it brings no matter what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;See, if only we can freeze time and do the time travel thingy as mentioned earlier, we will save a lot of unnessary time, not make the wrong choices, and thus not hurt any person(s) we care about, including ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;With that, I shall end my entry and wish you readers with best regards in your love life. &lt;em&gt;Love Right, Do The Right Thing ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-1089654566917945513?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1089654566917945513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=1089654566917945513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/1089654566917945513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/1089654566917945513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-right-do-right-thing.html' title='Love Right, Do The Right Thing ~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-2963761962619478191</id><published>2008-10-07T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:09:56.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Is No. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I personally feel that this is a very nice MTV~! We should all achieve more in life than what we already had... ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er-agIt5-jg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er-agIt5-jg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone Is No. 1 - By Andy Lau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-2963761962619478191?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2963761962619478191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=2963761962619478191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2963761962619478191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2963761962619478191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyone-is-no-1.html' title='Everyone Is No. 1'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-8116609550827579262</id><published>2008-08-23T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:38:16.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080823/Stanley-1.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finally, my Dream Car is here . . . ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-8116609550827579262?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8116609550827579262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=8116609550827579262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/8116609550827579262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/8116609550827579262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream-car.html' title='Dream Car'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080823/th_Stanley-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-1991897745348719193</id><published>2008-07-15T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:41:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warded In SGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just one a day after my previous post (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Want More Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), my mum was warded in Singapore General Hospital. A big shock and blow was delivered to me. She had suffered a mild heart attack, and had undergone a "balloon" surgery. One problem occurred after another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After ballooning, there's blood clot. Thus she needs to thin down her blood to dissolve the clot. Then her blood gotten too thin, and so gotta stay in hospital to balance the blood level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After further checks, doctors realised that there's a lump/clot in her liver. Doctor informed me that it can be anything, meaning at best nothing, or cancer at worst. After hearing that, I had ultimate stressful days &amp;amp; sleepless nights. Finally yesterday, the results was out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank GOD the results shows that it's not cancer, just normal blood clot in the liver. Just take some medicine, and she'll be fine~! That was the best piece of news I had in these few days. It's been 9 days since she was warded now. This experience allowed me to learn life into the next level...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is full of unpredictable...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I guessed we've all heard that too many times, but how hard do we realised that it's so true~?!! Too &lt;/span&gt;much to say for this entry, but too bad I've too little time and I gotta rush now. To end this entry off, I'll like to say this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Live full, take care of people whom you love and including yourself, and most importantly, bring happiness to people whom matters to you, and that;s you YOURSELF too~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-1991897745348719193?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1991897745348719193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=1991897745348719193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/1991897745348719193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/1991897745348719193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/warded-in-sgh.html' title='Warded In SGH'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-5374316264485091058</id><published>2008-07-05T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:36:29.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want More Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want more time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I really do. I'm doing it too slowly, and time &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;is limited&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Below is a very touching video, I cried when I saw this clip for the first time. It reminds me again and again, on why do I work so hard for. Until now, it still has that impact on me. I must work harder each day, provide my parents the best each day. I needed more time, will I eventually have that...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1OmpTPffQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1OmpTPffQc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-5374316264485091058?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5374316264485091058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=5374316264485091058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/5374316264485091058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/5374316264485091058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-more.html' title='I Want More Time'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-7497854456736744227</id><published>2008-06-13T09:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:46:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous Stance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have so many things to blog about, yet I do not really know where to start from. So many of them are important and meaningful, yet, I still prefer to blog about something ramdom today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070826/Stanley-TheLegacy.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Legacy Photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Remember this famous photo of mine~? It's from my previous entry (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/legacy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;) on August 2007. I know this stance had been rather popular for a few decades now, but this stance had been made famous by who~? However, if you were to go to town area these days, you'll get to see this stance of mine, almost everywhere... Why~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, the answer is simple. The "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Angry Big Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" is coming... Soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="236" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080613/Stanley-TheLegacy.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="236" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080613/Hulk.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Look To The Right, While I Look To The Left, Ok ? ^_^"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-7497854456736744227?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7497854456736744227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=7497854456736744227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7497854456736744227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7497854456736744227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/famous-stance.html' title='The Famous Stance'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070826/th_Stanley-TheLegacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-3696940733194534033</id><published>2008-04-28T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:47:34.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today I'm here to ask every one of you 3 Questions, just 3. I wonder how many of you agree with me that the job that we do, kind of or in a way, determines our future advancement in life, the bonds between us and our family or friends, and also our own satisfaction &amp;amp; achievements in life.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of my friends were looking for jobs, and some were even hopping around jobs. I kept thinking to myself, "why"~? Is it that we grow bored of what we're doing after some time~? Or is it that the passion for the job had started to fade off when the workload gets heavier, or when the immediate boss gets nastier~? Or are the things we do becoming part of a same old boring routine that it's starting to make us feel numb about life~? Why do most people have to work for one whole year, just to enjoy that one time year-end-bonus and holiday~?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you're starting to think like the above-mentioned, or anything along that feeling, then something BIG &amp;amp; MAJOR in wrong is your working life right now~! I used to think like that when I was in my previous job. I have to drag my corpse to work every single day. Every day feels so dull and tiring. Never have I ever woke up, feeling excited to go to work, NEVER... Every morning then was like, "Shall I just go get myself a 2 days Medical Leave, I'm like feeling so sick~!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now, things had changed since I started this career of mine last year. I'm definitely a different person from whom I used to be any more, and it's definitely for the better. You'll know and see why... Anyway, I guessed you're still waiting for that 3 golden questions that I was about to ask, aren't you~? So, they are as follows : -&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[1] Are you &lt;em&gt;HAPPY &lt;/em&gt;with your current job?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Can you &lt;em&gt;fulfill your dreams&lt;/em&gt;, if you were to continue doing what you're doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[3] Is this what you wanted to do for the &lt;em&gt;rest of your life&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If your answers are all "YES" to the above questions, then congratulations~! You are in your ideal career path. All the best to you and you will definitely have a great career ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you answers consist of both "Yes" &amp;amp; "No", then there could be a few things. Either you like the job, but you're somehow stuck on it and unable to progress, or you hated the environment or companies that come with it. Or you're just lost and don't really know what you actually wanted...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And if your answers are all "NO", then what are you waiting for~? Please go look for a job and tender your resignation immediately, you'll only be wasting your youth, time and energy in your current job. I mean, come on.... There's really nothing to look forward to isn't it~? And I can understand you frustration. Been there, done that before.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To wrap things up, if you are indeed looking for a career opportunity or career advancement in the financial industry, please do let me know. You can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:benefits@singnet.com.sg"&gt;benefits@singnet.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; and I will show you how to be an entrepreneur. Oh, please leave your &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contact number&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for me, I'll try my best to reply to all, no promises though but I promised I'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;All the best to you folks, I wish you a fruitful year ahead and may you too find your ideal dream career~! ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-3696940733194534033?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3696940733194534033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=3696940733194534033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/3696940733194534033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/3696940733194534033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/career-opportunities.html' title='Career Opportunities'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-7326889883027185701</id><published>2008-04-11T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:19:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It has been a busy &amp;amp; fruitful year so far, and I'm glad that it is the way it is now. ^_^Yes~! Well, no matter how busy we all are, we still have to take some time to chill down and relax for a while. Thus below is a video clip of a comedian name &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Russell Peters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he IS darn funny. The clip might take some time to load, and it lasted 45min. But &lt;em&gt;TRUST&lt;/em&gt; me, it'll be worth while~! Enjoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24Ryj1ywoqw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24Ryj1ywoqw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presenting Russell Peters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Take care friends, remember that life is not always about the end results, but more to enjoying the processes while we're actually doing it. ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-7326889883027185701?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7326889883027185701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=7326889883027185701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7326889883027185701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7326889883027185701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-break.html' title='Have A Break'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-8638279750626135874</id><published>2008-02-21T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:31:24.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Telling Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Man, what a hell of a day I had~!?! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; Know what I keep telling myself on such tragic occasions~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;In life, it's not about how bad it is. It's about how bad it hit us, but we still &lt;strong&gt;keep moving forward&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-8638279750626135874?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8638279750626135874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=8638279750626135874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/8638279750626135874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/8638279750626135874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/keep-telling-myself.html' title='Keep Telling Myself'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-2654132425968425944</id><published>2008-02-17T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:59:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New PHone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The prophecy turns out to be true, indeed it's a good year ahead~! Other than the year started out good for my work, so is the excellent Chinese New Year. With the winnings I've got, so far, I've pampered myself with this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="333" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080217/SGH-G800.gif" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Classic ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Samsung SGH-G800, with it's 5.0 Mega Pixels lens, and 3X optical zoom, it really comes in handy for my work, especially its macro-shoot function. I've kissed goodbye to my Olympus digital camera and gave it to my dad, simply because I no longer require its service. My new phone is rather bulky and heavy, as compared to my previous Samsung SGH-U700, still I'm very happy &amp;amp; satisfy with my new toy, so far. ^_^Hee~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guessed everyone is back to work after such a long holiday, hope everyone is fully recharged during this period and is ready for the run for the year. Best of luck &amp;amp; health to everyone of you. Gong Xi Fa Da Cai and a very happy &amp;amp; great new year ahead~! Huat Ah ! ! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-2654132425968425944?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2654132425968425944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=2654132425968425944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2654132425968425944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2654132425968425944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-new-phone.html' title='New Year, New PHone'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080217/th_SGH-G800.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-4508420784590536216</id><published>2008-01-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:12:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Entry Jan 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess this is my 1st ever photo entry, too many things already, but too little time to write. I think I shall let the photos do a rough summary of what had happen since December 2008 until now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, it's X-mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="410" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/Dear-45.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya~ta . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sounds farmiliar~?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That's what Hiro say in Heroes when he did his 1st time travel...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="359" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/TanFamilyII-37.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;At Plaza Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="282" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/Me-74.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;What ~ ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="289" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/IMG_2189.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At My Agency Fun Nite Cum X-mas Celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then the 2 weddings at Malaysia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/PC260019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black-Tie Event @ Shangri-La (K.L)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/PC290035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Ipoh, With Jinglin &amp;amp; Her Cousins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/PC290049.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The Woman's Secret . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then comes my agency planning day 2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="380" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/P1147321.jpg" width="593" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The Fun Team ~ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="352" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/P1147282.jpg" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I Am Voted As The Agency Idol ~ ! ! ! ^_^Hee ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That's about all, for now... Will update my entry soon I guess. Been busy with the new year, and also down with a bad cough too, which has been more than 2 weeks already. Do take care people~! Oh, and a very good and happy new year~! ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-4508420784590536216?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4508420784590536216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=4508420784590536216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4508420784590536216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4508420784590536216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/photo-entry-jan-2008.html' title='Photo Entry Jan 2008'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/080118/th_Dear-45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-6317842374828453787</id><published>2007-12-24T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:03:58.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings Abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img height="389" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071224/wedding.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I will be going to Malaysia from 25th to 30th Dec to attend 2 weddings, one at K.L while the other at Ipoh. Don't miss me ya... ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-6317842374828453787?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6317842374828453787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=6317842374828453787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6317842374828453787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6317842374828453787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/weddings-abroad.html' title='Weddings Abroad'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071224/th_wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-4348442084345339487</id><published>2007-11-23T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:35:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued From Priceless Trip . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;No wonder my entry seems incomplete. I forget to add the following photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071123/SeminarAwardCollection.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Receiving FasTrack Award From My CEO, Philip Seah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071123/OurAchievements-01.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Stash Of Jinglin &amp;amp; Mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071123/OurAchievements-02.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulate Each Other For Our Achievements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That's really all people. ^_^ Cheers ~ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-4348442084345339487?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4348442084345339487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=4348442084345339487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4348442084345339487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4348442084345339487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/continued-from-priceless-trip.html' title='Continued From Priceless Trip . . .'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071123/th_SeminarAwardCollection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-2805399410819710088</id><published>2007-11-22T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:45:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I think this entry might take some time to load all the photos, so please bare with it if the loading is slow... However I hope it's worth the wait. Anyway, I shall not say what I did day by day. Instead I'll talk about my 1st trip overseas category by category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;First allow me to introduce to you the 2 hotels that I had stayed in. The 1st hotel is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Amari Watergate Hotel &amp;amp; Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I can only say that lucky I do not have to pay for it, or least it will mean a bomb to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/AmariWatergateHotelSpaLobby.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hotel Lobby . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The room was very cozy with the huge bed &amp;amp; LCD TV. Definitely the best room that I had been to so far. Feast your eyes on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="152" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/AmariRoom-01.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="117" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/AmariRoom-02.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The TV is very BIG one man, cannot really see from here though . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The toilet, to me of expected standard only. Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="191" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/AmariToilet-01.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="191" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/AmariToilet-02.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not really as impressive as the room . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;While I was having my morning seminar on the 2nd day, Jinglin ordered the room service breakfast. As according to her, it was nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-07RoomService.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning Breakfast Room Service&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The 2nd Hotel that we stayed in was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Grand Millennium Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The Bangkok branch of our local &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;M Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a smaller hotel as compared to the Amari Watergate Hotel &amp;amp; Spa, but it's service is of good standard. The differences is that, The Amari Watergate Hotel &amp;amp; Spa services is more of the Thai culture type, while the Grand Millennium Hotel is more towards the western type of service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/GrandMillenniumHotel.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bangkok M Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The room was a good typical high class room. I personally still like the room of the Amari more, however, I like the toilet of Millennium much much more. Here's how it look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="163" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/MillenniumRoom-01.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="163" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/MillenniumRoom-02.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="292" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/MillenniumToilet-01.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="292" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/MillenniumToilet-02.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glass Walls... Nice ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now that you had seen where I had been staying throughout my Bangkok trip, we shall now move on to see the local food that had tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The typical breakfast I had while we're still staying at Amari looks like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="162" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-09ThePromenadeRestaurant.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="162" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-08ThePromenadeRestaurant.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing Outstanding, EXCEPT the Bacons ~ ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Honestly, I had missed those bacons~! Man~! My meals then were mostly taken at this restaurant at Pat Pong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ThePromenadeRestaurant.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Located at the Lv 4 of the Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next is a small cafe type of restaurant which we had our dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="293" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-02PatPong.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="293" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-01PatPong.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Cold &amp;amp; Hot Tea ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-06PatPong.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas Had His Fried Kuay Tiao In Omelet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-05PatPong.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivy Trying The Tom Yam Soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-04PatPong.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Shrimp Paste Fried Rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-03PatPong.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jinglin Had Her Beef Steak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next is the dinner Jinglin &amp;amp; I had at the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth Food Avenue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; located at&lt;br /&gt;the the level 5 of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mah Boon Krong Shopping Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dinner was tasty, and of course.... CHEAP~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-10TheFifthFoodAvenue.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai Style Seafood Fried Kuay Tiao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-11TheFifthFoodAvenue.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prawn With Crystal Noodle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Moving on, allow me to introduce to you.... Mcdonalds~! ^_^Haha~! You might be saying that I'm an idiot to go eat Mcdonalds at Bangkok, since it's such a common food around the world. This is where you're wrong, people~! So, so wrong~!!! Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen, now let me show you the one and only PORK Burger that Mcdonalds have, the Samurai Pork Burger~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-12McdonaldsSamuraiProkBurger.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The One &amp;amp; Only Pork Burger Of Mcdonalds, or so I hear . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The last food section that I'll introduce is another Japanese Restaurant located at the cinema level of MBK Shopping Centre. This one really is DIRT CHEAP~! Food wise is reasonably tasty for its price. Jinglin &amp;amp; I only spend 328 Baht in total. Here's what we had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="292" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-13JapFoodAtMBK.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="292" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-14JapFoodAtMBK.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Hot &amp;amp; Cold Tea, Yet Again ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-17JapFoodAtMBK.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;50 Baht Only, Can You Believe It ~ ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-15JapFoodAtMBK.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;129 Baht . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Food-19JapFoodAtMBK.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;99 Baht ~ !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just in case you don't know the exchange rate, it's SDG 1 to about THB 23. There're still a lot of other very nice and cheap food around Bangkok, just that I forgot to take more photos at the sight of those tasty food. They are famous for their meatballs, which can be found everywhere. So is their crystal noodles. So for food-lovers, you really have to try as many different dish as possible. Also must try those stalls located by the roadside, most might look dirty and will not pass the hygiene standard. However if you're adventurous enough, you'll get to taste some good local food. Don't worry that much, as least Jinglin &amp;amp; I made it back just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next is all the adventures that we had. Shopping Centres include &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Platinum Fashion Mall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;which is directly opposite of Amari Watergate Hotel &amp;amp; Spa, wholesale prices. In fact it's the best there so far, in terms of prices.&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;MBK Shooping Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;a bit more expensive but the quality might be a little bit better. Heard that it's quite the same as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pratunum Market &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but we have not been there though.&lt;/em&gt;). Shopping Markets include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Chatuchak Weekend Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat Pong Night Market&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Suan Loong Night Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly one could not finish shopping at one shopping centre/market in just one day. It's just too big &amp;amp; crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Let me touch on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pat Pong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it quite a black market there whereby the prices were sky-high and the goods were all imitations. However you'll get to see the Thai Girls Show where the girls could do many funny stuffs with their "pussy". Yeah... You hear me~! But be careful, such pub would agreed upon one price but bill you another. If you ask me, I would say that it's robbery~! We were the actual victims of such "crime". However, I heard that there's some &lt;em&gt;REAL &lt;/em&gt;Thai Girls Shows in that area, just that the black market ones "over-flood" them, which makes them difficult to be located. You can try your luck though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next I'll like to touch on the &lt;strong&gt;Chatuchak Weekend Market&lt;/strong&gt;. This Place is HUGE~! We only explored like 30% of the area for one whole morning plus afternoon. Trust me that you can get lost there. They sell everything and anything there. From clothing to furniture and food to animals, and even delivery services. There was even an area where they give out maps of the area, that is if you manage to find that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="129" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-03.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="129" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-04.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="129" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-05.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look At The Crowd Man ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We were lucky to had gone there that day because it was a cloudy day with not much sun. Or else we would had been cook~! Too crowded and hot there, but it's worth going. Prices are quite cheap there. It's every woman's magic land for shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-01.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's that boy looking at ~ ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-06.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^_^ Candid Shot Of JingLin ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-07.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You actually gotta try the clothing on the spot man !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-02.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shop Till She "Drop" ~ (Private Joke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ChatuchakWeekendMarket-08.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Present To You, Chatuchak Weekend Market&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I guessed that's all for shopping. Moving on is the adventures segment. The first place of interest is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Floating Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. 600 Baht per person, free one bottle of mineral water some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-01.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's Take Off . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="108" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-03.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="108" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-02.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="108" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-04.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some places crowded, Some places quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-05.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At The End Of This River, You Can Feed Fishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I think a lot of movie scenes were taken here too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-06.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-07.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At A Souvenir Shop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-08.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/FloatingMarket-09.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coconuts For Sale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nothing much to say about the floating market. It's a good experience, but I'll not go again though. Please do not place your finger beside the boat throughout the session, your little fingers will really hurt if it's squashed between 2 boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next is the Elephant Riding Session. 400 or 600 Baht per person, can't really remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ElephantRide-01.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take Note Of This Guy ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is what happened. This guy knows how to speak Mandarin well. At first he seems to be very friendly and help took pictures of us for free. Jinglin and I still intend to give him a good tip at the end of the trip. But towards the end, he show us some goods made from "elephant tooth", which is really expensive. 500 Baht per piece~! When another guy offered Nicholas &amp;amp; Iv 500 Baht for 6 pieces~! Jinglin &amp;amp; I refused to buy any, and from then on this guy will refused to talk to us~! He even shouted in some foreign language to his fellow colleagues, most probably scolding us. He even refused to let us feed our elephant the bananas that we had bought. The worst part is that he even hit our elephant with his whatever stick &lt;em&gt;(the one he uses to control the elephant)&lt;/em&gt; he has with him. What a damn loser~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="164" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ElephantRide-04.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="164" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ElephantRide-03.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He just wanna eat something, I bet he's really hungry ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/ElephantRide-02.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here Comes The New Tarzan &amp;amp; June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next stop is the Siam Cultural Park, the cost per person is 200 Baht... Cheap~! Nothing much to see the though. A few wax figures of some famous people, and some other stuffs. Take a look ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/SiamCulturalParkBuldda.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Of The 3 Buddha Statues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/SiamCulturalParkWaxFigure-03.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Conference Of Mr Mao &amp;amp; Mr Mao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/SiamCulturalParkWaxFigure-01.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoever he is, Jinglin seem to be really paying attention to . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/SiamCulturalParkWaxFigure-02.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suppose To Be Mother Theresa ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/SiamCulturalParkCave-02.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks Naked ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/SiamCulturalParkCave-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess Who Is That ~ ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/SiamCulturalParkCave-03.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The New Tomb Raider ~ ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;In the cave of the park shows a story of a man who eats to his death because of his greed. Quite interesting... A short one though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/Lee-TheTourGuide.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's Also A Very Charming Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The above mentioned three places (Floating Market, Elephant Riding &amp;amp; Siam Cultural Park) were lead by our very nice taxi tour guide, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. These 3 tourist spots were about 100km away from Bangkok, so normally it's better if you book a taxi for the whole journey. In total, we paid him 2000 Baht for the taxi transport and his services, plus 200 Baht more as his tip. He's really good and he can speck English well. He had also brought us to a place which served Thai cook food. The food was FANTASTIC, and it only cost us 560 Baht for 5 of us~! Where to find such treat man~?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now, the final place of interest. The last segment of this entry too. Allow me to present to you, The ladies-men of Bangkok~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We had went the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calypso Cabaret &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Asia Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the cost is 600 Bath person which include one drink. I was really impressed with the chorography and the way they change the background of the stage. Very nice &amp;amp; professional~! No wonder it was call the BEST in Thailand. Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, please feast your eyes on the photos as I present to you, The Best In Thailand ~ ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretSignBoard.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the show . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretPotrait-01.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretPotrait-02.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potraits Of The Stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretLadyman-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretLadyman-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretLadyman-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stunning "Ladies"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretLadyman-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretLadyman-05.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretLadyman-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even MORE stunning "Ladies"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretPhotoSession-01.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo Taking Session&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="292" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretPhotoSession-02.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="292" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretPhotoSession-03.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do They Really Used To Be Men ~ ? ? ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="193" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretPhotoSession-05.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="193" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/CalypsoCabaretPhotoSession-04.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^_^ The Most Funny Character Among Them All ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That's about all for my 1st ever trip outside Singapore &amp;amp; Malaysia. I had really enjoyed myself there~! In total, I had spent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Air Tickets &amp;amp; Hotel : SGD 750&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Transport around Bangkok : 2000 Baht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shopping : SGD 150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Food &amp;amp; Beverage : 3000 Baht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shows &amp;amp; Trips : 3000 Baht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Enjoyed My 1st Trip Ever With Jinglin : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-2805399410819710088?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2805399410819710088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=2805399410819710088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2805399410819710088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2805399410819710088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/priceless-trip.html' title='Priceless Trip'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071122/th_AmariWatergateHotelSpaLobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-7355898718031783613</id><published>2007-11-15T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:56:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be There . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="176" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071115/FloatingMarket.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is the day . . . I'm so looking forward to it ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-7355898718031783613?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7355898718031783613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=7355898718031783613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7355898718031783613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7355898718031783613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-there.html' title='Be There . . .'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071115/th_FloatingMarket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-6211828013462419642</id><published>2007-10-24T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:15:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Track 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My whole life, the only place outside Singapore that I've been to is Malaysia. The furthest I went &amp;amp; the highest I went is Genting Highlands. Know why...? Since young, my family always travel on dates that I couldn't go. Be it that it's near/during my examinations, or even popular dates which I could not take leave off my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However this time round, my fate had changed. Year 2007 will be the turning point of this fate. I will finally get to travel around the world to taste different food &amp;amp; see different culture. In fact it starts this mid November 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="326" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071024/FastTrack2007.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you there ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I'll be going for an incentive trip to Bangkok (Thailand) from 16th to 18th November. However I have extended my trip for 2 more days, thus I'll only be back on the 20th. Do stay tune for an entry for this trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so looking forward to this trip... *excited*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-6211828013462419642?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6211828013462419642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=6211828013462419642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6211828013462419642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6211828013462419642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fast-track-2007.html' title='Fast Track 2007'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/071024/th_FastTrack2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-728070533020186462</id><published>2007-10-19T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:49:32.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow "Friends"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends, I have so many. I believed whoever that's reading this now has many friends too. And there are so many types of friends that one could have, but today, I'll introduce you to this very special group of friends, the Shallow "Friends". Here's how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You all make friends, be it in schools, work places, neighbourhoods, or even social gatherings... Slowly you establish a relationship which we commonly known as "Friendships". And moving on from there, we keep in touch with each other. We'll call each other up as and when, meet up for gatherings/entertainments occasionally, or even confined with each other some of our darkest secrets, thinking that they will keep that secret for you too. For all you know you trusted them, like they trusted you too... Isn't it~? And we all thought that all friendships are like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then one fateful day, you decided that you wanted to embark on a different career. Especially into the Banking, Financial, Property and even Sales industry. For all you know, you are still "you". Never did you expect that some, or most, of your friends were no longer "friends" anymore... One by one started to avoid you. From not meeting up with you, to not answering your calls, and even not replying your emails or handphone messages. Some even talk to you in a manner as though you owe them something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Does friendship take into consideration of one's occupation~? If a friend is in need of help, does he/she always meant that he/she wanted money~? Going into financial industry allows me to see how mature all my friends were. Not only that, I came to realise who are the ones whom I can truly call them FRIENDS. It doesn't mean that they had to buy any service from me in order to be my friends (S&lt;em&gt;orry I'm not that shallow~!&lt;/em&gt;). However, please note that... Friends will still not buy/take-up anything from you if he/she does not need/require your service, but they will NEVER avoid or treat you differently as compared to the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;At least I get to identify my real friends early, what happen when I REALLY am in need of help urgently, and I started searching desperately for help with that little time that I have, but innocently bump into such pool of shallow people, I'll be in deep trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I sincerely thank &amp;amp; appreciate those true friends that I have now, some of them really surprised me though &lt;em&gt;(Lesson learnt: Do not judge anyone base on what you know only).&lt;/em&gt; That's why there's a famous saying, &lt;em&gt;it takes one to know one (it takes one real friend to know another).&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, as for those shallow &amp;amp; immature "friends" that I came across in life, I really wish that somehow you get to realise what you had been doing to others; If you don't like people to treat your otherwise, don't treat people otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take Care ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-728070533020186462?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/728070533020186462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=728070533020186462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/728070533020186462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/728070533020186462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/shallow-friends.html' title='Shallow &quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-6225910570508990540</id><published>2007-09-22T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:34:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ever . . . !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just thought that I should share this video... So CUTE ~ ! ^_^&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/7954314-6225910570508990540?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6225910570508990540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=6225910570508990540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6225910570508990540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6225910570508990540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ever.html' title='What Ever . . . !'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-4612617052454350260</id><published>2007-09-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:34:13.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promised the whole world &amp;amp; time for you, but eventually I couldn't deliver them to you. True Love itself doesn't seems to be enough in reality, as time can lighten the density of quality. I thought I could be that mountain that you would depend on whatever &amp;amp; whenever you needed, but I guessed I am wrong. The saddest truth is, I really wish I could...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070919/Guilty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I Plead Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stress &amp;amp; exhaustion made me became complacent, due to the lack of my determination. Thus, negligence became a sin I am guilty of. &lt;em&gt;The Best&lt;/em&gt;, I may used to be... But I will never allow anyone to replace that title in my absent. Hate me, I know. Punish me if you have to. Leave me, if you feel necessary to hurt us both. But please let me say this to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am really sorry to have let you down, but I do truly love you with everything I have as well. Believe me when I say I don't have a choice, for to you I know you don't agree with me. I admit that I was not in the best I am to you, but do you know I'm also not in my best to treat you well too? I am not finding excuses for the wrong that I had made, as I indeed am as guilty as I can be. I only beg you to have faith in me, if not at least have faith in the love that brought us so far. I Love You, I Really Do. And I know you really love me too. Why continue to hurt yourself when we're both already so wounded, why not hug tight and encourage both of us to live through this storm. I will, but will you stay with me...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070919/FallenAngelResized.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-4612617052454350260?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4612617052454350260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=4612617052454350260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4612617052454350260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/4612617052454350260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sins.html' title='My Sins'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070919/th_Guilty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-5809085106948369791</id><published>2007-09-09T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:11:13.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy, Enjoy, Enjoy . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The period near to end August &amp; early September is always very stress &amp;amp; enjoyable. Stress because it's both Jinglin's &amp; my birthday, so there'll be a lot celebrations and it cost a lot of &lt;em&gt;MONEY&lt;/em&gt;~! Nevertheless, the enjoyment we had is worth it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still remember for the past few years I had the Clubing Marathon, the Huge Combine Celebration...etc. So some ask me, what's new this year~? Well... I didn't purposely think of one, but coincidently there was a marathon... It's a Food Marathon~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070909/Dear-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Good We Ate Finish Already Then We Took The Photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many times we both went out to treat ourselves, and on top of that people gave us treats also. We nearly had great meals for a full 10 days!!! From Japanese Cuisine @ Tom Ton of The Central, to the Western Fine Dining @ Fosters Restaurant of Holland. Then there were the Ajisen of Bugis, some Chinese cuisine @ Vivo City, Fish &amp;amp; Co of Bugis. I guess there were some more... Just that, I forgot about them already... ^_^" Haha~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070909/Me-71.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Like This Dish, The Mua Ji ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However I'll like to comment on Tom Ton. Their food there is very nice, but that comes with a price. We both came out of the restaurant feeling only slightly filled, but we spent S$100/-. Still, it was worth it~!!! I get to taste one of the finest "mua ji" for dessert, and please take note that they always sold out on that. So do ask them to reserve for you when you places your order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070909/BirthdayCelebration2007-02.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The One With The Wipe-Cream Is The "Blow-Job"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I went to the ZOUK finally. It's the first I went ever since it was last renovated. It was quite a crazy night man. There was a total of 4 jugs of beer, 2 jugs of Vodka Redbull, 2 jugs of Vodka cranberries, 8 shots of blow-job &amp;amp; 12 shots of sex-on-the-beach. Not forgetting the flaming&lt;br /&gt;lamborghini that Tony treat me. I went back at 0300hrs, with my head spinning like crazy. Two words to describe, Hyper High~! The next day I wake up at 0800hrs, I must say that I'm still feeling high when I woke up, not forgetting the numerous vomits I had before and after my sleep... -_-" Haiz... Still, it was a enjoyable night out~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;^_^Cheers~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-5809085106948369791?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5809085106948369791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=5809085106948369791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/5809085106948369791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/5809085106948369791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy, Enjoy, Enjoy . . .'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070909/th_Dear-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-6182439625066775674</id><published>2007-08-27T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:36:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Handphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had always been a loyal user of NOKIA handphones. I still remembered my 1st handphone ever back in 1997, the NOKIA 3210. Then the rest follows; 3310, 8250, 6230, 6230i and finally 6280. I had always like their user friendliness. Honestly I personally think that &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; should be what a device for a human being should be, user-friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However as my expectations increases over these 10years, NOKIA failed to satisfy my expectations again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One bad experience I had was the software problem when they just launched the 6230. That's why even before 1 year is up, I trade in for the 6230i. However I then trade in again for the 6280, as I was fascinated by the huge screen and of course the 2M pixel camera. Nevertheless, out of the 6 handphones I had over 10 years, all 6 of them gave me the same problem~! Call me &lt;em&gt;unlucky&lt;/em&gt; if you wish, but it's true that the port at the bottom the phone is always giving the connection problem. Thus any ear-piece will never last me more than 2 months, so is the port of the phone. I wonder if that is common for everyone out there, but I know for sure that &lt;em&gt;I am &lt;/em&gt;one of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thus I now finally let go of NOKIA, and had to painfully re-learn how to use another brand of handphone. Allow me to introduce to you my new handphone, &lt;strong&gt;SAMSUNG U700&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="351" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070827/samsungu700.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't it feels good to hold one of these. . . ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm still struggling to even type one simple message. However, I'm still impressed by it's sleek design, light weight, it's functions &amp;amp; display. I'm totally blown over by it. This handphone is by far the handphone that I like the most~! And it comes with a free&lt;br /&gt;Bluetooth ear-piece too. ^_^Nice~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh by the way, did I even mentioned that it's my birthday tomorrow~?!! So you friends out there know what to do eh...? Wahahaha~! ^_^Kidding only ya, just kidding~! Enjoy your day then, chao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-6182439625066775674?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6182439625066775674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=6182439625066775674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6182439625066775674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/6182439625066775674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-handphone.html' title='My Handphone'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070827/th_samsungu700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-7646059273992585447</id><published>2007-08-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:52:36.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Have you ever asked yourself why are you living on earth today~? What is your purpose of &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; here~? More often than not, I believed that such similar questions will hit you from time to time... Have you ever really think about it seriously before~? Well I don't know about you, but I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;For those who had known me for a long long time, yes I meant back to the days where I was still a student, you would have heard be telling you this before, especially if you're my ex-girlfriend. I said back then, "I'm here for a reason. In fact I'm here for someone..." However I guessed I'm wrong then, &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; totally worng though, but wrong ya... I thought that I was supposed to bring meaning, or laughter, or even happiness to just a particular &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. But recently I had descovered my even &lt;em&gt;bigger &lt;/em&gt;purpose in life. See, at first I might thought that my life should be just delicated to my parents, whereby I will bring them more joy and happiness into the family, it'll be a long goal and is still currently working on it. The came the thought that I might be &lt;em&gt;the one&lt;/em&gt; for a girl whereby our life met at our crossroad. Then failed relastionship after relationship showed that it'll be of a much further purpose to fulfill. Luckily for me, about 3 years ago, I've finally met that special someone who by far has treated me the best other than my parents. She's Jinglin, and I hope that she &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; that purpose that'll be accompnaying me for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then came my friends who I met in &amp;amp; outside school/work. I'm pretty sure that there are times whereby I had made a significance mark or changes in their lives. So is that all...? NO~! What about those strangers that I had bumped into...? Will I make a difference for them, or shall I say... &lt;em&gt;Can I&lt;/em&gt; ~? YES I CAN~!!! And yes I did... For about five years that I worked as a police officer, I had came across so many different people who are in need of help. And among so many of them, I believe that there are some of them who had their life changed because we met. But it's normally always only &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they had gotten themselves into trouble then I could help them. And believe me, there are so many times when I feel so terrible for them. Can I only help people only after they knew they need it~? Can't I just beat this system...? I wanted to... But can I...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;If we were talking about the &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;I used to be, I would have said &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;. But today, I'm already a different man. The rules of the game seems to have changed also, this time I get to help people even before anything were to happen, but it doesn't mean that it will get easier for me. In fact it's even harder now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thus this is why the title for this entry is "The Legacy". My friends, this is my legacy, and it will be different. From now on, I look forward to helping fulfill the legacy of others. That will be my ultimate legacy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My legacy had already started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070826/Stanley-TheLegacy.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will I See You At Our Crossroad Too . . . ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-7646059273992585447?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7646059273992585447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=7646059273992585447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7646059273992585447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7646059273992585447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/legacy.html' title='The Legacy'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070826/th_Stanley-TheLegacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-302783310985554456</id><published>2007-06-30T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:32:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Sight ? ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quite some weeks ago, I went to the Hypermart at IMM Building. The shopping experience seems to be fine &amp; normal until I came to the vegetables &amp;amp; fruits department. I nearly fainted. Here's what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Upon my first step into the "green sector", I was greeted by the many shoppers as usual. However, this particular station was VERY CROWDED. "&lt;em&gt;There must be some very good deal here~!&lt;/em&gt;", I told myself. Indeed there is... Consist of both local &amp; foreign shoppers, they were congregating to "&lt;em&gt;sample&lt;/em&gt;" the lychee &amp;amp; mangosteen. According to one of the shoppers, they were allow to "&lt;em&gt;test&lt;/em&gt;" the fruits in this particular station before "&lt;em&gt;making their purchase&lt;/em&gt;", which explains why there are a few trash bags attached around this station. I could see that the shoppers were all very "&lt;em&gt;helpful&lt;/em&gt;" with their "testing" or "&lt;em&gt;sampling&lt;/em&gt;". I stood there for more than 30 minutes observing these people, and from the way I see it, these "&lt;em&gt;shoppers&lt;/em&gt;" were more like "&lt;em&gt;testers&lt;/em&gt;" rather than "&lt;em&gt;buyers&lt;/em&gt;". Only 1 out of 30 in this station shows potential in buying these 2 fruits, but these rare customers seems to not really enjoy their shopping experience, from the look of their facial expression. I mean I have nothing against this marketing strategy of this particular company, but I'm more concern about the hygiene issue here. Know why~? Here's why~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070630/Lychee-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070630/Lychee-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070630/Lychee-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hunger Strikes ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When a customer picks up a lychee &lt;em&gt;(for example)&lt;/em&gt;, he peels off the skin of the fruit enthusiastically and quickly places the long-anticipated juicy lychee into his mouth, but somehow the lychee's taste wasn't up to his expectation, so this customer spit out the lychee from his mouth onto the side of the station!!! And this is a typical practice that you can see around this particular station. Some even throw their spit onto the fruits. Can you imagine what if you had buy a bunch of lychees with potential spits on them~?!! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*fainted* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You won't like that right...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070630/Mangosteen-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070630/Mangosteen-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Try Me . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hoped that the management of the company will/had done something about this, since it's been some time now. Thanks, but no thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-302783310985554456?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/302783310985554456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=302783310985554456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/302783310985554456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/302783310985554456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-sight.html' title='What A Sight ? ! !'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070630/th_Lychee-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-2644971132887536584</id><published>2007-06-10T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:43:14.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just when I thought that my new job would give me more free time, I'm actually more busy. Lesser time for fun, family &amp; Jinglin... Hai~ Just like I had always said, it's not that I'm conplaining or what, it's good that I'm busy cos it means that business is good, but I miss out on so many things at the same time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will this be a fair trade~? I admit that I'm more satisfied with this job than my previous one, and the pay is way better~! It's exciting &amp;amp; rewarding too... What am I saying~? Well I guessed everything comes with a price. Hopefully this kind of time consumption will decrease over time, just that the rest maintain can already~! ^_^Wahaha~! I know I am so greedy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I had passed my Graduate Diploma. Wahaha~! Such a great news, that's one more step closer to my Master Degree, but I guess I'll rest for the time being first. I think I'll only start earliest on 2008. Passing my exams meant a lot to me, but too bad Jinglin isn't there with me to celebrate. I missed her badly... Can only hold her in my arms on Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"-_- Sianz . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-2644971132887536584?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2644971132887536584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=2644971132887536584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2644971132887536584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/2644971132887536584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-9083145048388569160</id><published>2007-04-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:03:54.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm lost, I no longer feel secure. I'm blind, I can't find the light that shows me the truth. What's worst, I can no longer say what I want to say any more. What good is my mouth when I can say the right words at all...? What good can my hands do when I no longer use them correctly...? Why can't I hear the cries of your heart any more...? Am I drifting away...? I don't want to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday I ask myself, am I getting all busy for the right reason~? Am I doing or saying the right things at the right time~? Am I seeing the right person at the right place~? I don't even know what I'm doing any more... I don't feel that I'm doing anything right any more. Now I'm in a mess... What is happening~? Why are my values all so wrong now~? Am I a changed person now~? Do I see &amp;amp; do things differently from before~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070408/Dear-18Waiting.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070408/Me-64Waiting.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are we looking away now . . . ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt that I had neglected someone who is dear to me. I felt that I had lost sight of her... I even panic that I couldn't find her any more, but the more panic I am, the more wrong things I do~! I don't know what to do, neither do I know what to say... I'm sorry... I really am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070408/TanFamilyII-02.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I want our happy days back ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-9083145048388569160?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9083145048388569160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=9083145048388569160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/9083145048388569160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/9083145048388569160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/finding-you.html' title='Finding You'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/070408/th_Dear-18Waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-7942315977938375006</id><published>2007-03-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:28:32.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Person Whom I Really Wanna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi peeps, I know that I had been busy and had neglected this space of mine for quite some time. My apologies for that. No excuses, but I really didn't do it on purpose. I'm just too busy to update any thing. I didn't even have to check my e-mails...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Practically everyday I woke up at 0730hrs, leave house by 0815hrs for work, and will only be home at about 2300hrs... Sometimes it's just work, but there are times whereby I had to attend night classes for my personal studies. Weekends suffers the same fate, although I get to wake up later at about 1000hrs, but only to sleep &lt;em&gt;even later&lt;/em&gt; at times at say, about 0400hrs. Thus it's busy, Busy &amp; BUSY...! Not that I'm complaining about anything, in fact I'm actually enjoying it... ^_^Hee~! I just love this job~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day in day out, I met up with lots of people, people from all sorts of trades &amp;amp; lifestyles. Listening, talking &amp; understandings becomes the core of what I'm doing now. It's really nice how you can get to know more about people, especially for me since I'm the talkative &amp; busy-body kind of person. I like to learn about new things. However, ultimately there's one person that I really missed... The one person that I had neglected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JingLin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. See, I have been doing a lot of travelling &amp;amp; talking with people everyday. And by the time I reach home I'm already so wasted that I hardly have any more energy or mental strength left to even have a decent conversation with her. Although she's understanding enough that she didn't give me additional stress to pay more attention or to talk to her, but I know that deep down in her she felt sad &amp; lonely. I felt guilty for not giving the kind of attention that she really deserved, I am so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But does anyone know this~? Of all the people I see, and all those people whom I talk with, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was the only person whom I really missed~! I wanted to see &amp;amp; talk to her... We used to spend like 10hrs of quality time together everyday, but now it shrink down to less than an hour a day. I too feel the sadness &amp; loneliness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/jinglin_stanley_12.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Those Were The Days... But it'll come back ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm now learning to cope my time better, so that I can have time for my work, my love ones, my friends &amp;amp; ultimately myself. The job that I'm woking now is great, just that I'm not used to the new working style. I believed that in the near future to come, I'll be abled to cope with my time well, and that's when I know that I will make it in life... Please continue to have faith &amp;amp; trust in me, I promise that I'll be better in the near future. Thank you~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-7942315977938375006?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7942315977938375006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=7942315977938375006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7942315977938375006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/7942315977938375006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/person-whom-i-really-wanna.html' title='The Person Whom I Really Wanna...'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-384803115091031520</id><published>2007-01-21T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:57:03.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Exams over, people~! At least, that's me for the time being. I guess that I'll be taking another 3 more papers in February, but who cares~? Anyway I still get to enjoy myself for another 1 week plus. Wahaha~! That's already good enough for me~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The past 2 weeks had been hell for me~! Been confined to my room, or the reading lounge of the Nation Library, almost everyday man~! It really sucks BIG TIME~! Yet, I think I might fail one paper, and that paper happened to be the one that I cannot take supp-paper anymore. Which means if I fail, I have to re-take the whole module~! I don't want to go thru the same boring module of this lecturer again man~! Haiz... Guessed I can only cross my fingers in hope that at least I pass ya... For the other 3 modules, I guess I should be doing quite good. Wahaha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh, there'll be a major announcement in the 1st week of February, so do come in here again ya. No, it's not a wedding announcement, so dun need to ask me ya. Haha~! Some of you peeps might have knew it already, but anyway still, I'll tell the rest of you who still dun have a clue. Meanwhile, stay tune &amp;amp; take care~! ^_^Chao~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-384803115091031520?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/384803115091031520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=384803115091031520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/384803115091031520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/384803115091031520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/exams-over-people-at-least-thats-me-for.html' title='Exams Over'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-5538654239192376094</id><published>2007-01-10T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:00:10.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love Story, Preview...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi hi, I know it's been a long time since I last blogged. But please forgive me ya, cos I'm having my exams this 2 weeks. 4 modules in total, so please understand. Anyway, here's a little mini MTV for you peeps to enjoy. So please have a good time, and I'll be right back soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Err... I dunno what's wrong with the link, so please click the below link, sorry for the technical error...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The Complete MTV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www74.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=50447714" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www74.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=50447714&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Without Song, not so nice ya...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guardian-angel.slide.com/p/2/Our+Love+Story?view=True" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://guardian-angel.slide.com/p/2/Our+Love+Story?view=True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-5a.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188078234714&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=21&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078234714&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p1/144115188078234714/be_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=21&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078234714&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p2/144115188078234714/be_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-5538654239192376094?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5538654239192376094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=5538654239192376094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/5538654239192376094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/5538654239192376094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-love-story-preview.html' title='Our Love Story, Preview...'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-8118734656212218985</id><published>2006-12-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:08:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do not know how much you would agree with me, but I find that the movie "&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" is a great movie. It's been a long time since Japanese films make a good hit, the last one which I could remember was "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". I am SO CONFIRM that I will watch the sequel "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Death Note 2, The Last Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"~! In fact, I am wondering if I can get everyone I know who will be interested to watch the movie together on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;28th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or even on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sneak preview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~! If that's the case then the feeling will sure be POWER~! I guess I'm just crazy, but maybe it'll work... So who's going~? Please contact me alright~! Wahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="161" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061215/DeathNote.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway with &lt;em&gt;pure&lt;/em&gt; luck, I came across the animation version of the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". At first, I thought that I'll not watch the movie after I watch the animation, since more or less it'll be the same... But still, the animation couldn't satisfy my hunger~! I just needed more~! And trust me, the animation is much Much MUCH better than the movie. In the movie, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" seems to have quite the same kind of personality &amp; wits as "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", but if you watch the animation, you'll see that both of them have their own personality. Especially the way they act, respond &amp;amp; feel about incidents, or about the other party. The story line is a bit different also. I completely admire "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", both in the movie &amp; animation. However, I'm more fascinated with him in the animation. He's just so much better there~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="226" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061215/DeathNote2.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the characters look-alike... "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ryuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" the &lt;em&gt;Death God&lt;/em&gt; looks exactly the same, behaves a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bit differently though, as he is more adorable &amp;amp; scary at the same time. ^_^Haha~! As for "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" A.K.A "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" looks only 65% alike. He's more charming &amp; evil in the animation also. The actor in the movie might be able to bring out 85% of his charm, but only 30% of his evil. What a pity...? Well as for "&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", what you see in the movie is really what the character look like in the animation. I will give a 98% look alike~! REALLY~! Everything~! From the looks, to the style, to the way he behaves~! Even the aura &amp;amp; feeling is the same~! The 2% difference is that the movie cut short or change certain aspect of the story, that's why the actor couldn't really "&lt;em&gt;perform&lt;/em&gt;" much about it... The rest of the sub-characters, I think not much of you would be interested, right~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, who's side would the other "&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" be on too~? Somehow I just had this feeling that she'll not be on "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yagami's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" side. Just this feeling only though... Oh, she seems to be rather &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt; from the way they show it in the trailer~! Well, , who is gonna win the final battle~? "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" or "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"~? Let's just find out... Till then, see ya~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="295" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061215/LightVsL.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Battle Ends This Year... Will It ~ ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-8118734656212218985?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8118734656212218985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=8118734656212218985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/8118734656212218985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/8118734656212218985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061215/th_DeathNote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-915377584235416825</id><published>2006-12-05T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:41:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Worth Of Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't know that all my leaves &amp;amp; extra hours would add up to near 2 months worth of offs. Man~! So many people ask me what kind of organisation would give that kind of "&lt;em&gt;benefits&lt;/em&gt;", well, you wouldn't wanna know... Trust me~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that I have so many off days, I'm actually prepared to study hard for my exam this coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; 2007. By right it should be 2 papers, but thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMF 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I now have 4 papers to clear. So right now I'll be looking forward to find a study partner(s). I think studying alone can be a bit boring, rather study alone at home right~? But then, studying at home would mean to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;like now~!&lt;/em&gt;) when I see my computer, play my PS2 when I see it too...etc. Too comfortable already, so it's not gonna work~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I hope someone out there who would like to pull up your socks and start &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; studying, please call/msg me ok~! I'm cool with any place near town~! So ya, that's about all. Wish me luck for my papers~! ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-915377584235416825?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/915377584235416825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=915377584235416825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/915377584235416825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/915377584235416825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-months-worth-of-off.html' title='2 Months Worth Of Off'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-116416830248815570</id><published>2006-11-22T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:05:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed Up + Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I'm very upset over the whole incident~! Firstly, I missed my semester 1 examinations due to IMF S2006. So that means for semester 2, I'll need to take exams for both semster 1 &amp; 2. Now that I am already so behind time, my supervisor gave me another challenge, and so that makes the second point~! Secondly, I had missed 2 lessons due to my wisdom tooth operation. So that mean I couldn't miss any more lessons. But to make things difficult for me, my supervisor wanted me to always find a substitute (&lt;em&gt;Be it the other person is on leave, or off day, or worst, other teams~!&lt;/em&gt;) to come back to cover me for my work, ranging from 15min to 3 hours. Can you believe that~? 15min~?!! For that 15min, people had to come back for work during their leave or off day~? Crap isn't it~? That makes me the common enemy in my work place. I had to owe people favour, just to go for my lessons~! The best thing that my supervisor can say is, "&lt;em&gt;The most you re-course this semester &lt;u&gt;only &lt;/u&gt;what~?&lt;/em&gt;" Power~? Not yet~! That's my last but not least point~! I had planned to clear my leaves for this year on mid-November to mid-December so that I could prepare for my exams this coming January 2007. In total there are 20days worth of leaves plus off days. Now, that champion supervisor show "pattern" again by cutting down my plans to 10 days worth of leaves plus off days~! 50% OFFER~! Why did he do that~? So that he &amp;amp; his scandal assistant supervisor can go oeverseas seperately~! All that on the expense of the rest of the team members~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What kind of supervisor is he man. He don't plan his leaves~! Then ask his men to plan, only to be cancelled by him at the very last minute. That's why our team's MC rate is so high, because most of us are so fed up already~! Some of them even wanna sign a petition, but they later stopped it because they don't wanna get him into trouble. Yet he really abused his position as a supervisor in this area. I'm not saying that he's a complete a**hol* you know, he is a rather good person, but he's a damn lousy supervisor. He can be so sacarstic to tell the Chinese, "&lt;em&gt;Hari Raya and you wanna apply leaves near to the season~! You might as well convert to Muslim~!&lt;/em&gt;" Trust me, he is famous for such remarks~! So many people got this many times before~! Yet, now that Christmas is near, he is taking overseas leave until Chrismas eve~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone with any suggestions on how to treat or work with such kind of supervisor~? I'm really forcing myself to work everyday now, and I'm NOT THE ONLY ONE~! Sooner or later, either the rest are gonna quit, or they will request for a transfer~! 5 years coming soon, and I think I really had enough of this~! What can I do....? Please help~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-116416830248815570?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116416830248815570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=116416830248815570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116416830248815570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116416830248815570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/fed-up-angry.html' title='Fed Up + Angry'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-116305618052011509</id><published>2006-11-09T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:15:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been wanting to continue updating "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Homepage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" for a very long time, but I wasn't able to. Mainly because I am busy, or should I say lazy~? Anyway, for those who had yet to visit "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Homepage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", the link is on the lower left bottom of this page. It's a just site where I tell about how I grow up, my love life ...etc... Anyway, I had also wanted to add a new column in there too call the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biography&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", where in there you'll find those important people who came into my life. That too, isn't updated. However, the last thing that I will add into "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Homepage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" will be "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Story II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", where I talk about my life after marriage. Well since I'm not married yet, so the site is currently unavailable too~! ^_^Haha~! Crap, I know...! Anyway, that's just a intro to the site ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="261" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/JingLinStanley-13.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo Of Me &amp; JingLin Quite Some Time Back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In today's entry, I'll do a little attribute to the girls that had came into my life, mainly romantically... Woo... I can see your eye widen up already... ^_^Haha~! Seems like Stanley is gonna reveal some more saucy information huh~? Well, if you really wanna know, read on... However, I'll not mention any names here. And if some photos look like someone you know, don't even bother to try figuring her out ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To start off, I'll have to relate to a friend of mine (&lt;em&gt;Yes, it's a &lt;u&gt;she&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...), because she told me about her relationship. She is a tall, pretty &amp;amp; elegant girl whom she was attached to a guy when she was still studying her tertiary education. So many people had tried dating her, but none seems to had succeeded except for this particular guy. After years of relationship, they finally gotten themselves engaged. They had even queued for their love nest. Recently the guy bought a new car, and the unexpected started to happen... The guy committed adultery. I shall not get into details, but I can only say that this friend of mine is like 95% confirmed that her husband had betrayed their vows. It's a long time since I last saw this girl friend of mine after I graduated from my tertiary institute, and it was just so recently that we met up again. To me, she is still at pretty as she was. Only thing is that, she doesn't look so cheerful anymore. Seems to me that something had gone missing from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="197" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/cheryl_stanley_01.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="194" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/stanley_bella_white_couple.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's The 2 "Special" Ones...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She sent me a message recently, asking me after all this time, has her appearance changed or something. Well, I told her the truth that she's still as pretty as compared to the last time I saw her. Then her reply sadden me.. She said, "&lt;em&gt;So what if I am still pretty, my husband doesn't like it...&lt;/em&gt;" It's as though I could feel her pain~! Then I replied, "&lt;em&gt;Some men made certain mistakes. They treated woman like sashimi, whereby it must be tasted fresh &amp; new. But I feel differently, I feel that woman should be treated like wine, whereby the more mature it is, the better it taste. And the brewer himself makes a significant difference to the quality of the wine with his determination, consistency &amp;amp; discipline.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="195" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/janice_stanley.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="197" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/img036.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just some of them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to belong to the group of men who had preferred "&lt;em&gt;sashimi&lt;/em&gt;". Not that I am proud of, in fact, it is one that I'm guilty of. I guessed that that is just part of a process whereby a boy grows up to become a man. I know that this should not be an excuse, but that was how I really think then... To some girls, I might had done terrible things to hurt them before, and I'm sorry. I still am. But to some, I treated them with the best effort I could then, and I'm grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="101" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/KarenMe-1.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="101" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/WinnieMe.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't have ALL their photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, so many girls had came into my life then. Most came in say "hi" now, and the next moment "bye bye". For some, I wished that they could stay, but I never was lucky enough to. Some made me do a lot of crazy things that I can't even dream of. However, some did managed to stay and grow up with me. We learnt as we go along together. We mature with the things we say &amp; do. We experience new things. adventure new places, eat new cuisines ...etc.. So many different things to share. And when the time came, they left. Most parted with good memories to keep, some left with painful tears, and some I wish I had never been together with. Still, all that contributes to what I am now, how I think, and where do I plan on going in the future. I would say that I had been through a lot of things in life, but I don't think that I had been through enough. There are still so many things for me to try &amp;amp; do, only then would I know that I had not wasted my life when I'm on my dying bed. Most importantly, the one fine lady that I hoped would accompany me to walk side by side with for the next half of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/TanFamily-67.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do You Want To Be "The One" For Me Eventually~?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The important thing is not about who comes or goes in your life. It's all about how much you had learn "before", "during" and "after" that significant person is with you... &lt;/em&gt;With that note, I wish everyone well in your adventurous life to come~! Take Care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-116305618052011509?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116305618052011509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=116305618052011509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116305618052011509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116305618052011509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/girls-in-my-life.html' title='Girls In My Life'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061109/th_JingLinStanley-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-116289622962478681</id><published>2006-11-07T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:09:35.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Operation Ever~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi people, I just got back home from my operation. What operation, some might ask... For those who had yet to know, it's the surgery for my wisdom teeth. According to the dentist, I had to remove 4 of them. As there are located at the 4 corners of my mouth, I was advised to remove 1 side at a time, meaning 2 teeth of the same side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that the anesthetic is starting to wear off its effect, I'm starting to feel the enjoyable pain already. In fact, it's causing me to be a bit drowsy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guessed I shall quickly share my experience with those who are still inexperience in this. Well trust me, you're not gonna like it. Before the surgery, you will have to consult the dentist several times before you could lie on the operation table. I shall skip that, as it's of no importance~! On the date of the surgery, make sure you eat more so that you would feel hungry after the surgery. Trust me that you wouldn't have the appetite to eat, even though you're hungry afterwards. Make sure you go mentally prepared~! The anesthetic injection is the 1st terrible thing that you'll confirm encounter~! This needle is no ordinary needle, the size of it will sure make you worry... Yet this injection is is just for your gums only. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt; Next they'll cover your whole body up, leaving only a hole just nice for your mouth. As you panic away, your greatest nightmare is just getting prepared for you. When the anesthetic takes effect, it play time. You can get to peek thru the same opening of the hole that I mentioned earlier, but I don't think you would wanna know. Imagine that the needle if already that size~! To be frank, I was trembling terribly under the sheets... Call me a chicken, pussy or even a sissy, I don't care~! I AM TREMBLING~! The pain was minimum, that I can assure you. But it's like watching a horrible movie, just that this time round, you play the victim. The sound of the saw (&lt;em&gt;YES, THE &lt;u&gt;SAW&lt;/u&gt;~!&lt;/em&gt;) really makes me nervous like hell~! Then the surgeon also try forcing (&lt;em&gt;YES, USING &lt;u&gt;FORCE&lt;/u&gt;~!&lt;/em&gt;) out your pathetic tooth. You'll be lucky if the whole tooth came off all in one piece~! If were to break, like me, then congratulations~! Why~? Because there's only little bit of tooth left for the surgeon to clip his/her instrument onto, yet there are still so root of the tooth which is still in your gums, I don't wanna say much, just use your best imagination to imagine what the surgeon will do...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well that's about it, nothing much to say. The cleaning up (&lt;em&gt;Stitching and all&lt;/em&gt;) and after-care will not be of much concern if you can make it that far. Well, the pain is now killing me already. I'm so giddy already so I think I'll touch on one key point. Guys, if you are serving &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now, or about to, or haven't served at all, then you're lucky~! According to the dentist, if I remembered correctly, if you are to have your wisdom tooth operation with the government clinics during your time of service, it will be completely paid for. You will not be paying a single cent. How's that~? But, please do confirm again with the clinics, just in case I'm wrong. Well, gotta log off now... The pain is &lt;em&gt;REALLY HERE&lt;/em&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-116289622962478681?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116289622962478681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=116289622962478681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116289622962478681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116289622962478681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-1st-operation-ever.html' title='My 1st Operation Ever~!'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-116185197248257169</id><published>2006-10-26T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:42:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre Of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jinglin&lt;/span&gt; was introduced to a Japanese Soap Drama. It's a true story which happened at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last year. It's about this 15 year old girl (&lt;em&gt;then in year 2005&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kifuji Aya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who had this deadly disease call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spinocerebellar Atrophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In simpler terms, this disease affect the patient's ability to make even the basic movement. In the initial stage of the illness, the patient will stagger while walking, fell down often, unable to judge actual distance between objects. As the condition worsen, the patient will start to have difficulties in walking, writing &amp; even talking... Eventually, the patient would be paralyzed. However, all this symptoms will not affect the patient mentally. And that's the part which I feel that this illness is so CRUEL~! Can you imagine how the patient would have felt throughout the progress, not being able to control the situation, and yet also cannot do anything about the situation. With the current medical standard of the world, there is still no available cure~! Even Japan, who seems to claim as the best in this field (&lt;em&gt;As In the drama&lt;/em&gt;), could only slow down the progress. Meaning that, the symptoms would only get worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm expecting a lot crying form this drama. It happened sop that the patient was a very happy, filial and energetic kind of girl. Then the actress is some more very pretty &amp;amp; cute, which make the whole thingy even more unbearable~! By the way it's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1 Litre Of Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know if it's the official website, but it could be downloaded at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dramarific.com/1_litre_of_tears_main.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.dramarific.com/1_litre_of_tears_main.html&lt;/a&gt;. There are 11 episodes in total, and I'm currently only on the 3rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wouldn't comment much more on it, it's wouldn't be nice if I were to disclose everything to you. Anyway the purpose of this entry is that, I want express that I'm proud of the girl who tired to fight the illness. I'm proud of her spirit &amp;amp; the way that she had handled her illness, although I haven't seen how she did it completely yet, but I know~! So please peeps, like I always said, and had said before in my previous entry. Treat every minute you have as though it's your last, eat every food as though you'll never taste the same thing again, treat your parents well as though they'll be leaving you soon~! And last but not least, treat the person you love the best that you can, as he/she might not be always there... With that, I shall end this entry, with &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-116185197248257169?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116185197248257169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=116185197248257169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116185197248257169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116185197248257169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 Litre Of Tears'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-116055410083531866</id><published>2006-10-11T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:10:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done 2 RARE Things Today ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I did 2 things that I haven't done in years, like 10 years that long~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first was that I had to visit the dentist. Why~? Well, it's a long story. I had to go back at least 10 years. I can't remember if it's during my Secondary or Primary school days... One of my rear tooth was slightly chipped off~! Don't bother asking me how, cos I don't remember either~! So the pretty dentist put so sort of clay to overlay the hollow area of my poor tooth nicely. Everything was fine until recently, I think that's about a year now also, that the clay came off without the slightest warning. Well no big deal at first, until yesterday night... I cried~! There's this unique sharp pain when I had my dinner. That's when I decided that I had to see a dentist, REAL QUICK~! I'm that kind of person who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live To Eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so "no eating" means "no meaning living" also~! ^_^Haha~! I'm exaggerating a bit here though, I think you get the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So immediately after work, that's about 1200hrs, I rush from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queenstown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s dental clinic to avoid the lunch time off, if there's any. But to my hyper surprise, the counter lady just coldly said to me, "&lt;em&gt;I''m sorry, we only do appointments. And the earliest appointment is on December.&lt;/em&gt;" Not to be mean, but I was crying out loud "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;W.T.F&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" inside my head upon hearing that. I believed that not everyone is a regular customer to their dentist, right~? So how to make an appointment when I don't even know the number since I haven't gone to a dentist ever since I left Secondary school~? Crap~! Some more it's a government dental clinic... Should the concern department do something about this~? I don't know, what do you think~? Especially when emergency cases, like mine. They mean I can stop eating until December then they help me~? Yap, sure no problem... But I guessed I needed to pay a lot more extra, since they'll be doing my tooth at my tomb~! Not to be mean &amp; sarcastic here, but I think it's a bit too unflexible~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So lan lan (&lt;em&gt;Meaning no choice in harsh Hokkien, sorry for my language here. Too furious over the incident already~!&lt;/em&gt;), I gotta seek other alternatives for my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; problem... I then went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ghim Moh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; area for help. My dad recommended there yesterday. I reached there at about 1300hrs. Wahaha~! Guess what~! It's freaking LUNCH TIME~! What luck~? Fear that my lunch would mean hell for me later during treatment, I dare not eat just before seeing the dentist. I guessed that we all had this fear with dentist. Maybe it's because they just look SCARY in some way... Although they're always in white, and are clean with those shiny metal equipments, but we're still scare~! Aren't we~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily for me, the dentist returned from lunch early. At 1340hrs, I met my savior. I think they too needed appointment, but at least the kind counter lady bother to check with the dentist on whether he had time for me. I mean, that makes a difference isn't it~? Better than just a cold, "&lt;em&gt;Sorry, we only do appointments~!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; However seconds after I sat on the dentist chair, I start to regret already. Well it's not that painful anymore that I know, but still the fear in me feeds on me. Time and time again I caution myself that the pain is going to hit me soon, but it didn't. I was so tensed throughout the whole treatment~! I thought the ordeal was finally over, but that kind of comfort never last. When I reach home only, the clay start to crack already~! He had put too much clay on the sides of the tooth, and worst, he did not apply pressure like the previous dentist. I think I'll have to visit another dentist soon, but still I thank him for the effort...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The second special thing I did, was just before the dentist open his clinic. There was this stall nearby which sells original CDs made from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;China&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Trying desperately to kill time &amp;amp; attention that the fact that I'm already VERY hungry (&lt;em&gt;Still am now~! Haven't eat yet~!&lt;/em&gt;), I took a look. The guy was playing some songs of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lisa Ono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She's the older kinda singer from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hear from him that she's coming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon for her concert. She is supposed to be quite famous, as according from him. Anyway I don't know her, and didn't take notice of what was playing. I was looking at the other CDs, especially the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one. After some time, I find the songs of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lisa Ono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was quite smoothing and pleasant to hear, I bought it. It's of 2 discs. I got the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s hits too, and that's 2 discs also. The last disc was of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Roxette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s hits. 5 discs for only S$20/-. Good buy, I tell myself. It's been like more than 10 years since I last bought a CD. Those were the days that I'll go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to buy a CD. Hmmmm.... Those &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; the days... However when I got home, the titles on the CDs were wrong~! PLUS, the Roxette's one was a disaster~! Some songs that were supposed to be in the CD were not there, however on the other hand, some that were not supposed to be there, were there~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's my day~! How entertaining...? I guessed I'll be looking forward to visit another dentist soon... Meanwhile, pray for me k. Just pray...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-116055410083531866?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116055410083531866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=116055410083531866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116055410083531866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/116055410083531866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/done-2-rare-things-today.html' title='Done 2 RARE Things Today ! ! !'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-115985386902799598</id><published>2006-10-03T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:40:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++&lt;u&gt;Esther's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joanne's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blog Added+++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Recently, JingLin &amp;amp; I attended the wedding of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wai Keong&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soo Pin&lt;/span&gt;. Let's just first congratulate them, and wish them all the best. Anyway, their wedding was in the "Ancient Romen" style, like TROY. And guess what~? The bride was been carried into the hall by 4 big size &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang Mo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Meaning Caucasians in Hokkien&lt;/em&gt;) man~! Even the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Media Corps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came and there were 2 celebrities, they &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chong Qin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Wang Jian Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think the wedding will appear briefly on TV, just that I do not know when yet... The entrance show was very touching man, and I guess those girls &amp; women who attended the wedding would have benchmarked a rather high standard of their wedding in the future~! Hopefully JingLin didn't man~! ^_^Haha~! Kidding ya, kidding... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*looking at JingLin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061003/TanFamily-85.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bride Came Into The Hall On This Chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, I got to meet up with a few of my rarely see secondary school friends. That's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wai Keong&lt;/span&gt; himself, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheng Chun&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Marcxs&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yong Chen&lt;/span&gt;. My best buddy Ise was also there of course. I haven't got the photos of WaiKeong &amp;amp; Soo Pin though, but I promise I'll put up the photo when I receive them. It was a really nice event, whereby not only I got to attend the wedding of my friends, I also got to meet up with my long time friends. Although we always do meet up during the Chinese New Year, to kill each other in our annual gambling session~! ^_^Haha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061003/WaiKeongsWedding-02.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcus Left Early, So He couldn't Make It For This Photo Shoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;However it was also then that I realised that I had known this group of friends for 14 years, while I'm only 26 years old this year~!!! That's more than half my life already~! For &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ise&lt;/span&gt;, that's 16 years of friendship already~! Man, am I old now~? Errr... Maybe those in their 40's and above might think that mine is chicken feet as compared to them, but still it has this impact on me... This only shows that life isn't really that &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt;, but time do really flies by quickly. Are we really making full use of them, now we really got to think about it again...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061003/TanFamily-84.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Been Near To 2 Years Now, And I'm Still Madly In Love With YOU~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-115985386902799598?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115985386902799598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=115985386902799598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115985386902799598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115985386902799598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies . . .'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/061003/th_TanFamily-85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-115754268154758560</id><published>2006-09-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:51:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So sorry peeps, been so bloody busy that I didn't even have time to go out, so let alone to blog... Being just staying mostly at home, to sleep especially~! Anyway, due to the BIG BIG event this coming mid-September, I guessed that I'll be even more busy, and of course, lack of sleep... Thus I think I'll not be blogging until the end of September, or even early next month. I'll try to make it up to you peeps ya, will update my life ASAP... Take Care~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I had gotten myself a new girlfriend... Here's how she looks like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060906/NEWGFI.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My New Girlfriend . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Her name is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;, just in case you're wondering... Wahahaha~! Her newest haircut, how's that~? Her very 1st short hair for the past many decades... Anyway, see ya in 2 weeks time, or so... As for now, chao~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-115754268154758560?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115754268154758560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=115754268154758560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115754268154758560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115754268154758560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-hi.html' title='Hi Hi'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060906/th_NEWGFI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-115519136595507257</id><published>2006-08-10T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:14:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi peeps, how have you been~? Recently had been busy as usual, but luckily I still got to meet up with my friends for some family lifestyle &amp; some good food tasting... Been hoping to go to the beach for a long time, and finally there I was, playing Beach-Volleyball again. This time round, I got to enjoy one more thing, that's the frisbee~! So fun and yet it only cost only S$2.90, thus it's so worth it. Below is a video that I had made, with some error. Due to the fact that I forgot that videos taken with my Nokia 6280 had to be in the &lt;em&gt;landscape&lt;/em&gt; form... So please tilt your head to the left to enjoy the clip. Don't worry, it's a short one. I find it quite artistically done though.... ^_^Haha~! Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEdXXS7cbP8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Challengers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Charles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jinglin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOOTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner sometime back. It cost us about $S200/- in total. But the standard of the food &amp;amp; service that were provided were not up to our expectation. What's happen~? I had long waited to go back there and yet I was quite disappointed actually. Quite a sad incident, I must say... Nevertheless, luckily Christian had enjoyed his holiday in Singapore, and he is now safely in Australia again. Which is good for him, cause I wanna &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; him already for leaving the country with passing me the photos that we took those few days~! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian, if you're reading this... I still haven't receive your e-mail, not to mention the URL of the photos~! Better get your work to it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060810/Hooters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell Me If I Should Give It One More Try . . . ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for that~! Moving on... So if anyone of you were interested for some healthy lifestyle, please please please call me ya! I'm in for it, especially if we're going to the beach again~! I wanna get that healthy tan colour... Wahaha~! ^_^Chao~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-115519136595507257?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115519136595507257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=115519136595507257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115519136595507257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115519136595507257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/healthy-lifestyle.html' title='Healthy Lifestyle'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060810/th_Hooters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-115406164487835247</id><published>2006-07-28T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:18:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Out The Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi guys, I'll try to blog ASAP ya. Couldn't do so recently due to the very HEAVY schedule I have recently. Work, study and my mum just had an operation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, I recently had a meet up with 2 of my long time friends, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Charles&lt;/span&gt;. Christian just came back from Australia, so we all kind of meet up for dinner. Below is a video clip taken, with our beloved Charles cracking an old joke. Quite Funny, so sit back &amp;amp; enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3AmkZaE6Mg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Italian ?&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/7954314-115406164487835247?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115406164487835247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=115406164487835247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115406164487835247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115406164487835247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/testing-out-video.html' title='Testing Out The Video'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-115241892882200540</id><published>2006-07-09T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:57:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Being Heard~?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope the previous entry wasn't really that long, but I guess it's really just that long~! What am I saying... Err.... There are more to it, but I don't think I can put in all in, or else it's really going to be a book already. Anyway, moving on~! Today's entry is somehow related to the previous entry also, call it a side-step away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Often I really wonder to myself, "&lt;em&gt;Am I being Heard~?&lt;/em&gt;" I mean, I know people who are not deaf can hear me when I talk, but what I really mean is that, "&lt;em&gt;Am I being heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;correctly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~?&lt;/em&gt;" Is my point being delivered to the right place &amp; at the right time, without missing/adding anything else... Does the person who heard me understand &amp;amp; feel the exact same thing that I do~? Well honestly, I don't think so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, what I can conclude is that, everyone one of us is different from one &amp; other~! Which I think is the reason why, when 2 or more persons living, or working, together gets into disagreement from time to time. Apart from the preference differences of every individual, they is this common thing call, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Communication Breakdown&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". How regularly do we see/encounter things that gone wrong, just because of communication breakdown~? So many, I don't think I need to give any example. But the problem is this, even when we tried our very best to phrase &amp;amp; express ourselves as correctly as possible, communication breakdown can still happen. Why~? Is it that we all feel differently towards different words, say "&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;" or even "&lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;"...etc... Do you agreed that different words weighted differently for everyone of us. Certain people can take certain words without feeling anything, but with the same words, others can feel rather sensitive. Or does communication breakdown occurs when the timing of the message delivered wasn't proper? Simple example, one happy person trying to tell a sad person how beautiful this world it, so in this case I doubt that the sad person can see the world as &lt;em&gt;beautifully&lt;/em&gt; as the happy person, right~? I'm just over generalising here for easy understanding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So how can we make sure that others get the correct information that we wanted them to know of~? What must we do to achieve that~? Does timing play an important role also~? What about the ambience or atmosphere~? Obviously the person that we wanted to communicate to plays a big deal here... In short, in order to prevent communication breakdown, we have to take note of "&lt;em&gt;Who&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;When&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;Where&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt;" to deliver the message... Am I right~? Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="192" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060711/Me-25Pool.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it really so difficult to just say something simple~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-115241892882200540?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115241892882200540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=115241892882200540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115241892882200540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115241892882200540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-being-heard.html' title='Are You Being Heard~?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060711/th_Me-25Pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-115142082310053435</id><published>2006-06-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:27:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever notice how girls or even women would complain about how we guys were different from the former 'us'. Maybe not really complain, but at least they commented something like this. Recently this question had been bothering me greatly... Believing that my blog guests consist of mostly fine women, as compare to men since most people who tag me are the ladies, why not help me in discussing this topic... I call it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please note that this is going to be a &lt;u&gt;hyper long&lt;/u&gt; entry~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It took me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2 SOLID DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to complete...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, allow me to explain why do I use this phrase as the subject title. I personally take a relationship thingy as a race, be it the courtship or the honeymoon period or even the breakup, if any. Why, you may ask. Let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I class &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;courtship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into 3 different segments. They are the &lt;u&gt;100 metre&lt;/u&gt; run, &lt;u&gt;400 metre&lt;/u&gt; run &amp; lastly the &lt;u&gt;Marathon&lt;/u&gt; run. When a guy woos a girl (&lt;em&gt;let's just exclude how truthful &amp;amp; faithful &amp; sincere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;a guy can be to simplify the discussion&lt;/em&gt;), there are usually 3 different ways that a guy can do it. Remember, tactics and other considerations aside first ok...! Some guys have no patience, or that they know that they don't stand any chance, or even that they are just simply don't care kind, which is why they took the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;100 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; run approach. Has anyone of you ladies out there met guys who came into your life, and exit without you noticing it~? I bet you had~! See, when in a 100 metre run, competitors normally gives their best and sprint as fast as they could, we ignore those slow runners and those who didn't even know why they participate, but those who are really serious in the run gave their best, agreed~? However it's just for a while only and the race would be over. Thus we had the winner quickly, and lots of disappointed losers instantly at the same time. Let's just take the fact base on the efforts that these runners put up. They gave their best (&lt;em&gt;Normally~!&lt;/em&gt;), but their race ended quickly... Can that explain to you ladies on why certain guys hit on girls in such a &lt;em&gt;fast &amp;amp; furious&lt;/em&gt; manner, but yet they also left you alone when the "&lt;em&gt;race&lt;/em&gt;" is over~? Maybe... However, I'm not saying that such guys are the BAD ones, or that they are just those not sincere ones. In fact, I believed that they are not the "&lt;em&gt;rotten eggs&lt;/em&gt;" as of now, please read on to find out more~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next kind of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;courtship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;400 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run. How does one guy woo a girl in a 400m run approach~? Well, it's quite similar to the 100m sprint. The only difference may be the fact that it requires certain amount of planning, and the process, of course, isn't as short. A guy normally could still perform his best, or at least near his best, for a distance like this. And although the distance is much longer than the 100m run, it isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; long that will affect a guy to maintain his top performance too. Thus in such case, it requires a guy to have a certain amount of patience &amp; sincerity, yet at the same time gives his best over a certain period of time, in order maintain the kind of pressure. Now the problem is this, a guy that woos a girl this way has his own disadvantage too. Again, I'll touch on this later. Although this seems to be a perfect way to woo a girl, I personally think it wasn't the best yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly is the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marathon run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;courtship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In a marathon, runners not only have to do a lot of planning, but also a lot of practice &amp;amp; training. Experience plays a big role in this run. And of course the most important element is the staminer. All the above voice down to 2 key points that a marathon runner will take note, they are &lt;em&gt;discipline&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt;. So if a guy is to woo a girl using the marathon run method, I will see and suggest that he has the exact same elements of the marathon runners. Why~? Well, this method means that you take into consideration that it will be a very LONG courtship. And thus the longer the courtship, the more you gets 'tired' of the whole process, and chances are that they will be many new competitors who will use the other 2 methods to woo your targeted girl. In which they seems to be more "determined" &amp;amp; "sincere" than you, since they are always sprinting towards the finishing line. A lot of people might argue that &lt;em&gt;why can't a guy in a marathon give his best all the way&lt;/em&gt;~? Well, I think here's where the human mature comes in isn't it~? Our individual life is always bumpy with many things that will always go wrong, and on top of that, bad things can happen which makes us sad. So during a longful event, how much effort can one person give &amp; concentrate in one particular area, which doesn't promise to have a future, while ignoring the rest around him, for a long time~? For example our family, or career, or studies, or personal interest...etc... So I believed that a common answer is, never~! And for a guy that can take such a long time to concentrate on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( I have to emphasis~!) targeted girl, he must have had many experience in handling relationships. If not, I doubt anyone will be tactful enough for this kind of &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt;. Because, the slightest bit of carelessness will mean a bye bye forever... However, I believed that most girls will prefer a guy to woo them this way, because this way, the guy is stable &amp;amp; is mostly guaranteed to be sincere. No doubt this method seems even better, and most girl would hope that guy would woo their this way, it still has it's own flaw... Like being there too long, can meant that not being there at all... Or something like that~! Didn't you girls always feel that when a guy that has been there for a long time, and you treasure his friendship &amp; all, that you're afraid to risk it for a steady relationship with him, for you know that, a good friend doesn't guarrantee a good lifetime partner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I moved to the next phase of a relationship, that is being together eventually after the courtship. Also, the 3 kinds of runs still implies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;relationship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;100 metre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run. It is exciting, intense, enjoyable and compacted. But however, before you knew it and it was over~! How many of you had been into this kind of relationship at least once so far~? I see many of you nodding away... So I had to presumed that you did encounter before. This kind of feeling normally stuns you, and also make you feel lost isn't it. The feeling of in doubt makes you paranoid &amp;amp; depress. You kept asking yourself the ultimate question, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY~?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Especially when that guy used the marathon or 400m approach to woo you, and you're so sure of yourself that he is sincere and that he is the one, but why does he still leave in such a short time... Headache isn't it~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Relationship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;400 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run too. I term this kind of relationship as "&lt;em&gt;A Learning Experience&lt;/em&gt;". Such relationships meant that they never last long enough. In such relationship, both the guy &amp; the girl learns more about himself/herself, as in what they really want, and also what they can offer for the other party. This is also a good "&lt;em&gt;training ground&lt;/em&gt;" for people who want to set up a serious relationship, or even a family. In here, you see so much of yourself and you will notice how things change &amp;amp; matters to you over time. Goals &amp; perspective changes too~! What used to be of least important can means dear to you over time, or incident. From here, a guy/girl also foresee what he/she wants in the future and thus he/she can plan and work towards that direction. Am I right so far...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;relationship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This relationship is normally everlasting whereby the couple lives happily ever after &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;, or the relationship would last for quite some time. Nothing much to say for this segment since this relationship already last that long, there shouldn't be much problem. But in reality, there are sure to have problems also one, but at least not in our discussion topic today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, let's compound both the courtship &amp;amp; relationship together... A '&lt;em&gt;fast game&lt;/em&gt;' occurs when the courtship &amp; relationships use the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;100 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; run method. A fling is the common term, flirt stands well here too. When a guy uses the 100 metre run method to woo a girl, normally he is more or less looking forward for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;100 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;400 metre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; run relationship. Of course, there can be exceptions, but it's going to be rare... I know some girl friends of mine who had gotten hurt by this kind of 100 metre run courtship &amp;amp; relationship combination. I could understand the kind of shock &amp; hurt they have, but I have to say one thing, what do they expect from a person whom they hardly knew at all~? Well, I would say that it would be a risky bet... But what do you gals think~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the next combination, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;100 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;metre&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;run courtship &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;400 metre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;run relationship. This takes a little bit of either luck or effort to happen. Firstly, when a guy uses a 100 metre run method to woo a girl, most probably he is just trying out his luck. And for a girl to accept a guy who uses the 100 metre run method to woo her, she has to be either one of the followings that I can think of... She somehow has a bit of feeling liking that guy (&lt;em&gt;Be it she feels happy when he's around, or she likes the way he portray himself...etc.&lt;/em&gt;), or she is just trying her luck also, or she is just lonely, or lastly, she is just plain desperate. I know I sounded harsh &amp; critical, but what are the odds here~? Please share ya... Then comes the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;400 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run relationship... The &lt;em&gt;luck&lt;/em&gt; part was simple, they happen to find the other party to be someone near to "&lt;em&gt;The One&lt;/em&gt;" person that he/she is looking for. Just that simple... For the &lt;em&gt;effort&lt;/em&gt; portion, it'll be more complex. The effort that we're talking here can varies... For example, say maybe when the guy succeeded in getting into a relationship with the girl and somehow loses interest with her (&lt;em&gt;Or the gal loses interest in the guy&lt;/em&gt;), then he (&lt;em&gt;Or she&lt;/em&gt;) may want to end the relationship, but when she (&lt;em&gt;or he&lt;/em&gt;) upon knowing or feeling that the end of this relationship is near, she (&lt;em&gt;or he&lt;/em&gt;) will be more careful and try to be even better so as to avoid giving the guy (&lt;em&gt;or gal&lt;/em&gt;) an excuse to initiate the breakup... Another classic example is when both the guy &amp;amp; girl get into the relationship, they (&lt;em&gt;Either one party, or both&lt;/em&gt;) started to feel that they are not meant to be for each other, even though they feel differently during the early stage of the relationship. This is just 2 examples, there are just so many more for me to spell it all out for you, but I guess you somehow has gotten the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next is the JACKPOT combination, which I think would be impossible to happen, but still there is a chance... That is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;100 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run courtship &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run relationship. This kind of couple what we normally term as "&lt;em&gt;The Fateful One&lt;/em&gt;". They are just meant to be for each other... A great deal of luck has to play here, as compared to effort, but still, the effort here has it's own significant figure to play and cannot be left out~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now moving on is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;400 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run courtship with a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;100 metre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; run relationship. In here, a lot of wrong judgements have to be contribute to it. A 400 metre run courtship that leads to a relationship, often means that quite a lot of considerations &amp;amp; efforts &amp; tests were carried out. Although we can't see see how the future lays ahead for us, but with so many things that have been considered, there shall not be any blunder mishaps to occur, am I right~? Still, things can happen against our will at times, and we can be so wrong with our judgements too, isn't it~? Call it bad luck, be it when 2 wrong person met at the wrong place &amp;amp; wrong time, anything~! It's just plain fate, or else, it'll be plain fault... Do you agree~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;400 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run courtship with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;400 metre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relationship is a common combination in our daily lives. We see them happening all the time around us, especially on our friends...During the courtship, certain considerations had been made. And during the relationships, certain amount of efforts were also put in... But still, it's still not enough, isn't it~? In here, the challenges that we are facing can be "&lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;compromising&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;efforts&lt;/em&gt;", "interests"...etc. So many different elements to put into considerations. Thus we often cannot make it happen in our very first relationship. To me, that's mainly because we are not experience enough, we are still searching for the real truth about this world &amp; ourselves, and we just did not have enough fun &amp;amp; freedom yet. Of course, you can feel totally differently from mine. It's more of an individual thing, isn't it~? So, what's yours...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then here is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;400 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; courtship &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; relationship. I don't know about you, but I personally think that this is the ideal combination. The courtship is not short, and it is long enough for each party to know about 80% of the other party. That way, not much risk is involved in trusting the "&lt;em&gt;stranger&lt;/em&gt;", and there are some space of hidden fantasy to explore for both parties. The relationship is also strong &amp;amp; long enough to make things go on happily ever after... The relationship wise is more or less the same, whereby enough efforts &amp; compromising are to be ensured over time~! Agreed~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again moving on next, it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; courtship &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;100 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; relationship. I won't say that it's more to bad luck, but I will say that it's more of a wrong choice. When a guy in involved in a girl's life for over too long a period of time, either the girl would not take the guy into consideration, or the feeling for him fade into near nothing over time... Then comes the time whereby the girl for some reason was so long or sad that her life suddenly becomes meaningless, but then she got to realise that the "&lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt;" that she had been looking for had been "&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;" with her all along~! Lame... I know... But that's how it is., isn't it~? Somehow or rather, shortly after realising that the guy was "&lt;em&gt;the one&lt;/em&gt;" of her life, she realised that she had made a mistake, and had mistaken accompany for love. Can that sort of thing happen~? To me, I think it can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the 2nd last combination, with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; courtship &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;400 metre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; relationship. I personally feel that this is quite a sad case, because it definitely hurt a lot to end a relationship after such a long time spent together, not forgetting the even longer time taken to consider the other party. This one I can only comment that fate plays the biggest &amp;amp; meanest joke ever, to make 2 person not compatible even though they had already taken long safe steps into a relationship. Of course, sometimes it's just plain judgement errors too. Anyway, I hope you get my point already, somehow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly~! (&lt;em&gt;Finally~!&lt;/em&gt;) The double &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; combination... Seems to be ideal fantasy love story for all of us, whereby both parties took the long safe steps into a relationship. And when being together, they managed to compromise, love &amp; put in enough effort when time challenges them... A lot of elements will be taken into consideration for this combination to happen, and it's going to be so damn rare, that I think most of us had never see them before. Most probably it no longer exist in our generation, I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If had read until here, I'm flattered and I would like to thank you for your time &amp;amp; patience. You are indeed either a true friend, or a true supporter of my blog. I had reached the end of my entry. Thank you once again. However, please share your feedbacks to me. Who knows, you might be of great help to me someday, somehow... If your feedback is going to be &lt;em&gt;too long&lt;/em&gt; for my tagboard to handle, please mail them to &lt;a href="mailto:eliteboy28@hotmail.com"&gt;eliteboy28@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; ya, thank you. Your comments will be greatly appreciated~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-115142082310053435?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115142082310053435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=115142082310053435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115142082310053435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115142082310053435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/amazing-race.html' title='The Amazing Race'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-115070439616124997</id><published>2006-06-19T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:07:32.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, A Destination Or A Journey~?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi hi, I nearly fainted when my blog don't know what happened, after I just merely make some changes to it. The whole thing just can't work anymore~! After some &lt;em&gt;minor&lt;/em&gt; adjustment, finally it's back to normal~! Ok, the thingy I changed here was that I put some shortcuts to certain entries that I wrote previously, which I think was nice &amp; meaningful. So, happy traveling down my memory lane once again~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seems that everyone has been going back to school recently, and I'm of no different too. I'm currently taking up a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Graduate Diploma in Marketing Communications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Marketing Institute of Singapore (MIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It really feels good to be able to go back to a classroom to study again~! The only thing that's not as good as before is that, I have to pay for my own studies now~! How I missed those days that my parents had to pay for everything that has to do in school... My attitude towards study had also changed tremendously too. When I was in my Polytechnic, I used to skip all my lectures and missed some the tutorials &amp;amp; Lab lessons. I didn't even do my tutorials at all, yet I passed somehow~! ^_^Haha~! Anyway, what I do now will shock the whole world, I guessed~! Now, I will read up all the notes and textbook after the lessons. PLUS, I'll read thru all the notes &amp; textbooks for the coming lesson at home &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the class starts. Don't you feel proud of me~? Wahahaha~! ^_^Just Kidding~! I'm now so hardworking not just because I'm interested in it, but let's just face it, I have to pay for my own you see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, today's entry wasn't about going back to school... It's more than that. Recently &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; just ask me something, that is... "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Are you a Journey or Destination person~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Hmmmmm...... What do you think~? This question is still going around popping in my head, searching for a definite answer, but still, I couldn't~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, I have this dilemma... I don't want to be someone who only cares about reaching somewhere I wanted, and without knowing how I got there, and with the help of who &amp;amp; what...etc... But if I were to choose Life as a Journey, then what will this Journey be about, without any Destination~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To me, the whole thing in life is about making choices. So is this Journey &amp; Destination thingy. See, it all depends on the situations, isn't it~? At least to me, that is... Here are 2 different examples~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me touch on &lt;u&gt;Destination&lt;/u&gt; first. Using a simple example, it might sound lame, but most of the time, it's just so true~! Eating process... Most of the time, we aren't eating because of the whole process eating... The trip to the place, choosing your dish, waiting for the &amp;amp; eating it at the end. Let's just face it, we ate just because we're hungry. So it's more like a "been there, done that" affair for us, especially during lunch time when we work. Can we really enjoyed our meals, I doubt so... So course, like I say, it depends too... On special occasions, we dine in special place, with our special someone. Then the whole experience becomes so different entirely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now for &lt;u&gt;Journey&lt;/u&gt;. I personally take a lot of things as a journey, especially love. In life, I had encountered a few relationship failures. And that's how I learnt to be better next time round. Some things just couldn't be taught or shown by another person, and we just needed to learn them ourselves, be it the easy way, or the hard way... But of course at times, we can also learn it by what we see, hear, or feel from another person. It just depends on how empathy we are for the other person. Can we really feel the pain, or happiness, or sorrow, or even joy of the other person~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So do we take the Journey because of our Destination, or do we have a Destination when we make a Journey~? It's your life, you decide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="167" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060619/Stanley-60I-Models.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-115070439616124997?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115070439616124997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=115070439616124997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115070439616124997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/115070439616124997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-destination-or-journey.html' title='Life, A Destination Or A Journey~?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060619/th_Stanley-60I-Models.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114891690683179927</id><published>2006-05-29T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:52:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Love You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I guessed I had talked too much about food that it had started to get boring... Thus I decided to go back to my usual philosophy topics. Today I'll talk about a phrase which consist of only 3 words. Although there are only so little words, but they weighed a lot~! This 3 words are what that holds our family together, in fact they what that holds everyone together~! These 3 words are "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But now my question to all of you are... &lt;em&gt;What do these 3 words mean to you~? How do you say/use/show them~?&lt;/em&gt; And lastly, &lt;em&gt;when do you say/use/show them~? &lt;/em&gt;Take a few minutes to think through these 3 questions before proceeding forward to read my entry ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ready~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Are You Sure You're Ready~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here Goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The meaning of love is "&lt;em&gt;A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" Honestly, I don't know the whole crap of rubbish written here... It's taken out from a dictionary. What it mean anyway~?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;For me, "I Love You" is not just 3 words to show affection for someone whom you felt dearly with, it far beyond that. They were everything, from morning greetings we exchange when we woke up, to the romantic moments we shared together with our loved ones. Not just the love &amp; concern that we showed to each other on special occasions (Like exchanging presents on Valentine's Day), but also the little bit of special something we do for each other everyday (Like getting him/her a glass of water ,when he/she is busy with his/her stuff). The list goes on and on... I think you'll get what I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now, how do we say them~? Saying "I Love You" isn't about saying it verbally. It can be a look or expression, the way you look at each other. It can also be a form of touch, a kiss, or even a simple hug~! It's funny how such simple gestures we make can mean so much, but yet, are we aware of them~? I believed that most of us might have experiences, whereby, you look upon your loved ones in the eyes (or vice versa), you know that you loved him/her so dearly, but yet you just didn't say anything verbally at all. Had you~? There were many incidents that I remembered when I was wooing &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;, whereby there were many times that I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, but I couldn't (due to some other reasons). Maybe the time wasn't right or something... Anyway by just looking at her, I believed she had gotten the message somehow. And it was great, I mean, sometimes certain thing were better not said, but felt... Things might felt differently if I were to say them out... So what do you think~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now, the ultimate question~? When do we say "I Love You"~? If you're saying that, it only happens when it's romantic, or when we're happy &amp;amp; content with each other... Then my friend, that's when I'll disagree with you totally~! To me, love is &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;most felt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when one is sad. However, love is &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;most challenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when we're in a bad mood or angry~! See, how many of us are guilty of at least one of the followings...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;[1] You started to pin-point each other's flaws, or past history during a quarrel~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;[2] "Agreed" with the other party unwillingly with the "Erm", "Arh" and "Orh" . . . etc~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;[3] Calling each other names during a quarrel~? (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I personally find this the most funny one~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;[4] The Cold War . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;[5] Adultery (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I hated this the most~! *!#$%@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The list goes on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm guilty of more than of the above mentioned this lifetime. It's funny how I used to say "I Love You" to my ex-girlfriends, but yet guilty of hurting the other party... As I lived on my life, I slowly learn more about what love is all about. Some people say "I Love You" so easily, like just breathing oxygen into their lungs, but not knowing that they had abused the true meaning of it. Maybe that's why a lot of people was mislead by so many other people. We normally term these people "players", or "gamers". When we swear to the other party on how much we loved them, do we actually ask ourselves this... "&lt;em&gt;Do I love him/her so much that I'm willing to let go of my pride and all, and give in to him/her totally &amp;amp; willingly~?&lt;/em&gt;", or "&lt;em&gt;Am I really prepared to do anything, anything at all for him/her~?&lt;/em&gt;" Words used correctly in the nicest tone can be so smooth to the ears, but what matters the most isn't the brain, where the ears transmit the words to. It the heart that really matters in the end, we can smooth talk so much to the other person, he/she might felt good to hear them, but how long would they lasted~? So what if we kept saying them, would they have the same effect as ever~? I doubt so... Although such sweet nothings might seems to give us a good start, but I think they would never get us far enough. All I wish to say is, remember that when every time we say "I Love You" to anyone, do be reminded of the weight that comes with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="205" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060530/TanFamily-42.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This entry is actually for my most love one, JingLin... Dear, I wanted you to know that my love for you doesn't just come only when we're in the happy seasons, but also the dark seasons whereby we had our quarrels and all. I'm still learning to treat you right, love you the correct way, and with the right attitude. I had to thank you for showing me so much in life, and always there for me. I don't how to thank you enough though, and loving you forever, doesn't even seems long enough...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Your Husband-To-Be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stanley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114891690683179927?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114891690683179927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114891690683179927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114891690683179927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114891690683179927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-you.html' title='&quot;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060530/th_TanFamily-42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114789086955165014</id><published>2006-05-18T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:18:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My previous entry seems to have gotten hold of a lot people's attention. Due to the overwhelming response, I think i owed my readers a sequel to it. Haha~! This time round, more pictures, more mouth watering, more sinful...! Ladies &amp; gebtlemen, allow my humble self to present to you one of the 7 deadly sins, gluttony...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pepper Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, it's round 2 for this cuisine~! This time round, I took the extra effort to take both the "before &amp;amp; after" photographs, for your better understanding. In our 2nd visit, JingLin &amp; I had confirmed that not everything that cost the most, taste the best~! Previously, we had ordered the most expensive dish, but the taste were okie only. Anyway, here's what we had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/CurryRiceBefore.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curry Rice (Before)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/CurryRiceAfter.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Curry Rice (Before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JingLin had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Curry Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and it turns out that it rather delicious~! It's like fried rice in Japanese curry style. Don't be fooled by the colourless sight, you'll be surprised when you actually taste it peronally~! Oh, like JingLin said, it's especially best to have it on a cold day/night. It'll make it more heartening....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/HambugerMeatBefore.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hamburger Patty Set (Before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/HambugerMeatAfter.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hamburger Patty Set (After)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for me, I had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hamburger Patty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; set. Honestly, I didn't know that hamburger patty could ever taste so well in hotplate. And I personally like the eggs~! Somehow, it just taste good together with the special sauce. I think you could give this a try also~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crytal Jade Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just can't get enough of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crstal Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; restaurants. They just served wonderful cuisines, which I liked very much. Seldom would I come across gross food~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*crossed fingers*&lt;/span&gt; I hoped that day would never come... The best part is that, they have so many different outlets. Thus they accomodated to my different cravings on different days. How nice~?!! Haha... I'm talking like as though they're one of their sponors. Hey, I really don't mind man. They don't even need to pay me cash, just give me free food in their restaurants can already~! Wahahaha~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/CJ-SengMian.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noticed That This Was Already Half Eaten~?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ops*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgot To Take Photo Because Too Hungry Already~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/CJ-FriedRiceWithMincedBeef.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plain But Nice, Trust Me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/CJ-CuttlefishWithPepperSalt.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One More Plate Of These Cuttlefish Please~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie, back to their makan~! 3 dishes only, a normal dinner for two. They are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fried Rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;AGAIN~&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;With Minced Beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seng Mian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fried Cuttlefish With Pepper &amp; Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Err... Nothing much to say actually. Nice food which were definitely worth the price~! JingLin &amp;amp; I both like cuttlefish thingy a lot. Missing that already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hill Top Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie, it's the 1st time that I had ever been to this place. I didn't even knew that it exisit too~! It's actually very near to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jurong Bird Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and like the name implies, it's at the top of the hill. Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;, whom they drove JingLin &amp;amp; I there for late dinner. The ambience there were rather "&lt;em&gt;kampong&lt;/em&gt;" style. They served Indonesian, Western, Korean &amp; Japanese Cuisines. What combo yeah...! The view from the top was actually quite soothing. It'll be a good place if you wanted to have a good chat with your company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/HT-PorkChop.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Homely Pork Chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/HT-FishChip.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/HT-YakiUdon.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some Korean Cuisine, Udon...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/HT-KoreanBeefSet.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bryan's Korean Beef Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pork Chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and this is the 1st time I ever encountered a retaurant that served such homely-liked prok chop~! Yet, it's tasty~! Yes, plain but tasty...! JingLin had the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomato Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is really red in colour. She like that, but too bad that I didn't took photograph of that. Janice &amp; Bryan shared 3 main dishes. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Korean Beef Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yaki Udon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know about the taste, but from the way they are enjoying themselves with the food, I can concluded that these 3 dishes must be pretty tasty too. By the way, the servings weren't that big there... Remember that... Oh, and the prices are quite cheap for a restaurant. Remeber that too~! ^_^Hee~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tony Roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been dying to bring my parents there. And it took me 3 times to successfully book them for this makan session. Luckily, it's worth the wait~! If you're a meat lover like me, you'll love this place. This restaurant is famous for their ribs. They recommened the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baby Backs Ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but I preferred the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;California Honey Ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything is nice &amp;amp; tasty. I wouldn't say much about this one, I'll just let the 2 photographs say the thousand words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/TR-BabyBacksRibs.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Baby Back Ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just Look At That ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/TR-RomaFeast.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Roma Feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heard &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt; had also been eating Tony Roma recently. The takeaway service seems to be a rather good one eh... Anyway, I know that it's already sinful enough by just looking at all these photographs. So remember to say your prayer before you go to bed ya... ^_^GoodNite~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114789086955165014?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114789086955165014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114789086955165014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114789086955165014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114789086955165014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/feast-time.html' title='Feast Time'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060517/th_CurryRiceBefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114662541817185466</id><published>2006-05-03T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:00:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi peeps, sorry for the long wait. Recently just upgraded my internet connection speed to 3500KB/s, powerful eh...! However during the wait for the new modem to come &amp; while setting up the new connections, there were some problems. So I wasn't able to surf the internet for quite some time. Anyway, I keep my fingers crossed that no new problems would occurred~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Recently all the big events got to do with the election thingy. Luckily my area here don't need to vote for anyone, because frankly speaking, I practically don't know any one at all. So what about yourself, do you need to vote~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, nothing much to talk about too. All is the same. Busy work schedule, no time for family, hardly able to go out &lt;em&gt;gai gai &lt;/em&gt;(Meaning taking a stroll). But still, I had to enjoy life no matter what right~?!! What for work so hard, and end up torturing myself~? So here's my treat for you peeps again, on the yummies I came across... Err... Anyway I think my site is about to become makansutra soon huh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/Tepanyakki.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Totally Nice &amp;amp; Fun Experience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pepper Lunch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There's this D.I.Y Tepanyakki stall at the basement 2 of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orchard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a wonderful experience where you got to cook your own mean, in a hotplate. Yeah, you heard me. Both JingLin &amp; I had the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;combo cut steak &amp;amp; chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, while my mother had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yawaraka loin steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, the method of cooking is the same. Keep turning the meat &amp; vegetables around until it's about 85% cook (up to individuals), then you pour the sauces. By pouring the sauces, the hotplate would cool down quickly, so take note~! You wouldn't want to have your chicken in medium raw yeah~! And there were 2 kinds of sauces, the fried onion oil and the honey sauce. I personally think that the honey tasted better with the chicken, while the fried onion oil goes well with beef. Go try them~! Have fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/BBNachos.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try Me ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Billy Bombers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes, again~! We had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;All Star Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again, still so delicious~! 2 new dishes &amp;amp; 1 drinks to introduce.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Nachos with chicken &amp; chili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, can't really remember the correct name though. It's quite nice &amp;amp; unique. From the photo, you can see that they actually used big green chili~! Next is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;chicken &amp; rib combo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Err... Nothing really special, tasted normal only. I think I'll introduce better ribs for you peeps soon~! The last is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Root Beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I think it's not bad mainly because of the ice cream. I think the ice cream from Billy Bombers must be quite nice since the milkshake tasted so good the last time round~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/BBChickRib.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The BBQ Sauce Didn't Smell Strong Of Smoky, Which Is Good~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/BBRootBeerFloat.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Root Beer That Taste Like, Err... Root Beer~!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal Jade (Golden Palace)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Honestly, this is the one that JingLin &amp;amp; I had been waiting for in a very long&lt;br /&gt;time. Always dying to visit this place again. The food aside, the ambiance alone was so comfortable enough for you to really enjoy a good meal. To me, it's a neat &amp; cool classy Chinese restaurant. Okie now, back to my introduction. They are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/CJGooseFeetWithSeaCucumber.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goose Feet With Sea Cucumber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This dish here is only a person's serving, and it cost S$17/-+++ yeah~! No joke~! Heard from my brother, goose feet was rather expensive one. If you ask me, no doubt it taste quite good, but still it's just too expensive. What's the different from duck feet anyway~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/CJSomeVegie.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vegetarian~? I Don't Think So . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't think that the round shaped thingy are scallops yeah~! They were actually white carrots~! Man, I was conned by the looks of it~! So were my family...! If not for the salty bacon on top of it, this dish would have being vegetarian. Give this dish a miss~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/CJRoastGoose.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roast Goose...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Honestly, tasted like duck here. The serving &amp;amp; price were reasonable this time. Can give it a try. Standard roast cuisine that you can expect from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crystal Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/CJFrogWithVegie.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here Lies The Frog Prince~! Err.... -_-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Arh... Unique dish~! Some kind of vegetables mix with frog. Hey, it's tasty okie. Don't how to describe the taste. I can only say that it's a whole frog, rather then just the frog legs... This dish is recommended~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/CJPaiKuWang.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;u&gt;MUST TRY&lt;/u&gt; Pai Ku Wang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The last dish is the one which everyone had been waiting for. I had mentioned this dish before, and it's still so tasty. I'm already missing it now already~! Nothing much to say, just die die also must try, or die with regret~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That's about all I guess. Man, am I hungry now already~! See ya next time~! Take Care~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114662541817185466?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114662541817185466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114662541817185466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114662541817185466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114662541817185466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/enjoying-life.html' title='Enjoying Life'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060503/th_Tepanyakki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114447247516712635</id><published>2006-04-08T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:51:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trip (April 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi peeps, do you miss me~? ^_^Haha~! Yap, I'm back... And I suppose that no one is disappointed about it yeah~! The trip was fun &amp; enjoyable, but I had LOST BIG TIME at the casino. Err... If you consider yourself a friend, don't ask me how much I lost. It's painful... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sob* *sob* &lt;/span&gt;Anyway back to my entry, below is what we did for the past 4 days at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/21df90c7.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/c8e473e7.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Morning Tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We took a bus at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Golden Mile Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the early morning. Hey, check out the new buses they offered nowadays. Personal LCD TV with headphones, Massage Chair &amp;amp; lastly, a private KTV Room. Some of the buses were Double-Deck, and there was this Super VIP ones where there's only 16 seats, with 8 seats on each side of the bus. Classy eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/74dbaac2.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Personal TV With 8 Channels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/7955e328.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Massage Chair Control Panel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Upon checking in to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;First World Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Genting Highland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the late afternoon, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I scout the area for anything that's particularly interesting so that we know what to do for the next 3 days. And of course, I couldn't do anything but visited the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; first. Too bad that I wasn't feeling well, thus it doesn't really tasted as nice, but still, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cheese Wedges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were awesome. And because of my gluttony, I got fever now. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*DuHzZz* &lt;/span&gt;Nothing really interesting for Day 1. However, it was the first time &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; went into the Casino. It's a long-due promise that I gave her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/53954bb2.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JingLin Trying Out The Fruit Machines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arh, that's the day where Dad bring us down to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K.L &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for shopping. Early morning after breakfast, we took a near 1hrs cab and head straight to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pun San Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, where it's a wet market cum flee market. Down there, you'll see many many things that were no long exist in Singapore. Say &lt;strong&gt;Rat meats&lt;/strong&gt;~?!! Ok, enough said... Moving on next, the things there were really cheap, but I doubt that we tourist would be buying anything there. Still it's nice visiting there once in a while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next destination was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid-Vally Mega Mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There's 18 cinemas there, and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Carrefour Hyper Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was just a small portion of it only. The size of it was bigger than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nee Ann City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Picture that~! We window shop the area for like 3hrs, and we also watch a movie there. The tickets for JingLin &amp;amp; I cost RM6.00 each, while dad's was RM5.00. Cheap right~! (S$100/- = RM228/-) If only our cinemas were to offer such prices, then I think more people would go out to watch movies already. Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, we head to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentaling Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for crazy shopping~! So many thing to buy there, cheap too. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things to take note~! First, you HAVE TO bargain at the prices that they had offered you, chopping them from 10% - 60%. Yeah, no kidding~! Second, any branded goods that you see there were fake~! Remember these two points and you'll save yourself from being con...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I spent the whole day to ourselves, mainly because we "lost" my dad somehow. We just couldn't see him anywhere~! Hmmmm.... Anyway, we had quite an advanture though. We watch the cartoon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ice Age 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the early afternoon. After that we we to explore the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ripley's Believe It Or Not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;exhibition. Their advertisement even said this, "&lt;em&gt;Over 500 of different exhibits in it&lt;/em&gt;"~! Believe it or not~!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/87ffc9f0.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/52bf8cc2.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "Peeping Toms"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hey, it's "them" who used the wrong toliet in the 1st place~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This exhibition is about a man who went around the whole in the earlier years to collect all sorts of different &amp;amp; unusual items/persons/events. Some things were invented, some people did unusual things for the sake of being in the record. I had taken some unusual photos inside the exhibition, not really interesting ones though, just the &lt;em&gt;unusual &lt;/em&gt;ones only... I recommended that you check them out when you go there next time, it's quite worth the money. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RM18.00&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;per person. And if you take the package together with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Haunted Advanture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RM30.00&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; per person. We gave that a pass due to my previous visit. They really gave me a GOOD SCARE. Please~! Person with a weak heart, and pregnant women are advise not to check it out. You had been warned~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/c2e5a1a4.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Was The Chair For The World's Tallest Man. HUGE~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/73a640df.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Err...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Was Used In The Olden Days,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Criminals During Interrogation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Them NAKED~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Wonder They Admit To Whatever They Were Accused Off ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/9ee895a9.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Was Said To Be The Luckilest Chair Ever~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinda Bluff, At Least I Didn't Got Any Luckier~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="205" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/c77bcfd2.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Car Was Covered With Gold Coins~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Believed That It's One Of The Most Expensive Cover Ever~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/e0af8a0a.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arh....! Jaws ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Wait~! Jaws Only Eh . . . ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/db69a3bd.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/d7218e6e.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Just Played With Style...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others... Haiz... I Don't Wanna Say Anymore~! Wahahaha~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/9dc4c260.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now Came The Proud Dancing Dwarf...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/78a8f094.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Came The Ugly Gorilla~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the night, we went to see the Circus cum Opeara thingy, more to circus kinda show though. It's called the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mysteria, Believe In The Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The story is about a long time ago in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eygpt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a slave girl who offended the Pharoah, who in turned wanted her dead. Then this magician came to her rescue...etc. Not really nice though, and it cost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RM59.00&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; per person, and that's after 15% discount off. I remembered that both &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I strongly agreed that the guy who acted the Pharroah had the least talent among all. He was just there pointing here and there throughout the show, he might be an excellent traffic police officer though, but not a circus actor~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bleah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/9ee23076.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JingLin With The Poster's White Tiger~?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's about all. After that it was all gambling time. We roamed from place to place in the casino, enjoying the free but yet thick Milo &amp;amp; Milk-Tea. Overall, I missed the cool atmosphere there. And also the fact that our currency here is bigger there, thus making things more affordable there. But hey, it did not mean that it was cheaper there ya. I still think that food in Singapore is much more tasty &amp;amp; cheaper plus cleaner. And I felt bad that I could not really had a good taste of the only powerful delicacy there, the fantastic KFC~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114447247516712635?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114447247516712635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114447247516712635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114447247516712635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114447247516712635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/genting-trip-april-2006.html' title='Genting Trip (April 2006)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060408/th_21df90c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114364475265947782</id><published>2006-03-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:05:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Bombers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi peeps, today's entry is my recommendation to.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Billy Bombers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~! So far, I only know the outlets at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bugis Junction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Here's what we had some time back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060329/BillyBomers.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My milkshake is better than yours...&lt;/em&gt;"~! Know that song~? Hey, it's true man~! Their milkshake tasted like ice cream. How nice~! The serving was good too. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*YuMmY* &lt;/span&gt;It's the best that I had some far. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*2 Thumbs Up* &lt;/span&gt;We had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cookies &amp; Cream Milkshake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060329/Milkshake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's so GOOD, JingLin Can't Resist The Thumbs Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Next, it's their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All Star Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The sight on it already made me hungry. It's the only burger dish that's without any chips or fries. Know why~? Because it's already filling enough... Anyway, their burgers &amp;amp; sandwiches were good. In fact, quite some time back I did had the Club Sandwich of theirs, and it's good~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060329/AllStarBurger.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just Look At The Eggs &amp; Cheese . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now the disappointing dish, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Seafood Platter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The taste was plain, and it's just no good. Nothing more to say liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060329/SeafoodPlatter.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Disappointing Dish ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hey hey, one more news... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I are going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this coming Tuesday until Friday. It's a long waited wish came true. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sMiLe*&lt;/span&gt; Can't wait to eat all the goodies too~! Wahahaha~! This should be the last entry until I come back then. ^_^Tata~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114364475265947782?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114364475265947782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114364475265947782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114364475265947782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114364475265947782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/billy-bombers.html' title='Billy Bombers'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060329/th_BillyBomers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114287191565872818</id><published>2006-03-20T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:28:09.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Of Enjoyment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey hey, sorry for the long anticipated entry. Well, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weny&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt; actually taught that it's my "marketing strategy"... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*slaps forehead* &lt;/span&gt;Alamak~! I got so cheap-skate meh~? Anyway, it's not really something that's very fascinating, or ridiculous.. It all depends on how one individual sees it, some might think it's creative, some might just think that it's just pure lame. However, I would still like to keep the suspense till the end of the entry... So gals (The Coco Momos), if you're really interested then... Read On~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/8fa0ccb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/bfef1a8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had any of you people visited any of those neo-print shops recently~? Man, they now have so many different kinda machines. From curtains which would rotate with different kinds of patterns, to sofas that you can sit on. Now, there're even stairs for you, if you're monkey enough to climb... Ya... That's so me... Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I went to the shop at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Orchard Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to take some shots, enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/1b63c9c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/451e9e98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are You Monkey Enough~?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, what's enjoyment if there's no music where you can sing to...? That's right, KTV sessions seems to be in for my side recently. Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K-Box &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was my usual hangouts for KTV sessions, and I normally go for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K-Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which I think it's worth it. Recently I visited those outlets at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orchard Cineleisure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;. My khakis~? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ise &amp;amp; friend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Marcxs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nichalos&lt;/span&gt; &amp; of course &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;. Just wondering, did any of you ever noticed that different outlets have different charges, and also different varieties~? I wondered why...? My personal favourite outlet used to be in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Orchard Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but it changed when I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's much cozy there, and the system there is new. So there wouldn't be much faulty mics around. The only thing is that, the system was slightly different from the rest, but it's more cute with more animations if you get what I meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/74b8498c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/fd4f4a2e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, life's short ladies and gentlemen. And everyday just looks &amp;amp; feels the same, don't you think so. If this kind of life drags on, we are so gonna bore ourselves to death. That's why we need to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPICE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our life from time to time~! That's why there are entertainments around like clubs, cinemas, arcade shops, sports centre...etc. But still, we humans were never satisfied. With some many different activities around, yet we tend to complain that we have so little things we can do, especially in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Isn't that what we always hear people say, I believed that you said that too~! And I bet it's more that once you said that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm no saint either...! I complained a lot about this boring life, never did I admit that it was my own laziness and lack of discipline. Blaming seems to be the easiest way out... So &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I agreed with a theme. And I believed that's what everybody had been waiting. What the hell did we actually do~? Check this out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/cb82f242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Latest Fashion - The School Uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a long time since we both wore our school uniforms, and I'm particularly feeling kinda old recently, so I needed to feel young again. Hey~! I'm not fetish or what ya...! I just wanna feel the carefree-ness &amp;amp; energy being young. The feeling of being alive, you know~? So all we did was to arrange to go out one day in our school uniforms, without any badges or nametags. Only to realise at the last minute that my uniform were thrown while I was moving house. Luckily, I still have my PE T-shirt. Or else, both of us would be really disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We both set off from my house one warm afternoon. My mother thought I was crazy and questioned me on my attire, just before we went out. I told her, I'm just going out for some fun... From my house, we took a cab to our 1st destination, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sim Lim Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At 1st the cab driver didn't felt anything amiss, but somehow somewhere thru the journey, he started to look behind frequently with his rear mirror. He must be wondering, why such old students~! Wahaha~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="395" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/bb757132.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's How It All Began . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just when we were embarrassed with the whole thing, we thought of warming ourselves out before we met some people we know on the streets. Yet with our luck, the moment we got off the cab, we ran into Aki. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*fainted*&lt;/span&gt; Guess what he said~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In mandarin, he said, "&lt;em&gt;Wa kao~! Ni meng zhou she mer~? Nan kan si le~! Kun kai lah~!&lt;/em&gt;". Meaning, "What you two doing~? So Ugly~! Get Lost~!". Well, it wasn't that mean in the Chinese version, but it's something like that. He kept laughing away &amp; we were like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nah... Don't worry, he wasn't that mean... I guessed he got a shock too~! Haha~! So when I was purchasing my stuff at &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim Lim Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, this cute shop assistant was shocked when I wanted to pay with my debit card. She actually called up my bank and did some kinda checks, and in the end she rejected my card~! Luckily she did not cut my card, if not I also dunno if I should be angry or laugh only...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/7562379a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/175ff206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Err... I Look Kinda Stupid In This Pic ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the adventure at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sim Lim Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the next destination was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sun Tec City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, we walked there ya. And surprisingly, not much people look at us. I guessed we &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;look like students after all. Only a some group of people noticed the over-aged student, especially the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;student. They must be wondering, "&lt;em&gt;how many times did these two took their 'O' levels~?!!&lt;/em&gt;" At &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sun Tec City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we had our lunch at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carl's Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was our 2nd time eating there. The burgers that they were selling there were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;, and expensive too. The price varies from S$5+ to S$7+, and their combo meals were like S$10+. But hey, it's worth the money. The taste was good, and the serving were huge. If you ever wanna try the food there, I would recommend the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beef Chili Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's something similar to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taco Bell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, only that it's better. Oh, did I mentioned that the burger tasted a bit like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~? Well, they do...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/2744eb98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/JingLin%20-%2079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice The Size Of The Burger ~ ? ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next destination ended at &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We intended to take some pictures with the Merlion at first, but due to the extreme hot weather, we gave it a miss. By the way, did you ever noticed that it was kinda warm wearing uniforms~? The material was lousy huh~? No wonder those students in the bus/train always had this &lt;em&gt;smell&lt;/em&gt;... Err... Where was I~? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...? Right~! We visited the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there, it was kinda cozy &amp; classy. It had been a long time since I last went into a library. Know what~? They actually allow you to borrow DVDs there man~! How nice~? I remembered that when I was a little boy, I had to sit in the library to watch those films that were still in black &amp;amp; white screen~! Only those typical classic titles were available then, but now, the choices are plenty~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/b21df56b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our final stop was at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Funan IT Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peninsular Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We did a bit of window shopping there. Nothing much to say about this two places. We then head back home and call it a day. To us, it was a day well spent. We had enjoyed ourselves. We even agreed that we would have an event something like that once a year, stay tune people~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;**Special note to Coco Momos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;**So did you laugh until pi, or you pi only~? ^_^Haha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114287191565872818?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114287191565872818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114287191565872818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114287191565872818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114287191565872818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/moments-of-enjoyment.html' title='Moments Of Enjoyment'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i109/EliteBoy/060321/th_8fa0ccb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114139104239281758</id><published>2006-03-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:15:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick~? Please choose the right day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Down with 2 days MC, yet I can't feel anything worst than a call from my supervisor... Imagine you're not feeling well, one of your supervisor call you up. Not to ask if you're feeling any better, instead he/she gave you some some "medication" which you hoped that you had better died off~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's not what really happened to me, yet somehow quite similiar. One of my supervisor indeed call me during my sick leave, not to gave me any sort of bad medication, but just to tell me the truth in working in a BIG organisation. Know what~? If you ever tell yourself to work hard so that people will recognise/appreciate you, SCREW THAT~! Know why...? I'm one fine example...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been working in this &lt;em&gt;outstanding&lt;/em&gt; organisation for coming 5 years, and it's about time that I get my well deserved promotion, if there's ever any. So even though after some many shits that had happened, I continued to motivate myself to work even harder, and smarter~! For the past many months, I was normally one of the first 2 persons to reach the office, only to set everything up for my fellow colleagues so that we could get to work soonest possible. On top of that, so many damn times had I volunteered myself to be called back during my off days. Now is one of those dark times where I ask myself over &amp;amp; over again, "&lt;em&gt;what the hell for anyway&lt;/em&gt;~!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, by coming early... No supervisors normally come early, so he/she won't know~! And your fellow colleagues ain't gonna help you advertise anything of your good faith. Right~? Then, by volunteering yourself ain't the right thing to do too, or am I wrong? See... You're the one who always volunteered yourself, no doubt your immediate supervisor knows about it, but there are sure to be one or two bad colleagues of yours who would have sore eyes of you. Thus, you became the "common emeny", and things get especially worse when it's &lt;strong&gt;YOUR TIME&lt;/strong&gt; now~! They will go all out to "stab" you~! Did I say anything wrong...? Or is it just me~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what did my supervisor tell me~? Well, he wasn't the one whom I'm pissed with... It's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MANAGEMENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~! Why~? Here's why~! Management staff don't work day in day out with operational staffs, so how much can they know about who are really the better ones in the company~? But, they are the ones who hold the fate on everyones' promotions~! AGONY, isn't it~? Yet of all the bad things, they can be naive~! Why again~? See, they'll always go around telling people how they'll be fair to everyone, and for those who had "&lt;em&gt;sacrificed&lt;/em&gt;" their time for work will be taken into account for, so as to &lt;em&gt;motivate&lt;/em&gt; everyone~! Know what, my balls to them~! So damn bloody fake~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When came to know about my medical leaves, the management questioned one of my supervisor. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What~??! Stanley MC again~?!! He like &lt;u&gt;every month&lt;/u&gt; also MC one huh~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". What utter rubbish~! It had been months since I last gotten my last MC. And to think that there are also occasions where I still turn up for work even though I'm sick~! Now I ask myself again, what for~! There are people in my team who gotten MC practically EVERY DAMN MONTH, but they were not mentioned~! Not that I'm sore eyes, but it's just so F__KING NOT FAIR isn't it~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moral of the story... It doesn't matter how much you had contributed to the company, and it also doesn't matter if you are able to hit all your targets. Important things is still, WORK SMART~! But that's not enough~! If you're really sick, do make an effort to check it that day, whether if you can be "afforted" to be sick or not~! STUPID, you say... But at least that's how the management feels~! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;For one person to be sick, he/she needs to choose the correct timing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114139104239281758?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114139104239281758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114139104239281758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114139104239281758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114139104239281758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-please-choose-right-day.html' title='Sick~? Please choose the right day . . .'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114091983624914249</id><published>2006-02-26T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:11:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why The Sea . . . ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hmmm... I do not know what's wrong recently, as everything that I do for the past 2 weeks or so has got to do with &lt;em&gt;The Sea&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I cook cream pasta with some kinda pan fried fish. In the end the fish was DEEP FRIED though~! The taste wasn't what I expected, but it still could manage get a pass ya. I would be trying out again soon... Wahahaha~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then came all the seafood that I had from all sorts of restaurants and food centres. Fish, squids, calamari, mussels, prawns...etc. You name them. That's where most of my cash went to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even when I go out for sight-seeing, I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa's Underwater World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dolphin Lagoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/Tina%20-%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birthday Girl~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/P%20-%20001.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Calamari Of Marche Just Look So Good~! *yummy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/P%20-%20000.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ham &amp; Cheese Crepe... NICE~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then lastly, just 2 days ago was &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;'s B-day. We went to this Chinese restaurant (&lt;em&gt;again~&lt;/em&gt;) @ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mirama Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to have our dinner. It was a A'La Cart Dinner Buffet. So guess what we ordered the most again~? Yes...! SEAFOOD~! Especially prawns~! Some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Freid Oak-meal Prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chilli Crabs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and many MANY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;boiled live prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~! Know what~? I ate too many of those prawns that I got allergy symptoms. Numbs on my back &amp;amp; cheek area. Not me alone, but also &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;. After our makan seesion ended, we went to somewhere near &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yuan Ching Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Prawn Fishing&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fishing Prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whatever you call that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a total of 5 of us. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt; with BF &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt; shared 1 rod, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; used one, while &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I shared one. We were all rather unfamiliar with that, thus we did not do well. For the first 2 hours, we merely only hook up 5 pathetic &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; prawns as compared to the people there. There were so many times that the prawns managed to get away although they were hooked~! JingLin &amp; I used tag-team tactic and it was really had fun~! She made the prawns got hooked, then I fish them up. It's funny how prawns are only attracted to her &amp;amp; not me~! Was it because that they &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; smell that I had already slaughtered a lot of their kind earlier~? Wahaha~! Anyway, what's more fun was to see how Tina look so DEAD SERIOUS when she was trying to fish with her "submarine fishing" technique. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*private joke*&lt;/span&gt; Wahaha~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/P%20-%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;One Prawn Only ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, do you know embarrass we were when small kids could do much better than us~?!! Luckily during the last hour, one kind soul came to our aid. This VERY NICE uncle taught us many useful knowledge. From how to measure the depth, to what kind of bait to use for the prawns. He also gave us his own personal bait to use, instead of those not so tasty cockles. These prawns can be rather choosy huh~! He then patiently told us how to fish up the prawns sucessfully. From there, our results were then acceptable~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/JingLin%20%26%20Tina%20-%200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Girls Enjoying Themselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the time was up, it was time for us to feast on our harvest~! BBQ pit, charcoal &amp; wired mesh were provided. I must say that there were quite many nice &amp;amp; helpful people around, but there were still some who were rather hostile too. Anyway there's also this uncle who came with his family, give us to use his BBQ pit &lt;em&gt;FIRST&lt;/em&gt; after he had started the fire for us. How nice~! Now back to our feast, the taste of the prawns were no really as nice as what we had expected. Kinda plain in taste, unlike those tiger prawns we normally ate. Still, it's the excitment we had during the process that made the event so enjoyable...! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/P%20-%20004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Our Catch ! ! ! Wahaha~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/Vir%20Tina%20Lin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy With Their Catch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114091983624914249?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114091983624914249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114091983624914249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114091983624914249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114091983624914249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-sea.html' title='Why The Sea . . . ?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-114057940074335429</id><published>2006-02-22T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:46:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend, spend, spend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wow, what can I say...? I think &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I had kinda been living in luxury recently... For the past 2 weeks or less, I think we clock up to about S$1000/- man~! Now we're broke... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; Nope, nothing particularly exspensive was spent on V-Day. No roses or chocolates, no gifts too. That's due to I had to work that day. It's a blessing I must say, if not then we would be more than broke... &lt;em&gt;Broken&lt;/em&gt;~? Wahahaha~! Ok, I know that's lame... ^_^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So how that damage comes about~? Hmmm... I wondered too. Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Firstly, I took &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jurong West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for some crabs~! The best dish of that evening was the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Custard Crabs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as recommended before by &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;. I had to thank her for re-confirming the address for me. At first I still think that my parents will not like it, so we ordered some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chilli Crabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too, but it turnED out that my parents preferred the Custard Crabs also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rest to the money spent were feast time for me &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;...! We went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perri Prwans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seafood Platter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~! The second time we shared a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;DOUBLE Seafood Platter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Whenever I go to any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I realised that I only ordered the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Seafood Platter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and nothing else. I guessed that's the only dish that attracts me. But hey, recently we saw the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fish &amp; Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they kinda looks good too. We're gonna try that next time, but definately not soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/P%20-%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Single Seafood Platter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/P%20-%20000.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beri Nice Peri Prawns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We also visited &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spageddies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Paragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fried Calamari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ceasar Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as appetiser. The calamari still tasted as good with the sauce. JingLin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lasagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Standard Drop-ed Man~!&lt;/span&gt;) while I had &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seafood Sizzalini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;POWER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lah~!&lt;/span&gt;) which is their best seller. Dining there oso kinda reminded me of the times when I work for this company, where I was posted at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; branch. Anyway that branch closed down already... But not because of me lah~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/P%20-%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Best Fried Calamari Now ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then just yesterday, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I accompanied &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her cousin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... We went ot the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Underwater World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dolphin Lagoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Kinda fun though. By just visiting these 2 places, they were already enough for us to spend our whole day there, and also they cost us a bomb. Oh I nearly forgot, there's this downhill kart riding which we played near to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Palawan Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn FUN~! Too bad JingLin couldn't play cos she was wearing mini shirt, and she wouldn't want to show her... you know~! Anyway, while making our way up to the hill top, you'll have this nice view up in the sky, with your feets dangling in the air... Yeah, you hear me. Price wise, I can only say it's affordable, but not cheap at all. Still it's worth the fun... There's so many changes in Sentosa too, particularly one that surprised me. There's no more Monorail~! Does anyone even realised that~? I wondered why they do that, cos I that's one of the nice attractions there where you could tour around the island. And it's free some more~! Hmmm... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*scratch head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/JingLin%20-%2077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her Very 1st Touch Of A Stingray, Alive~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then again, we march to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandra Village &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Seafood BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner after Sentosa. Guess what~? Just the 4 of us, but there were more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 DISHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~! Yet we managed to swallowed down everything...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other than the above mentioned, there were numerous occasions where we took cab here and there also. That contirbuted a lot to the spendings too~! Haiz... I guessed that's about all for this entry. Eat well, and sleep well people. Most importantly, life is short so take some time to dote yourself as &amp;amp; when ya. But don't over-dote yorself too much, or else you'll become like me~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-114057940074335429?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114057940074335429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=114057940074335429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114057940074335429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/114057940074335429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/02/spend-spend-spend.html' title='Spend, spend, spend...'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113954285135168384</id><published>2006-02-10T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:42:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Where Are You Heading To~?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the CNY, if you were to walk on the streets or take any public transport, you would realise that you could hardly see any people around, especially during the 1st day of CNY. Although there &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; still a few people who had to struggle to work, like me... Anyway, that's when I ask myself something. I look around, observing at everyone, mentally asking each and everyone of them the same thing, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Where Are You Heading To...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny how so many of us, who all came from different places with different perspectives in life, met at one point in our life. When you travelled around, it's common to see people sleeping at the bus/train/planes. One funny sight would be the whole row of passengers nodding their heads together as they continued to doze off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hwoever, why did I ask that question to everyone that I saw that morning~? Simply because, I believed most of them were wearing mask that day. Puzzled with what I'm saying~? Ok, please allow me to verified...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st, there were the sleeping ones. Why did they appeared so exhausted~? Where did they go the night before, and what were they doing~? So where's the next destination for them~? When would I see them again~? Will I ever see them again~? Now, that's the big question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, there were the happy looking ones. Be it while reading their magazines/newspapers, or those listening to whatever they had thru their ear-phones. Were they feeling happy~? If yes, what are you happy-ing about~? What seemed to be so ineresting to them that somehow tickled them that morning~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last common ones were so called the expressionless ones. These are the ones that I find most interesting. There were no tell tale signs on how that person was feeling, or even know where they would be heading to... Just like me, I was in these group of people that morning. I felt miserable to go to work during that holiday, my legs were so heavy, and my heart missed &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; so badly... Now that I was expressionless, does anyone then knew how miserable I am~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe some people out there needed help, some might not even knew that they do. Some might be even to proud to ask for help. However my morale of this entry is... The next time when you're travelling and had nothing esle to do, why not take some time and observed the people around you, it doesn't matter if you know him/her. Just mentally ask that person, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Where Are You Heading To...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" Who knows, you'll find something interesting about him/her~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113954285135168384?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113954285135168384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113954285135168384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113954285135168384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113954285135168384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-where-are-you-heading-to.html' title='So, Where Are You Heading To~?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113869057556377564</id><published>2006-01-31T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:56:15.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;^_^Gong Xi Fa Cai~! Hey, it's time to collect those red packets again ya. I hope everyone is doing well in this, so that you have more money to GAMBLE away~! Wahaha~! Err... Doesn't sound very morale though... Anyway ever since I started my working life, Chinese New Year hasn't been a occasion that I'll look forward to. Unlike any other holidays, my family will normally go abroad, leaving me alone at home. To make things worst, there'll be so limited place to go, and SO limited things to eat. Everything will be more expensive too~! But lucky for me, I still have my friends with me... Most importantly, I have &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; to keep me company too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/JingLin%20-%2071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming Of My Presious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this year, she wasn't around with me. She had went to Malaysia with her family. She'll only return tonite. (Ah... Tonite eh...) Although I had managed to make time move fast for the past few days, yet time seems to drag in today's afternoon. I just that's just so human, we tend to get more anxious when the time gets nearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, nearly all my close friends came to my house to Bai Nian. They are &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Marcxs with GF&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weiqiang with Wife-To-Be&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Qingjun with GF&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt;. As usual, gambling is a MUST. It seems to be a tradition for us already. We only gamble now, no more late night outings during CNY. Not even makan session... But Winnie didn't gamble with us, she only used my computer. Same as last year also, is that her tradition~? ^_^Haha~! Just kidding arh, Winnie~! Yesterday's result was rather overwhelming, it had been a long time since like 7 years that the winners &amp;amp; losers stayed at both extreme ends. The highest winning is like $150/- or more, and the highest lost was like $200/- plus. At 1st I also lost $100/- plus one man, but lucky for me, I won about $50/- at the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/Tan%20Family%20-%2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happily Together This New Year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, not only that... Yesterday night both my photoshop Si Fu (&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weny&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt;) inpart me some skills again~! Wahahaha~! But guess what~? I forgot most of what they told me already. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/span&gt; So complicating sia~! Haiz... I wonder when can they teach me agian... I took like 1hrs plus to edit the photos in this entry. So simple kind only, yet... Haiz... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*GaMbAtE*&lt;/span&gt; I think I gotta work very hard man~! Alright, I guess that's about all... I wish you peeps Happy New Year once again, and Stay Healthy &amp;amp; Happy Always~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113869057556377564?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113869057556377564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113869057556377564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113869057556377564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113869057556377564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-chinese-new-year.html' title='This Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113789425271782641</id><published>2006-01-22T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T09:49:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Permanent ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++GreenJynx's Blog added+++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever wonder, what is it that you have that will always be yours, that anything you do can be permanent~? I had this question floating in me for a very long long time. Whatever I have now, might not be mine again later. Whatever I feel now, might change in a second. And wherever I go now, doesn't mean I can stay there forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believed that most of you (&lt;em&gt;or should I say all of you?&lt;/em&gt;) have this feeling that "you can't love again anymore", at least once until now. I myself had that too, and that's not only once. And I once was so sure of something, yet things just did not turn out to be so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever tell yourself that you'll never talk to this guy/gal, but yet at the end of the day, the he/she just turns to be the love of your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But like that I say... What is forever or permanent~? For that person whom you believed that you'll never talk to can become your husband/wife, but the next moment you may be signing the divorce papers. For the good health that you're having now, doesn't guarantee that you'll still be healthy when you're old. For the things you treasure or fancy, doesn't mean it can hold thru time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For years (&lt;em&gt;yeah, I really mean it~!&lt;/em&gt;) I searched for the answer... And with the recent encounters, I found &lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt; things that were forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 1st is Time, it'll never stop for anyone or for any reason. Whatever that had happened, had happened and time would just continued to pass by coldly, and constantly... Seconds by seconds, time passed by slowly. It never complains, and it'll never gets tired. Time needs no compaion, maybe that's why over so many years of lonliness that it became so "heartless" and cold. Or maybe, Time used to have many "friends" or owns many things in life, just that none was there permenantly with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 2nd thing I discovered that'll be permanent was, Death. After death, one could no longer love or be happy. And after death, one come no longer hate or be sad. I had 'encountered' several deaths recently. Not that I was near death or something, but I just happened to see people living this world. Just yesterday, I saw this family crying their hearts out because they had lost someone whom they loved dearly. I could feel the ache in me too when I was there watching them. I had felt for their pain, and I also felt their sense of emptiness too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, by reading until here, I know I had given you peeps the creep that I'm going crazy or something. Don't worry ya, I'm more than alright, because now I know I need to treasure whatever I had now. But yet I gave myself this space that maybe one day, just maybe only, that whatever I have will no long be mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With that, I hope that maybe I may have changed some of you for the better. Cheers~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113789425271782641?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113789425271782641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113789425271782641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113789425271782641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113789425271782641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-permanent.html' title='What Is Permanent ?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113698138703187599</id><published>2006-01-11T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:09:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It happened in my house, on one of those stormy nights recently. We were alone in my room. We were very cold as we just returned home from the crazy rain pouring outside. We tried seeking warm from each other. That was when, that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; went to her drawer and took out the metalic fold, and opened the wrapping. She put it on for me, and I was so nervous already. My heart was pumping like crazy, I tried to put up a strong front. But when it finally touch my skin, I felt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO COLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes~! The feeling was so cold that I nearly frozed~! My very 1st time putting on a face mask.. Couldn't believed that JingLin would actually want me to try out putting a face mask on a cold &amp; rainy day. Below are some photos we took...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/Me%20%28Mask%29%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice~?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/Me%20%28Mask%29%20-%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, It's Really That &lt;strong&gt;COLD&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/Me%20%28Mask%29%20-%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JingLin Say I Trying To Look Like A Psycho, Do I~?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a rather fun experiment though... But I wonder, does the face mask really makes a difference~? I didn't really feel the difference, but JingLin said that there is... Well, only you gals are the expert ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, it's raining cats &amp; dogs recently. So do keep yourself healthy ya. If possible, try bringing umbrella whenever &amp;amp; wherever you go... ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113698138703187599?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113698138703187599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113698138703187599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113698138703187599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113698138703187599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-1st-time.html' title='My 1st Time'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113609020649881348</id><published>2006-01-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:29:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;^_^Happy New Year Peeps~! Year 2005 had just given way to Year 2006. Yes, it's a brand new year now. So what will be laid ahead of us them~? Will things &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; changed for the better~? Well, I hope so...! I see this new year as a chance to start/change things that I had longed planned/wished to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's my wish list&lt;/u&gt; : -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[1] &lt;em&gt;To save up a targeted amount of cash monthly. (Amount : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Highly Classified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[2] &lt;em&gt;To get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year for my IPPT 2006&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[3] &lt;em&gt;To learn how to cook to at least 10 dises from my parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[4] &lt;em&gt;Be abled to finally bring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for her 1st ever casino trip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[5] &lt;em&gt;Be lucky enough to get into the Advance Diploma program.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[6] &lt;em&gt;Have enough rest for the whole year round. (Can predict heavy workload coming already~!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[7] &lt;em&gt;All my Loved &amp; Treasured ones to stay Happy &amp;amp; Healthy, including myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, looking back at the wish list for Year 2005, I think it's kinda similar to this year's one wor~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*HuMpF*&lt;/span&gt; Meaning I didn't really fulfill my last year's wishes. I guess this year round I must work double hard eh~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*gambate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113609020649881348?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113609020649881348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113609020649881348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113609020649881348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113609020649881348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-2006.html' title='Year 2006'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113526984844974478</id><published>2005-12-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:47:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backstabbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know this isn't new for anyone of you, if you had been in the working industry for some time. Err... If anyone of you thinks that backstabbing doesn't exist, then please switch to another website now, or re-visit here some other time. Know why~? Because today, I'm gonna talk about nothing, except backstabbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First thing first, let's explain what's backstabbing for the benefit of those who has yet to know what is it all about. It's simple, just imagine you have this best friend whom you will turn to whenever you have any problems, and he/she is the only person that you'll share your darkest secrets with. You trust &amp; respect him/her for all you know. Then one fine day, you realised that he/she is not what you know after all. He/She would tell people that you like to brag about you're the only person on earth with problems, and worst, he/she shares your secret with everybody~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/backstabber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok ok, that's a bit extreme. But that's roughly how it's like. Of course the only thing is, you don't really need to be backstab by best friend only. It could be anyone, even strangers that you don't know they existed... It's so scary, because it's just so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Different people have different reasons when they backstab somebody, be it out of jealousy or envy or even benefits. But at the end of the day, they just want things done/happened their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna talk about backstabbing in friendship as it's too complex. And yes, I just experienced that recently~! Well, I wanna keep it general, so I shall talk about backstabbing at work. Yes yes yes, I know a lot of you people wanna tell me about your story, so feel free to share them at my tag-board ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had been seriously backstabbed recently, call it my luck. Or is it because my promotion is near. The problem is, how far can one go if all he/she has is the skill of the "silent kill". You can't escape it, especially if you're working in a big company/organisation. Why, some might ask~? Well, all I can think of is that there're just too little opportunities, but too many candidates. And they're bond to be people whom you can't get along with... And worst of all, there're these small group of &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; people who're suckers for promotion. And in large company/organisation, the top management are too far to see what is actually going around at the bottom, especially when they're blinded/manipulated by the middle section of supervisors. And also, let alone the massacre of the employees trapped at the bottom section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even the next episode of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" is about backstabbing. So, can backstabbing be stopped. Or shall I say, prevention is already good enough~? I guess the best way to prevention is, being the good friend to everyone... Try not to miss out any episode of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" if you know what I mean. ^_^Heez~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A gentle reminder that might save you, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch You Back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"~! And with that, I shall end my entry. Take care peeps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113526984844974478?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113526984844974478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113526984844974478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113526984844974478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113526984844974478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/backstabbers.html' title='The Backstabbers'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113492468201494407</id><published>2005-12-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:26:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits &amp; Pieces Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess my site is going to get boycott soon for the serious MIAs that I had been contributing to you peeps. Anyway things had been getting GREAT recently, of course, after some major SH*TS that happened. Man, where to start~? That's the problem when you don't blog for such a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I have to apologise 1st thing 1st for being lazy for say, months...? Sorry alright, I didn't mean it. Other than just being &lt;em&gt;very busy&lt;/em&gt;, there's another factor. After I changed to my new computer, I realised that I don't have FrontPage program anymore, and blogging seems so difficult without it. Especially when I wanna add pictures to my entry. So if anyone of you happens to have FrontPage or DreamWeaver, do lend me. Can~? Please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, a lot of my friends out there might not have known this... But I'm no longer in the Handphone Wrapping Business. Why, some might ask... Well, there're too many reasons to it. Mainly personal stuffs, so nevermind about that. Although it's just a merely 3 months business, but the lost could be relatively high. I'm not just referring to money. Sadly, money doesn't come 1st in my Lost List. Some of you guys who had known me long enough should know that. To me, money lost can be earned again. But trust lost, couldn't be bought back. So is a 'True Friend", you'll never find the same replacement in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, "lost" is not tthe only &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; that I get from this business. I gain a lot of things too. Not only did I get to learn a lot of new things, I also get to see and feel things. Be it the easy way, or the hard way. Or should I say, the brutal way... However I did not regret of what that had happened, in fact, I'm glad that it happened &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(sounded like a quote that Winnie had used long ago in her blog)&lt;/span&gt;, because it's a worthy lesson well learned~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And most importantly of all, I've gotten my life back finally~! When I was in the business, I couldn't find any time for play or my family, or even sleep. Now that I'm back to &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;, life feels GREAT once again. Now I can eat, sleep, rest, play and love at ease... I really treasure what I had really miss out for the past 3 months. Life had been miserable then, but I'm glad that it's finally over. ^_^Heez~! I'm also about to gain back the 5KG that I had lost over the 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the best thing that had happened was one of my wishes came true... If you had remembered my entry on 8th Oct 2004, I had regreted then that I didn't invite my love to the D&amp;D. And I had promised then that no matter what happens, I'll invite her this year. Guess what~? This year round, things changed... She had went with me to the D&amp;amp;D. So happy that my wish could actually come true~! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sMiLe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/tan_family_40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Princess &amp;amp; Her Knight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last topic that I'll be touching on, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life Is So Fragile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"~! Live it with love, and enjoy it while you can. Recently, 2 precious lives left this planet. One of them was young, too young. The other was dear to my love. And my grandpa was now seriously sick and is in TTSH now. Will I be losing him soon too~? I dare not think of it... See, I have a dilemma... Should we make the person we love live longer, but he/she had to bare all the suffering and will not be able to do or eat anything he/she likes. Or should we allow them to do whenever they want, but only to end his/her life in a faster pace~? What is the right choice~? And who is to determine what is right after all...? I guess the answer to that varies for every individuals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113492468201494407?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113492468201494407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113492468201494407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113492468201494407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113492468201494407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/bits-pieces-of-my-life.html' title='Bits &amp; Pieces Of My Life'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-113100045675626952</id><published>2005-11-03T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:50:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Birthday Celebration 2005 (Entry By Stanley &amp; JingLin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finally, here's our updates... I know it's been quite a long time, but life is just TOO BUSY recently. Let the photos in this entry speak for themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/the%20cake%20-%209.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birthday Cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/birthday%20babies%20-%2012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birthday Babies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/group%20photos%20-%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody who came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/group%20photos%20-%2018%20%28oa6%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bon Jovi" (From CrossRoad Album)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/group%20photos%20-%2003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/group%20photos%20-%2002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stanley's Friends from Work &amp; Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/the%20mummies%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Mummies' Acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/jinglin%20%26%20dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/jinglin%20%26%20mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JingLin With Parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/jinglin%20%26%20tina%20-%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/jinglin%20%26%20ivy%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JingLin With Tina &amp; Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dialogue Section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/zhihao%20%26%20jenny%20-%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ZhiHao &amp; Jenny Must Be Watching Someone Eating, AGAIN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/freddy%20%26%20stanley%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partner In Crime~! (You Got Us)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/me%20-%201%20%28just%20hungry%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whatcha looking at~? Can't I be eating...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/ah%20beng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Brother almost cried when he can finally get to eat liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/sunhui%20%26%20jenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby looking at food, mummy looking at baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/516/320/jinglin%20%26%20janice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's all folks, time to sleep liao lah~!", complianed Janice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-113100045675626952?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113100045675626952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=113100045675626952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113100045675626952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/113100045675626952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-birthday-celebration-2005-entry-by.html' title='Our Birthday Celebration 2005 (Entry By Stanley &amp; JingLin)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-112723018866204125</id><published>2005-09-20T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:54:14.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, VERY BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry peeps, life had been quite a rush recently for me. &lt;em&gt;Firstly&lt;/em&gt;, it's the combine B-day party for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; me. I promised that I'll update everyone on that ya, there's just too many photos to choose from already. &lt;em&gt;Secondly&lt;/em&gt;, my family had co-opened a business at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bugis Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We're doing wrapping service for handphones, cameras...etc. I'll also let you guys see the product here whenever I had the chance... We are renting a &lt;u&gt;pushcart at the air-conditioned area at level 2&lt;/u&gt;. It's just &lt;u&gt;opposite&lt;/u&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bugis Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;lastly&lt;/em&gt;, even before we can settle down on the business thingy, we're moving house already~! So rush man~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/span&gt; However, I like my new room. This time round I can &lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; say, "It's mine, ALL MINE~!" Wahaha~! Sounds paranoid eh~! Not very nicely done though, but that's the way I like it~! Simple, Easy &amp;amp; Nice. At least now I have my PS1, PS2 &amp; DVD player connected to my TV &amp;amp; mini compo in my room. Then there's this scent purifying thingy, that I had long to own, to made my room smell pleasant &amp; relaxing. Ok ok... I know you guys are bored to death already~! So I'll end my room discription here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing good about my new neighbourhood is that, there's this dessert stall one stone throw away from my house that served &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;powerful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; dessert. Especially the "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mix Fruit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fresh Peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". But the bad things are, the rest of the food there SUCKS~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; I miss those yummy food at my old neighbourhood, especially my family's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CHICKEN RICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~! Argh~! Going crazy liao~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiz... At least now not so rush in everything already, but the probelm is that my time schedule now is VERY PACKED. It's as though I own at least 2 jobs like that. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, hope to update you peeps soon... See ya around~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-112723018866204125?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112723018866204125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=112723018866204125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/112723018866204125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/112723018866204125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-busy-very-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, VERY BUSY'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-112349576728076842</id><published>2005-08-08T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:28:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Beauty (Special Entry By JingLin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Actually, I'm supposed to be studying until I came online and saw Weny's tag. Due to the fact that I'm a superbly obedient individual, I've decided to blog for my darling. (Hahaha... You can tell it's an excuse to escape my books eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, frankly, Stanley and I are fine. SO fine, we have almost nothing to blog about. I don't think you guys wanna hear any mushy details right... Anyway, almost is because I want to remind you all darlings that WE HAVE A CHALET ON THE END OF THIS MONTH! (you can see the details below) Please please please make yourselves free. It's Stanley's 25th birthday and my 21st. It means a lot to me. I wanna take lots and lots of photos! Hehehe. Presents are secondary but nobody buy me perfume okie? I know my scent le. Thank you very much. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Attire is entirely up to individual. (If you wanna come as a drag queen, who's stopping you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now that I'm done with the formalities, let's start up the chit chats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Has anyone wondered what true beauty is? I have. All the time. Way before any Dove commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Socially, in most Asian context, beauty is fair skin, big eyes, petite and slender body frame. I admit that I was once a sucker in following this expectation religiously. But who wasn't? At one time or another? Until recently I perhaps have changed my mind (a little).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Time has proven to me that what's on the exterior of a person alone, will fade, change, and deteriorate. There's this example I'd like to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;This someone I know personally, just three years ago, was so very pretty, petite and never failed to turn heads. She was a very successful salesperson, had a loving rich boyfriend, endless lists of contacts of all sorts of industries and a good school results to back her up. She seemed like the IT girl every guy wanted to own and every girl aspired to be. Even I, had the secret wish to be somehow like her. However, she had this fatal flaw only those close enough to her would know. She was never satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;To her, her hair was always not straight enough, (it was very fashionable at the time), her tiny body not slim enough, her smiling eyes were too small, etc... Those were only some of the flaws she constantly berated, day in day out. As a friend, I sort of turned deaf towards this and would just nod my head in agreement. (Often this infuriates her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What was worse was that she pacified her own insecurities by degrading other people. A normal conversation would go : -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Perfect girl'&lt;/strong&gt;: "Look at that girl, what is she even thinking about?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Huh? Which girl?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Perfect girl'&lt;/strong&gt;: "That girl lo, the one wearing the short mini skirt..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Erm, why leh?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Perfect girl'&lt;/strong&gt;: "Her calves are SO fat! It's like pig thighs and she still wear until lidat!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; (glancing at my own flabby under-exercised thunder thighs): "Orh... Is it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;, now laughing nervously: "Maybe she thinks they're fine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Due to the fact that I regarded her as a good friend during poly years, I was under a lot of stress to look good physically. However, after some time, I heard a lot of spiteful things she said about me behind my back and decided it was probably not worth having such a 'friend' after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Many times I think about her, I just feel sad. I feel that underneath this showy exterior, there's this sweet little girl who just needs some reassurance... There isn't any resentment towards her though. I guess that sometimes, some people just need to find faults in other people to fill in on their own insecurities. It's probably the way the world works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I met her some time ago. She's certainly changed. Her face's become much harsher, lined with her bitter thoughts and has since lost its gentle beauty, so thin she looks severely malnutritioned and her hair damaged by the endless rebonding. Also, she's become immensely materialistic. To the point where she's oblivious to the weird looks I give her when she tells me what 'qualities' (e.g. must own at least a sports car and he must work @ shenton way?!?!) she's looking for in a future boyfriend. She broke up with the other one 'cause he just wasn't good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sounds tragic, doesn't it? But it's true. If you're mean and constantly think unhappy thoughts about yourself and others, it'll show on your face sooner or later, no matter what you creams you apply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The way I see it, she lost it all... I am much happier, even with my thunder thighs. Sadness and sour heartache is the only feeling as I am writing this. Now, we're now on a 'hi and bye' basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;After you guys read this, what do you think is real beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;In all, I think that being happy with yourself and showing kindness to all those around you brings joy to yourself and in turn makes you truly beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-112349576728076842?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112349576728076842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=112349576728076842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/112349576728076842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/112349576728076842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/08/true-beauty-special-entry-by-jinglin.html' title='The True Beauty (Special Entry By JingLin)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-112346350971450036</id><published>2005-08-07T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:31:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Invited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think you peeps are really so busy that NONE of you is ever gonna get married man. NO ONE, I repeat that &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt; mail me about his/her wedding plans. Haiz... It's really a very sad thing man, you know. Well I gotta admit that life is always moving in a fast pace, and time will wait for no one. Like why I had been MIA for 1 month or more. My work is busy like crazy this year, personal commitment is just as tough, if not it'll only be tougher. And now then I know that setting up a company can be a really pain in the ass. I shall not go into that to bore you peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I think when I'm free then I shall continued the wedding plans thingy. And I sincerely apologised to you peeps for the "No Entry July". Thus here's a treat for all of you. Check this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I will be celebrating our B-day together. She will be turning 21, while I'm turing 25. "-_______- Haiz.. Getting old liao~! Anyway, we'll be holding a chalet with food &amp;amp; drinks, plus some gambling sensation prepared for our guests. Guess what, YOU are invited~! The Time &amp; Venue are as follows : -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Date : 28.08.2005 (Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Time : 1800hrs Till Late Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Venue : Aloha Loyang Bungalow Chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoever is free &amp;amp; interested to come, please call or mail us your attendance by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;14.08.2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok, so that we can make the necessary preparation for the food &amp;amp; drinks. ^_^Thank You. By the way, you can bring along &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; partner with you if you wish to, but just keep us informed ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess that's about all. See ya at our party~! Till then, take care... ^_^Cheers~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-112346350971450036?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112346350971450036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=112346350971450036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/112346350971450036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/112346350971450036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-are-invited.html' title='You Are Invited'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111949866866894349</id><published>2005-06-23T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T11:51:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Will It Cost ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On 21st June 2005, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Freddy&lt;/span&gt; was officially 24 years old. Happy Birthday brother~! This year round, he had a 2-part celebration. Last weekend, he treat us to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orchard Cineleisure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The attendance are, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ise&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peili&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jonathon&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Freddy&lt;/span&gt;. On his actual birthday, he treat us at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Once again, those yummy food~! Ahhh........ He's RICH huh~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/the_brothers_01.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Young &amp;amp; Dangerous)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's entry is for everybody... I shall make it a discussion forum for all, thus please participate. The topic is, "How Much Does It Cost For You To Get Married~?" State the budget for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding-Photo Shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wedding Dinner/Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wedding Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Camera &amp; Video Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and last of all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Honeymoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Let's just not count the house 1st ya, because it varies too much from one person to another. If there's other things that you wanna add or leave out, by all means. Voice out your plans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="461" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/jinglin_me_99_r1.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Dream Girl &amp;amp; My Dream Bike ~ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tried to mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:eliteboy28@hotmail.com"&gt;eliteboy28@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for your wedding plans, instead of tagging me at my tag board, simply because of the limited words that you can put in. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latest entry shall be end of June 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. For my next post, hopefully there's some plans that I can post out for you peeps. See ya then, on my next entry on July 2005~! ^_^Happy Planning~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-111949866866894349?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111949866866894349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=111949866866894349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111949866866894349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111949866866894349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-much-will-it-cost.html' title='How Much Will It Cost ?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111814098774045540</id><published>2005-06-08T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T14:21:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste Of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before I even start my blog, I wanna say that I'm so touched that there're actually some &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; friends who care about me out there like My Wife-To-Be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weny&lt;/span&gt;. Without any entry for about a month, and yet still no one even ask, "&lt;em&gt;Where Has Stanley Gone To~?&lt;/em&gt;" Who knows~? I might be dead in some dark deserted alley by now already, but only few will notice... Kinda sad man~! Where are all my brothers~!??! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Looking For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Freddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jonathon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Glen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Are they out of Singapore, or even EARTH~??! Why didn't jio me go off together~?!! I know I sounded paranoid, but what kinda brothers are they man~! So sad.... Doesn't anyone care...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes I am dying soon, not literally though... I'm suffocated with the heavy workload &amp; tight schedule. No off days since 30th May 2005, that's 9 working days already~! Yet, there're still 6 more days to go~! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15 GOOD DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;148hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; clocked~! Man, am I a f**king machine or what~? Even so, I also need to recharge my battery isn't it~!!? Tired, tired... Work so hard, but for only so little money~! Sometimes I really wonder, is it really worth it or not~? Honestly this is my dream career since I was a kid, but it seems to be that this dream is more than shattered~! Some many job positions that I had held before, none had I work so unhappily or willingly. Why~? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; Maybe being a grow-up now sucks~! For those who wonders, I actually &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years old this year already. Yeah, I know I look much younger than that. ^_^Thanks~! Anyway, luckily with all the bad times in life, there're bound to have the good times. Which is why life is worth living for, isn't it~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/jinglin_me_93.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Tan Family In The Making... Stay Tune~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some time back, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I had a so-called &lt;em&gt;mini-honeymoon&lt;/em&gt;. She's just so nice, and I'm rather proud to have her as my girl. Her whole family had went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for work cum holiday, leaving only her alone in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Her parents were so nice to leave the car key behind for us. Thus, we had a taste of owning a car. There's nowhere we won't go, just think of it and we'll be heading straight down there. Be it for food, shopping, leisure or even just plain chilling out with friends... We'll go~! Distance was never a problem anymore~! We had even went &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyang Tua Pei Gong Temple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my parents, and man do they had a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;scenery there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/beautiful_sky.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't The Sky Beautiful~?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;With the good point sure tag along the bad points. Expenses were sky high~! Just petrol itself cost me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S$120/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Parking cost about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S$20/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, while topping up of CashCard is also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S$20/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thus, the total transport fees is already &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S$160/-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;man~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; Now I had really made up my mind that, I'll not own a vehicle unless I'm really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~! Now my pocket got one BIG HOLE liao man. Luckily pay day is near~! ^_^Yeah~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="259" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/jia_xiang.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^_^The Place With Delicious Food~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="208" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/mattew_candy_wedding_banner.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wedding Banner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, recently got a few people got married liao wor. I had just accompanied &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin &lt;/span&gt;to her friends' wedding dinner @ &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jia Xiang Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Congrats to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; ya~! Then there's one more couple, guess who~?!! It's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; wor~! I'm so happy for her~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt; But I had to apologised to her that I cannot attend her ROM &amp;amp; celebration due to last minute call back for work~! I just hope that I can attend her wedding dinner, if any though, then I'll give her one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ang Bao&lt;/span&gt;~! ^_^Heez~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/bella_husband_1.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/bella_wedding.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/bella_husband_2.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella's Wedding Shots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel kinda sad though, not because that she's married lah of course~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(She is my mei mei le, remember~?)&lt;/span&gt; Just that I didn't even have enough money to get married~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; To be honest, I don't even think I had any savings at all~! Luckily, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; don't mind... Haiz... When will I ever save up enough money then...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-111814098774045540?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111814098774045540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=111814098774045540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111814098774045540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111814098774045540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/taste-of-things.html' title='A Taste Of Things'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111535052374782704</id><published>2005-05-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:44:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Respectable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm on M.C again, for these couple of days. I guessed I'm finally sick due to the severe heavy workload that I have. Work couldn't just stop coming up huh, could it~? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/span&gt; But it's a good thing, because I finally can have a good rest at home... Haven't been updating here recently, it's mainly due to lack of time and also most importantly, nothing interesting to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/janice_01.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birthday Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There're merely any highlights as I spent most of my time, &lt;em&gt;Tian Mi Mi&lt;/em&gt; with my dearest &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt;. I accompanied her to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday celebration, while she accompanied me to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christo&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday celebration. And guess what~? Both of them celebrate last Saturday, and both of them also at Pasir Ris~! Such coincident huh~?!! Well just a few days back, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orchard Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually going to sing your hearts out once in a while is quite good to relief stress. We took some photos too, the one which we can step on the pedals. Quite fun though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/alvin_tina_stan_lin_01.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/jinglin_tina_01.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/alvin_tina_stan_lin_02.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having a Good Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, to the main topic. Imagine someone who had lots of education, someone who's well to do in his/her career, someone with power, but he/she talks in such a manner like; sarcastic, ill-mouth, shouting &amp; disrespectful, arrogant. Do they ever think that people will respect them when they behaved that way~? No, HELL NO~! I've came across many such &lt;em&gt;class&lt;/em&gt; of people throughout my life, lucky or what~!?! Can't imagine such people went thru so much things in their life, so well educated and yet they can forget 2 simple basic words~! &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manners &amp;amp; Respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. So what if one's rich~? Is he/she given the rights to shout at the waiter for the bill, or the poor police officer who had went to help them out when they lost something due to their carelessness~? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*pui*&lt;/span&gt; So darn angry man~! When one can't even mind his/her own manners and don't respect others, what makes them think that people will respect them~?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/jinglin_stanley_04.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/jinglin_stanley_07.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T.M.M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thus my quote of the day is still, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;In order For People To Respect You, Respect Yourself By Respecting Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-111535052374782704?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111535052374782704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=111535052374782704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111535052374782704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111535052374782704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/being-respectable.html' title='Being Respectable'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111388317630701063</id><published>2005-04-19T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:19:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Love You, Still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;+++Anna's Blog Added+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;+++Silver's Blog Added+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you peeps bring work back home, especially those who are married~? Do your love ones felt neglected when you're busy doing your own work~? Work will never be finish doing, but if you don't do it at all, there'll be work left all over the place. Thus work is work, but don't over work. Some of us not only bring &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; back home, but also the feeling that comes from work. When we work in this society, shits happened~! That's no doubt about it... Thus at times, some of us felt rather stressful, or sad, or even frustrated. And if such negative feelings were brought home, what happens...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our home, that's where most our love ones are. And if you accidentally take it out on them, which is so common, you'll hurt and scar them, badly... And you'll feel so regretful then, but isn't that a bit too late~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/play_game.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/poor_wife.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Husband Playing Game, Wife Felt So BORED Behind~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenario Post By JingLin &amp;amp; Stanley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the &lt;u&gt;Number 1 Rule&lt;/u&gt; is, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Try Not To Bring Work Back Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Not just work, literally, but also the feelings that comes with it. Although sometimes I too, failed to do so, but I had always make it a point to keep up such good practice. Will you join me too~? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, last thing to note. Try to say "&lt;em&gt;I Love You&lt;/em&gt;" to your love ones more often. Especially to your parents, do you remember the last time that you had said something like that to them~? Err... If you think it's too mushy, you can do something special or what. Like taking them out for a dinner...etc... They WILL feel it one, trust me~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-111388317630701063?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111388317630701063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=111388317630701063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111388317630701063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111388317630701063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-do-love-you-still.html' title='I Do Love You, Still...'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111344844246141945</id><published>2005-04-14T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:15:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Waited Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt;~! I must say... Sorry to keep you peeps waiting so long for just one pathetic blog entry of mine. I had been REALLY busy recently, and I wonder why. IPPT is round the corner, not only am I not prepared yet, and I'm putting on more weight~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*DuHzZz*&lt;/span&gt; This time round I think sure failed already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I wonder why got so many people think it's me who wrote the previous entry (&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pretty Woman 'The Movie'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)~? Do I really portray such an cheapo image to you peeps~? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; I hope not... However, I do agreed with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; that ladies should not taken &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; advantages just because they're &lt;em&gt;ladies&lt;/em&gt;. Know what I mean~? Of course not things like little cab fares or guys opening the car door for you...etc... I'm talking about things like free drinks (Especially Alcoholic Ones) and stuffs, and not one glass or what ya, but jugs after jugs, occasions after occasions. Some, I mean &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; only, even got themselves hurt in the end. I know that most of you ladies love &amp; respect yourselves, thus I believed that you do anything stupid. So please don't get agitated when reading JingLin's entry. She's not pointing her finger at you and saying that &lt;em&gt;YOU ARE THE ONE&lt;/em&gt;. She's just being concern over you fine ladies out there, hoping that you'll not be a victim of such incidents. There had been a few similar incidents that had happened within our circle of friends, didn't you too encounter the same thing too...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess that this particular sensitive issue had been said enough already, we shall end it here ya. No one is wrong or blame here ok. It's just a reminder for my friends reading my blog to take more precaution, that's all. Thus, please do not get us wrong, we only mean good. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, if in any way that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; had offended you with her entry, I'm sorry ok. I'm sure she felt that way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now back to my entry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="278" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/winnie_2.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo Is Courtesy Of Winnie Herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About 2 weeks ago, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt; celebrated her 21st Birthday. So many people turn out at her house. Most of them &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I both don't know one. And that day we were like so ill fated like that... We miss the bus, yet it was only later that we both knew that we had board the wrong bus. Luckily we still manage to reach Winnie's place with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weny&lt;/span&gt; on time, a little late though. We all stayed at her house for quite some time, before we head to our next destination, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotham Penthouse&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clark Quay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And that's also where I'll talk more about it~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/gotham_penthouse.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotham Penthouse @ Clark Quay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/gotham_lights.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Like This Deco The Most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Artistically Beautiful~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People I know who went to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gotham Penthouse&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt; &amp; her cousin &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jonathon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hui Qing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Zhao Ting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Me. The place was quite nicely set up. Kinda posh, I must say. Which initially gave me quite a good feeling with the place. Entrance fee was dirt cheap. At S$12/- for both ladies &amp;amp; men, yet ladies still get free flow of vodka that particular night. And the restrooms quite special too, a bit like hotel standard, which is not bad for a club. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*thumbs up*&lt;/span&gt; Then hell happens for the next few hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/toilet_female.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/toilet_male.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Signs Of The Restrooms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the club, they played mainly R&amp;B, which is good. Then it's a Caucasian club, meaning you'll see quite a few &lt;em&gt;Ang Mos &amp;amp; Black People&lt;/em&gt; there... And that's the problem~! Not the Caucasians or what, but us~! Local Singaporeans...! I always wonder, why the hell do most of us always look upon &lt;em&gt;Ang Mos&lt;/em&gt; as though they're 1st class citizens, while we're of 2nd class~?!! That's how I feel in the club~! Although the servers &amp; stuffs there are all friendly, but I just have this feeling in me. JingLin felt the same way too. Then I look around the club, there are so many &lt;em&gt;chicks&lt;/em&gt; there in the club, as though trying very hard to get hooked by an &lt;em&gt;Ang Mo&lt;/em&gt;. Why is this so... Then came these local pathetic guys, trying so hard to act as though they are the &lt;em&gt;Ang Mos&lt;/em&gt; too. Giving all those crap &amp;amp; bullsh_t that they're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Players Of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or whatsoever~! Oh come on...! In short, they're just always waiting &amp; making opportunities to get laid, isn't that so. Honestly, I'm still pretty pissed with what I saw that day. There's still this &lt;em&gt;thingy&lt;/em&gt; that happened~! But, I shall not blog about it, because it's personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall now end this entry... Quote of the day, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect Yourself, And Others Will Do The Same To You~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-111344844246141945?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111344844246141945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=111344844246141945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111344844246141945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111344844246141945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-waited-entry.html' title='A Long Waited Entry'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111331739549270371</id><published>2005-04-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:49:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JingLin's Tag Replies (Another Entry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haiz.. I feel forced to post another entry... Hehe... kidding la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, I want to apologize to Ms. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ru Hua&lt;/span&gt;. I believe, given your utter beauty, guys would be paying to breathe the same air as you. I'm sorry I bothered. You would never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Firstly, everything I wrote is very subjective. It's how I feel. You don't have to feel the same way. And erm, what I meant in my previous entry is that, normally it's FINE for guys to pay for the cab fare once in a while. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Yes &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;, you're right, I feel that girls nowadays ARE becoming more materialistic. As in they don't go for the heart but instead, the pocket (money). But of course, they are the minority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;To '&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;'. Yup, Singapore is shaping us all into such money minded creatures, men and women alike. We cannot blame it on society totally also, as we too have a part to play in deciding our character. But I emphasized on the ladies as they might stand to lose out more in the end. I too, did state that there are super nice pple also. I didn't really say that i based all these on a person's looks. What I really meant are the actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Plus, to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ginny&lt;/span&gt;. YES~! Women are liberated. We are equals! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*HapPy*&lt;/span&gt; Ever since the 1971 if I remember correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Please, to those who feel insulted, don't be. I never meant for this to point out at anybody. Sorrie okie? :) I mean, I do know that everyone wants a good life. But the question is HOW~? &lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt; do you want to achieve that good life? What do you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to achieve in life? Do you want to look back in life one day when you're old and your only achievement is marrying right? Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know, I'm just being concerned, not pointing fingers at people and call them cash croppers (money suckers). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not the kind to make assumptions, jump into conclusions and then make judgment based on whatever little information registered, right, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ru Hua&lt;/span&gt;~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-111331739549270371?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111331739549270371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=111331739549270371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111331739549270371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111331739549270371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/jinglins-tag-replies-another-entry.html' title='JingLin&apos;s Tag Replies (Another Entry)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111301429396689501</id><published>2005-04-09T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:46:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Women 'The Movie' (Special Entry By JingLin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I decided on writing an entry here today cos I sorta wanted to be heard but too lazy to start my own blog. Pardon me but here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;You know, these days I keep thinking about some stuff and it is really disturbing. What is happening to our little ladies nowadays? Not that I'm really so old and detached from current stream of society but I feel really sad. Yes. Sad, disappointed, would be the words. Or maybe it has always been just me, too oblivious to the situation around me until it slapped me in the face. I guess you have not a clue what I am saying but in short, UNREALISTIC MATERIALISTs is my topic of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT, I am not saying that everybody is one, mind u. =) A lot are really not. At least there's hope in that aspect. Have you come across someone or many girls, as a matter of fact, that seems/seem to care for not much more than material satisfaction? Sometimes I think it is society. Molded us that way. Maybe we are becoming the new Japan, where their younger generations' goal is living for the moment? Have you thought about that? I believe that every single person CAN more/less control your own future. You can choose whether or not to cross that road, and whether to flirt with that man across the bar. Actually I believe that a proper conversationalist and good looker can win any guy’s heart (having substance in conversations is also a factor). AND I believe that mentally, whether guys want to know or not, girls are just as good, if not better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Than WHY, I would want to ask, are so many girls seeking the easy way out? We can work for our own future AND carve our own careers. HELLO, wake up and smell the coffee, this is not the sixties where we have to fight for the landlord's son so as to ensure we don't have a physically taxing life and still be guaranteed that our husband, given the extra cash, will have extra ladies behind his back. Somehow, I know I sound ridiculous but please my darling ladies, don't be seduced by the luxurious life you wish to have and pay with interest, your future happiness. If you have taken basic economics, you would know that there is always this pie chart where if you had more of this, you would have to forsake the other. True enough, I believe it relates to life basically too. Just how big or small that pie depends on your effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our kindergarten innocence is long gone. Monetary evil settled as soon as we got our first 70 cents allowance from Mummy/Daddy. But morality still prevails I believe. At least I see it in many a young woman. It is never too late to turn back. Why make men feel like they can AFFORD us? Women fought for independence and so why waste it? I dun really see us as toys, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is actually very opinionated. Maybe you might think that pursuing for a wealthy lifestyle your way is your business and it is right. Ok. I might be wrong too. It is up to you. Your set of values. What are your values? Do you still keep what your parents/teachers taught you? I am only saying this because I care (a lot) and I would like to state that this entry is definitely NOT targeted at anyone. Just generalizing. Why try to get hurt? Growing up is a phase. I learnt the hard way but I never sold my dignity. Not to any man. But embarrassing yourself for the one man you love is fine. (exp. He slaps your butt unwittingly in front of your friends.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do not know if I would make any sense to anyone reading this cause I have some mixed feelings about this as well. Being female, we usually have this 'not-having-to-pay-for-the-cab-fare-after-clubbing-with-guys' thingy. But where should we draw the line? Think about it. I believe you already have the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954314-111301429396689501?l=eliteboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111301429396689501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954314&amp;postID=111301429396689501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111301429396689501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954314/posts/default/111301429396689501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliteboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/pretty-women-movie-special-entry-by.html' title='Pretty Women &apos;The Movie&apos; (Special Entry By JingLin)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660932401735645656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.geocities.com/eliteboy1980/stanley_60_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954314.post-111190343010421518</id><published>2005-03-28T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T09:46:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/weny_2_bigger.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our One &amp; Only, Wen Jie~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, children of all ages, allow me to present to you our one &amp; only, gorgeous, helpful, petite, sexy, modest (Ahem... Err... Nvm...), smart &amp;amp; elegant.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WENY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/em&gt; Yes yes yes... If &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; for her, you peeps would not have the luxury of reading my blog. Simpppply because she's the one who introduce &amp; psycho me to blog. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*WiNkZ*&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, you got it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="185" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/glamour_quest_2005.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess she's still floating while reading till here. "^_^Haha~! Well, honestly I do really have so many things to thank her. Just that I don't know where to start from. Just yesterday, she reserved 2 tickets for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JingLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Me to go &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun Tec City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Glamour Quest 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;. For the 1st time, we got to attend such kinda function. Quite fun, I must say. Especially when the male contestants came walking out with their swimming trunks &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Pui~!&lt;/em&gt;), and then someone got so excited that she kept shaking her legs~! Hey~! What's this man~?! No respect for the one &amp; only guy (&lt;em&gt;That's Me~!&lt;/em&gt;) who accompany them for the function. Well I shall not reveal who's that gal, I'll let you peeps guess among the two... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*HuMpF*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/gals_1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/gals_2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fine Ladies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/guys_1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.geocities.com/eliteblog/guys_2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And The Hunks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The three of us were rather upset with the champions, both the male &amp;amp; female category. Haiz... But at least my guesses of the results were 80% correct. See, I'm so good huh~! Wahaha~! Just Kidding... Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Celest Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was also there to sing too. She can really do the "Cat-Walk" thingy man~! She brings out the style~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*drooling*&lt;/span&gt; There's also this guy from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. His song is not bad, with his vocal rather smooth... Not very smooth though... Too bad I couldn't take m
