<?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-10985719</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:15:03.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UnIz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-8752857062352916010</id><published>2007-01-09T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:26:10.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After church had got the very high tech, sofisticated, unexplainable, automatic key locks operated, thousands, some say millions of complains flood my house telephone. maybe, my dad is as gossip as them.. hahahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the church's BMC decision on putting that thing on was not a very wise idea. It safeguards most of our assests but it also brings troubles to many people in return. Now, the rainbow fellowship is decideing now if all their fellowship are changed to home fellowship. Main reason is because of the keylock. No food will be prepared in church on saturday due the tremendous troubles they had to book the kitchen and some rooms. For eg, suddenly they realise not enough chairs, they also do not have a choice but sit on the floor etc. Youth felloship had changed to home fellowship is also a very good idea as we don't to go through all the rubbish again. Imgaine: "Oh, forgot the scores books in the 3rd level. too bad! locked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the room is booked and the fellowship/meeting is cancelled? The person in charge must come to church and stand outside the door to make sure there isn't anyone walked into the room until the door is auto locked back. cauze if anything is lost, the person in charge is responsible. This idea is a bit dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the church's building is left untouched on sat. Then all the money used to extend the building not fully used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everybody is biased. BMC is also very bias. Bias towards the Kindergarten n YCKC. How is it possible that a caretaker vs a pastor, a caretaker's rights, wellfare is much taken care of compared to a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... maybe i'll one day love the keylock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-8752857062352916010?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/8752857062352916010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=8752857062352916010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/8752857062352916010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/8752857062352916010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2007/01/after-church-had-got-very-high-tech.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-116356142728106494</id><published>2006-11-14T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:45.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u a story I've just heard in a cafa from the waitress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 women, beautifully, gorgeously and stunningly dressed went into a restaurant to have their dinner. They ordered the most impressive dishes and a cake for birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress was very curious and went up to them and ask"May I know whose birthday is it today that both of you are celebrating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the women replied "oh, It's my child's birthday. He's 2 years old today."&lt;br /&gt;This even puzzled the waitress " But... where is he?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's left at home. His father is taking care of him"&lt;br /&gt;"Because if he's here, we can't celebrate his birthday happily. He's very troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's weird. A birthday without the birthday boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever celebrate birthdays without the birthday person around?&lt;br /&gt;I just we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is supposed to be celebrating the birth of Jesus. But not everyone is aware of it. Like the 2 women. Dressed beautifully, having a delicious dinner, giving gifts. But the birthday person in not around. Christmas without the main person which is the Jesus, it turns meaningless. Just like the story above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all understand n enjoyed the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-116356142728106494?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/116356142728106494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=116356142728106494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/116356142728106494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/116356142728106494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/11/morning-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-116239899208619155</id><published>2006-11-01T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to lots and lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;And lots of 21st birthday friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st birthday seems so near. Approaching. When had it became so close? It's always unreachable and far. Time flies and we grow older. We all have our own goals, own target, own dreams, own future. We aint the used to be "happy go lucky".&lt;br /&gt;We used to goal/target for L1R5 6 or Straight A1.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we go for comfort life, money, good job, good husband.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later, it's gonna be aiming for a Smart Child or whaever.&lt;br /&gt;That's life.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;Although I still simply prefer my schooling days BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised what the Chinese means "Distant relative is not better than neighbours"&lt;br /&gt;I was in the clinic working.&lt;br /&gt;What I saw a lady, ran down to clinic frantically saying her neighbour's child sudddenly stopped breathing. Behind her, there were a maid hugging a baby with a 4 yrs old girl. The maid was crying bitterly, lost and aimless.&lt;br /&gt;The baby's parents went to work, leaving the little girl, the baby and the maid at home only.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the baby, it's fitting. And fainted a while later.&lt;br /&gt;He's later saved. (rather a long story)&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, the baby is saved by his neighbour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-116239899208619155?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/116239899208619155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=116239899208619155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/116239899208619155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/116239899208619155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-lots-and-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-116055015420137922</id><published>2006-10-10T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En's having bbq with his frens. I seriously thinks my mom likes him more.. it's the rare and abnormal cases that she's cleaning up the whole house, wash everything for his frens. Under normal circumstances, my mom doesnt even wash her own dishes or go near a broom. biasness...  but it's normal. anywayz, my dad loves me more.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since pri3 till now currently. He's now JC1. Is it 9 years?? YES!! I suspect my brother finally got hold of his 9 year secret admire's heart. 9 years of hardship..... and snow white finally accept him. I dun think anyone reading this will have the patience n determination to wait for 9 years for a girl of own's dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY... I'M JUST SUSPECTING. NOT CONFIRM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-116055015420137922?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/116055015420137922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=116055015420137922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/116055015420137922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/116055015420137922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/10/ens-having-bbq-with-his-frens.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115851106900241470</id><published>2006-09-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week, I thought I am going to pass out, hug my boaster and die tragically with a terrible, fiery fever.&lt;br /&gt;But lucky YOU!!! who got to read this mean I'm still alive and kicking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mid autumn festival is coming your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Let me tell u a story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is this story about the moon-cake. during the Yuan dynasty. China was ruled by the Mongolian people. Leaders from the preceding Sung dynasty were unhappy at submitting to the foreign rule, and set how to coordinate the rebellion without being discovered. The leaders of the rebellion, knowing that the Moon Festival was drawing near, ordered the making of special cakes. Backed into each moon caked was a message with the outline of the attack. On the night of the Moon Festival, the rebels successfully attached and overthrew the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today, moon cakes are eaten to commemorate this legend and was called the Moon Cake.For generations, moon cakes have been made with sweet fillings of nuts, mashed red beans, lotus-seed paste or Chinese dates, wrapped in a pastry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Because the full moon is round and symbolizes reunion, the Mid-Autumn Festival is also known as the festival of reunion.Hence, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;making of mooncake becomes a time for people to get together and reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i say sooo much above.... I just wanna say 1 thing about the making of moon cake. It's the most crucial part I'm getting into.&lt;br /&gt;So no names are being mentioned. Only illustrative names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STORY I GUESS ONLY THE CHURCH PEEPS UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story started days ago but the main idea/topic is from Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;This is the SMS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Warner Brothers: Remember to tell yout dad to buy the mooncake boxes by tomorrow. I need it by Sunday. Tnx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Feverish person:ok. Will get it by tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The next day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Feverish Person: Ohh I've got some of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Warner Brothers: Tnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When night falls and the moon creeps up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Warner Brothers: I think only I know the size the best. I'll go get it instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feverish person and her dad vomitted blood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday afternoon, bright and beautiful, 2 kind hearted souls, casting the deer and the lamb hurried to WB (Warner Brothers) house to make lovely mooncakes and to anticipate the joyfulness of the reunion feeling but to their horror, an unsightly view appears infront of them. THE WARNER BROTHERS' FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face that both the deer and the lamb don't expect. They immediately hallucinate WB as a big black wolf as her face is black! Total black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything they did is wrong. Even kneeling the dough is worng. Making the paste is wrong. Typing the announcement is wrong. But what does WB thinks is right? The placement of mooncakes in cherry tomato boxes is right. The placement of the dough in the refrigerator is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the making of mooncake took place in a dark and creepy cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone knows why the WB is having a black mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night falls, 2 more little mice, small and helpless, went into the cave happily to do some "reunion" mooncakes and sadly ..............................................&lt;br /&gt;One by One.... Slowly.... All hearts scatters...Tears cried inside.....&lt;br /&gt;All small creatures were slowly globbeb by the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Warner Brothers is not 2 people. Is just 1 person. Her name is pronounce almost the same as Warner Brothers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your reunion mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 for $10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 for $19.90&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made with love and tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115851106900241470?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115851106900241470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115851106900241470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115851106900241470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115851106900241470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-week-i-thought-i-am-going-to-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115742740686256447</id><published>2006-09-04T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have anyone received this SMS before?&lt;br /&gt;"kindly support ur govt injustic charge agst 9 innocent FalunGong Practitns who were distrbting Truth-Clarifying Mtls of CCP anti-FalunGong ppgandas &amp;amp; inhumane p'sercution to FalunGong Practitns in China.Visit &lt;a href="http://www.zhengwunet.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;www.zhengwunet.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PLS FORWARD.TQ"&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand how do they send me this SMS? And what has me got to do with Falungong?? Weirdoz.... But i know my neighbour is psychoing my family to join FLG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I've been crying for no reasons quite a few times these few days. It's symptoms of depression.I tried talking to my mom on that. Why am I like that. I told her that I am not feeling happy these few months because I am not living the life I want. And I got a tongue lashing from her and she flew away to Japan. I wonder what am I to her? I just want to be happy. And I really hope she gets what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cant type anymore..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115742740686256447?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115742740686256447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115742740686256447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115742740686256447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115742740686256447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-anyone-received-this-sms-before.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115709499350015255</id><published>2006-08-31T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for the year to end. Can't wait for all my students finishes their end year exam. Ohh.. I'm quite happy with their CA2 results. All improved. Hmm... Feel like changing job. End my life as a tuition teacher. Wanna have a different taste of a different lifestyle. Ever thought of joining airline. As most of my ex-colleages are bugging me to join them. Or be a full time camp instructor/belayer. (As now I'm part time for that) or maybe a normal clerical job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure to take up music. I'm trying to remember all the notes, skills, listening power and whatever it is required. In a few more months i'll be completing my 8th grade. Time flies. I started retaking up music last year and now I'm completing. 2 years to revise 3rd to 8th. Be it australia or Nafa or Laselle I'm going to further it. Music is something very unique to me. I realise music isn't something I want it essentially for a career. From the beginning, I knew that music is a present given to me by Heaven Father. And I am going to use it more and even better for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. Think everyone is trying to crack their brains once again on "what's for christmas?" And I'm supposed to discuss with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STEPHANIE LIM!!! SHE'S 24 SEVEN BUSY!!!&lt;/span&gt; This year, we have a new leader. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Peishen&lt;/span&gt;. Unlike last year, the new and young leader seems more pro active and enthusiatic. And he doesnt seems to be scared of the insight. Anyway, what's so scary about the insights? I am facing one of insights day and night, in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is sick in my house. Bro is having a sore throat. Dad is having a fever. Mom is vomitting. I am having running nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know cheryl and my bro will not read my blog. Ha ha... so I'll type this. (pls keep it a secret eh?? JY and Lydia N Grace??) I was wondering why my bro kept asking me wad cherly likes. Ohhh It's Cheryl's birthday. ha haha.. so a question to ponder: Does Ern ever give you any presents on your birthday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard pluto is out of the universe?? Now, it's categorise as an unround rock which revolves anywhere around the sun. Poorthing. If you had heard the Mr Brown Show's pluto edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrbrownshow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.mrbrownshow.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother just introduce me a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sCL_AATSv4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sCL_AATSv4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115709499350015255?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115709499350015255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115709499350015255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115709499350015255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115709499350015255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-wait-for-year-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115698841468722984</id><published>2006-08-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am undergoing a depression. (Really)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115698841468722984?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115698841468722984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115698841468722984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115698841468722984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115698841468722984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/08/sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115600189163041521</id><published>2006-08-19T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I AM BACK FROM&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; REDANG!!!!&lt;/span&gt; AND I AM NOW A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUALIFIED DIVER&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Redang is a wonderful place!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This trip, almost everyone... not almost... EVERYONE I am certain knew us. The cook, the receptionist, the divers, the bartenders, the minimart people, the managers.... everyone in REDANG BAY knew us. Plus some from the opposite lagoon... Thanks to the 5 digit figures we gave them during our last trip on March. hahaha... They used our 5 digit amount and build a jetty, a souveir shop and a new roof. And i've earned my diving license already. Yeah man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures to browse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/Picture156.jpg" width="150" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Zhang in Sarong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/Picture050.jpg" width="150" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensive training. Swimming exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/Picture063.jpg" width="150" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n mingli trying to carry the extremely heavy oxygen tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/Picture159.jpg" width="150" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mingli with Aileen. The manager of redang bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/Picture161.jpg" width="150" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Diving Instructor!!!! ERIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply miss Redang................. How???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115600189163041521?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115600189163041521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115600189163041521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115600189163041521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115600189163041521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-back-from-redang-and-i-am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115512689589511727</id><published>2006-08-09T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Many years ago, when Singapore was just a fishing village, our forefathers came here in search of a better life. In 1965, after a period of communist and communal strife, independence was thrust upon us. Suddenly we were on our own. But we worked hard and built modern Singapore from scratch. Let us uphold this spirit of self reliance, this openness to change, and this determination to succeed, as we build a brighter future for all. I wish all Singaporeans a Happy National Day. " Prime Minister Lee Sien Long National Day Message 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let's sing it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is my home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grace and beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In all that you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My island home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wherever I may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I never will forget her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nor will she forget me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chorus ^ And I will singA song of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A land of peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where dreams are born everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wherever I may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You will always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is National day. I slipped and landed my foot on a 3 pin plug and it almost cost my life. I couldn't walk to clinic to get my feet cured. Happy National Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I am dead tired, thanks to the staying over night at Pei Shen's house. All these reasons might be why I'm sadly spending a lonely National Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I going diving??&lt;/strong&gt; YES!!!! WHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH...&lt;/span&gt; Pray that I won't be eaten by any sharks or get any decompression sickness this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/redang4.gif" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/redang2.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ya.. This is the place I'm going to dive next week. Nice?? Drool?? Hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115512689589511727?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115512689589511727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115512689589511727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115512689589511727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115512689589511727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore-many-years.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115468253610630591</id><published>2006-08-04T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:44.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a show to recommand. "CLICK" It's nice by Adam Sandler. It's a little sad but it's meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Family comes first." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Newman (Adam Sandler) is married to the beautiful Donna (Kate Beckinsale) and they have two kids, Ben and Samantha. But he doesn't get to see them much because he's putting in long, hard hours at his architectural firm. (He's a super workaholic, hoping one fine day his boss will make him his partner.)After staying up all night to work, Michael becomes frustrated because he can't even figure out which of his remotes will turn on the TV set. He then went out to look for a perfect device that can operate all electronic equipment in the house and he came to a shop called Bed, Bath &amp; Beyond, where an eccentric employee, Morty, gives him a remote that can change his life. Michael then realise this remote can control everything. It's a universal remote. A remote that controls the universe. It can controls the volume of the barking of Sundance, the family dog. It can also fastforward every phrase of his life. (Quarreling with his wife, taking baths, having sex, family dinners, traffiic jams everything.) and can change languages. Soon later, he realise that it's meaningless to rush through life. He had missed lots of events in life that he had fast forwarded and skipped. He got all his dreams achieved(being the best architect in the world) but lost all his love ones. He then learn to truly appreciate his life, the good or the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115468253610630591?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115468253610630591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115468253610630591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115468253610630591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115468253610630591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-show-to-recommand.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115345337265602017</id><published>2006-07-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is Good. All The Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of months, I thought that God had abandoned me, for my sins are so great and plenty. There's no suffering as huge when you tried to call out His name and sing His praises and there seemed no answer, no feelings, not like before. Like before how I experienced the greatness of His love. I suddenly felt empty when I sing, when I played the instruments, when I prayed. I wished I was hard hearted a little, bolder, and a little more frank. As the holy spirit prompted, again and again, the more I want to be with Him. The more I want to be righteous. The more I am confused on how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't feel happy at all. Just like wad JY told me. Yes, I am not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read the lyrics Zeke sent me... Oh God.. "Do You really hear me?" "Do You really sees me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes He did. Cause God will lead the way. He will definately teach me how to walk the path of righteous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115345337265602017?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115345337265602017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115345337265602017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115345337265602017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115345337265602017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115259022516075523</id><published>2006-07-10T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hail to ITALY, The World Cup Champion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Well.. I didnt watched the game till the end. I passed out a little before full time... Ha hA.. and To replenish my sleep, I had an afternoon nap for 7 hrs. And I overslept. I am supposed to teach a girl tuition at 4pm, but I slept till 7pm! When I woke up, I saw "Cindy had stopped tuition"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I had to admit I am not a good teacher. So, I think it's better she quits. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT...... I AM GOING TO FIND ANOTHER STUDENT!!! HAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grandma's birthday was last sunday.We went to a restaurant at marine parade called the ROLAND&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FOOD THERE IS HEAVENLY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's heavenly and the price is good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started my driving classes already. First lesson, the instructor complained I drove too slow... After that first lesson, he kept scolding me not to chiong his car!!(Actually I didn't notice I'm stepping too hard on the accelerator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SLOW DOWN DURING CORNERING!"&lt;br /&gt;"SLOW DOWN BEFORE TRAFFIC LIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....but i hack......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. when am i going to make his car turn 360?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ndp preview last sat. Remembering 2000, I participated in the ndp. The choir's props, dance step, songs are more or less still the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my dad so obsessed with cooking????&lt;br /&gt;It's now 11.50am. (ignore the time on top beside the title. It's spoilt)And he's cooking curry, mee swa, long beans, mee hoon, a lotus soup, fried fish.&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO FINISH??!!??!!??!!??!!??!! IT'S ONLY LUNCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I am also not sure what's wrong with him. He claims that his discus are GOING TO be pregnent. And he built a wall around the fish tank. And ask all to kept away and not to peep. HE PEEPED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Please me reminded that a sweet girl's birthday is coming.)&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/10985719-115259022516075523?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115259022516075523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115259022516075523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115259022516075523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115259022516075523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/07/hail-to-italy-world-cup-champion-well.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115131253706814684</id><published>2006-06-26T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been trying to avoid some people these few days. Guilt. Sinful. Or just afraid. I even tried to avoid God. I am trying to play hide and seek with him. No way I'm going to win. I really wanted to end this game and surrender. To surrender a white flag to Him and be an obedient child in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115131253706814684?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115131253706814684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115131253706814684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115131253706814684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115131253706814684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-trying-to-avoid-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-115046791742613658</id><published>2006-06-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man! It's been some time since my last update. WHY?? W-H-Y? Because my lovely brother is hogging on to the com from dawn till dust 24-7  everyday. THAT'S WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man can u ever believe it?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IKEA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is COMING TO PASIR RIS- TAMPINES!!!MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 CHEERS!!!&lt;/span&gt; Hip hip horray, hip hip horray, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIP HIP HORRAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND oh!! I've watch cars. JUDY, it is actually not that nice as u said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another 3 more catcus to accompany my lonely catcus on my window. Finally! HEE!! I went to M'sia and plucked some strawberries. Well... some strawberries are not so nice so I simply did some good deed by removing it. Ya.. Being kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-115046791742613658?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/115046791742613658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=115046791742613658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115046791742613658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/115046791742613658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-man-its-been-some-time-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114943233238765796</id><published>2006-06-04T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thomas Tham, Thomas Wang, Thomas Lin, whatever Thomas.... BETTER BEWARE!! There's a con man by the name of Thomas.. A BIG BIG BIG CON MAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114943233238765796?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114943233238765796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114943233238765796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114943233238765796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114943233238765796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/06/thomas-tham-thomas-wang-thomas-lin.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114698921334152962</id><published>2006-05-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM BACK FROM HONG KONG!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a rush trip. A sudden trip to Hong Kong. Well the step granny pass away and that's the funeral. Oh Man Oh MAn... It's SO DIFFERENT! A VERY different funeral! A very very chinese funeral. It took place in one of a small room in a big building with all the different funerals happening together. It's extremely noisy and smelly. I really Tak bu lek Tahan and went to buy the ear plugs. It's even noiser then the mechanical workshop!!! The body isnt in any coffin but its being laid on a trolley for pple to see. There's an emcee in every room. When there's visitors/friends, the emcee will shout "GUEST HERE!!!!" in cantonese and every family members must rise. My dad had to wear the brown sack thingy... looks dumb. And I have to pin my hair using a blue flower.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0092.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red lantern represents the person who passed away is more than 100 yrs old. Ya.. my granny is more than 100 yrs old. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0094.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the emcee. A nosy man. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0100.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Er... u know the monkey king and the priest.. Ya.. they are acting one part out. It's part of the buddist or toaist thing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0099.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's part of the monkey king scene. They are trying to lead my granny to cross the "bridge" to drink the mong po tang to recarnate.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;After this funeral, I really really feel so lucky I have chosen christianity as my religion. The money my dad used to send to my grandma cannot even reached her. He sent the money by distant post, DHL etc but the money had been stolen by either her sons or her room mates. Now, they fold all the hell money to her, don't even have stamps. Just a line of my family name using pen ink and expect the money to reach her. Some more no stamps. How to reach??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0106.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is one of my father's brother. They first met. This is the very very unfilial child who pushed my granny down the stairs and claim she fell by accident. Now he is trying to get the granny's fortune. See him also Ket Sim.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0069.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cousins and me. Behind is bruce lee. Ya.. The avenue of stars. Ha ha.. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0077.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's my hand and andy lau's handprint!!!! HA HA HA!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0080.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cousin and Siao Fang Fang's hand print.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0071.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/PICT0005.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The extended mercedes Benz. Smart leh!! Feel like president Bush!! We took that to hotel. Cost us 400 HK dollars. Of course, the man there u can ignore. Spoil the smartness of the car. He kept thinking he is clinton. Haiyo...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114698921334152962?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114698921334152962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114698921334152962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114698921334152962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114698921334152962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-back-from-hong-kong-its-rush-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114529162635001116</id><published>2006-04-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"They can take away everything from me. Happiness, money, wadever... But not freedom" said 'somebody'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about love? Happiness? Really? I'm sorry but I don't really believe your statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114529162635001116?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114529162635001116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114529162635001116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114529162635001116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114529162635001116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-can-take-away-everything-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114529132909997110</id><published>2006-04-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Human change. Things change. but hang on... God doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's mindset, thinkings, concept on life n living changes according to age, peers and many.. It seemed that all of the sudden people starts to be very very mindful on cash, money, status.... I just hate it when they talk about all these. Being the real realistic people on earth, grabbing money is very important. Well.. It doesn't really make me feel good. Everybody wants to be somebody. Nobody wants to be a nobody. And that's how life goes. Just struggling to be a somebody. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a happy life. Be it rich or poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible in the modern days context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hang on to His directions and plans. I know He has the best path for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114529132909997110?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114529132909997110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114529132909997110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114529132909997110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114529132909997110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/04/human-change.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114520766019927083</id><published>2006-04-16T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:43.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my step grandma just passed away... haiyo... n i've only seen her twice in my life. I think there's some problem with the hong kongers in handling funeral stuffs.. She passed away on Thurs... and the cremation must wait till may.. siaoness!! So the family members must cry for 2 weeks plus la. And I am trying to write out my family tree. For the newspaper thingy.. Wow!! Now then realise I've got a HUGE FAMILY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A TUTOR!!! YEAH!!! And I seriously think that I am a very very very very creative, innovative tutor!! haha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is over. Had dinosaur eggs this year. Haiyo!! Purple black n green eggs.. Gothic man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114520766019927083?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114520766019927083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114520766019927083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114520766019927083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114520766019927083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-step-grandma-just-passed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114408317026962746</id><published>2006-04-03T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously thinks that I'm in some sort of slight coma. Once I fell asleep.... I can barely be awake. Graduated days are miserable. Schooless, aimless. My average sleeping rate is now 12- 20 hours/day. Too much of sleep and I'm getting dark panda eyes!!!! And my left eye is now very sore.. sianess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually supposed to meet desmond everyday. But everyday without fail we just can't make it. LAZY is the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally decided to take music as my career path, and I am very serious about it. I've talked to my mom about it today and she doesn't very support the idea of being a musican. Haiz.... Acountant is all she had in her mind. I tried to sell my idea to her.. But I guess nothing much can get into her mind. I've already choosen and thought of the school I really wanna be in. But she die die wanna be finish my ACCA course. Hm... I guess I might need to chong finish my ACCA course and get into the my music school ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114408317026962746?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114408317026962746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114408317026962746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114408317026962746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114408317026962746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-seriously-thinks-that-im-in-some.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114252380051736007</id><published>2006-03-16T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am going to create a miracle in my life.I super backside itchy and went to sign up for Piano ABRSM exam. this is siaoness... the flute exam i've conquered it with 2 nights of crash practices. but then the flute thing is grade 2. well well.. it's been years and years since I've touched Piano exam. The last time was.... hmm... Pri 6?? or 5?? And wad's more??!! Usually it will take a year to prepare oneself for the exam.. but the exam will commence this coming august.. that left me abt 5 months to prepare!! I've chosen the songs.. a Baroque classical french song, a spanish romanic song and one american jazz. Next time play for you all to hear ya..&lt;br /&gt;So... i will be diligiently staying at home practicing my songs. and scales (the scariest part) for the next few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just miss redang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114252380051736007?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114252380051736007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114252380051736007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114252380051736007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114252380051736007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-i-am-going-to-create-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114223038123440458</id><published>2006-03-12T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad's going for an operation later.. hope he's alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114223038123440458?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114223038123440458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114223038123440458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114223038123440458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114223038123440458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-dads-going-for-operation-later.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114205185995062978</id><published>2006-03-10T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUN, SAND, SEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadly.. I am back from redang. Time Flies... It's sooooooo fun!! The sea is amazing blue and clear. The skies are filled with stars. The sand is as soft as milk powder and it glows at night. Snokering for 2 days and I think it's enough.. and I dun thnk I am in the luck. Can't see sharks and sea turtles but got stung by sea bugs upside down. I've tried ery hard to chase the sharks but they swam away really fast. AND I DIDN"T GET TO SEE NEMOS TOO!!!!! WHY!!!! nvm... shall see it everyday in my fish tank. Really can't believe that my graduation trip is now over. I will sadly miss all my old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well Well... went fishing again yesterday.. at a very very very ulu site. where there are only cockcroaches and millipedes. And I am enjoying my slacking life now. I've decided to buy a fishing rod for myself... hee hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114205185995062978?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114205185995062978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114205185995062978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114205185995062978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114205185995062978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/03/sun-sand-sea-sadly.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114128426505442522</id><published>2006-03-01T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AAAMAZING RACEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I AM PARALYSE FROM WAIST DOWN, HALF WAY BLIND AND SPINAL CORD ON THE VEDGE OF BREAKING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This race is truly fun!! A great test of my virtues of team building, patience, endurance, perservance and most important of all..... to be able to forgive and forget. And a great test of my physical strength, mental strength, and my level of scolding people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've ran more than what I've normally ran in a year!!! Now my leg is like LAMED! And let's make this more amazing... Let's go redang for jungle trekking on monday... then everyboby in the amazing race teams will feel shiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How amazing is the race....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114128426505442522?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114128426505442522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114128426505442522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114128426505442522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114128426505442522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaamazing-raceeee-i-am-paralyse-from.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114076167914297534</id><published>2006-02-23T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am dead! What is this madness crazy sleeping habit I am engaging with??!!!??!! For the past 2 days, my total sleeping time could not even add up to 3 hours. Under normal circumstances, my afternoon nap will be longer than that. And all the BIE people are not sleeping at night. And everybody's meeting in the middle of the night.. for fishing, for soccer, for beach and whatever activities... Ahh... and felt sleepy during sunrise. Thankz to all the staying over during exam week. I'm trying hard to repay all my sleeping debt and eating debt. This is just so crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I don't think it's healthy not to sleep at the correct time and not eat for the day. And worse, got in the rain in the middle of the night, eat instant noodles all the time and stand against the strong wind all night. Looks like I am trying to commit suicide slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well.... Amazing race.... Next week. I guess it will be fun! hmm... Another 4 days without sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114076167914297534?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114076167914297534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114076167914297534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114076167914297534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114076167914297534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-i-am-dead-what-is-this-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-114049929346923183</id><published>2006-02-20T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt; and what&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I eat&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm Lovin It!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ba ba ba ba ba! I'm Lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 whole weeks in mac! Eat, drink, sleep. All in mac. Well well.... Guess the slogan above really do some propaganda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to make people puke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/fries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/nuggets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya.. Exams Exams Exam... Sick sleeping pattern. And munching antacid everyday. Hoping the effort really pays off. But then... look at the stats paper!!!  4 letters to decribe it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F-L-O-P&lt;/span&gt;. What can I say man. "CHUNGKY IS DAMN CUNNING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. you know... I'm beginning to love exams.. (Gosh! Am I Normal?) At least I've got something to do. After this thursday, I will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. my cactus pot went into thousand pieces, as it smashed outside my window. The cute little cactus went homeless in a split second. Hm.. Didn't really expect zhang to get it a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to spot some of the constellations in the sky, but I found out that... "I FORGOTTEN THE JANUARY/FEB/ MARCH's SKY!!" Actually.. There's nothing much to see during the beginning of the year. Maybe Castor and Pollax forming the Gemini or the canis major and minor forming the Orion. I wonder most of the times, how did the ancient greek people sees those stars as a creature? For example, Gemini. Its 2 bright stars side by side. And they can picture it as a twin. Libra? Impossible to see it as a weighing machine. Well Well... but then don't you find it amazing that those small spots in the night sky are in the same place every time of the year, ever since millions of years ago? And each position has their own degree and distance. And it gives directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I better do some revision on my constellations. If not how to teach the Victoria School boys this coming march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not I wanna be loan shark or what... But then.. dear sweetie coursemates. Pls pay $2 for the graduation package and $250 for graduation trip  by wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-114049929346923183?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114049929346923183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=114049929346923183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114049929346923183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/114049929346923183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-what-i-do-and-what-i-eat-im.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113982334498516354</id><published>2006-02-13T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am beginning to miss all my poly friends... sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to farewell... I really wonder when will be the mext meeting together?? Shan Hua's wedding?? maybe. pasir ris interchange?? when the guys getting ready for BMT?? or the redang trip. Ya.. that trip could be the last time we get together.. and some pple like desmond!! yuan zhang!! err.. hmm.. *shall not elaborate*.&lt;br /&gt;We went through everything together. meeting stupid deadlines. tolerating crazy lecturers. staying over in school for project. macdonald's delivery madness. supporting frens in singing competition/urban faces. breakups. attached. rumours. breadboard breakfast. carona's nightmare. Being amazing race team's nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had treasure all these more.&lt;br /&gt;I really love all of them. And feel blessed to have them. And I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received an email from Mr Osman. The most valgur teacher ever met. Well well... I didnt expect anything nice from him. Osman... It's either money or a favour. This time is favour. All coralites, pls help him write a short essay on "What coral means to me" with your own picture in it too. thankz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113982334498516354?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113982334498516354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113982334498516354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113982334498516354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113982334498516354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113824377387010563</id><published>2006-01-25T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:42.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear darling coralites!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exceptions for this year!! Our reunion lunch for this year will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Date: 28 Jan (Sat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time: Meet 11 at tam platform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Going to: Suntec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must go!! Dear Desmond!!!!!! Cannot say don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Announcement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Our OM had stepped dwon from her position. The Acting Alumni OM will be SY and me. We will try our best to force Amanda to get back to position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) ZJ's Grandpa passed away on 23/01. The wake is at hougang. Please send your condolences to him. He is super sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Amanda listened to SY's advise by buying the magical hair dye and got her hair to be in BLONDE!!!!!!! Ha ha ha ha.. SY says that the magical hair dye wun give her any colour unless she buys a lighter colour hair dye.Wow!!Our very courageous Amanda bought the super blonde, thinking it will turn out to be dark brown!! ha aha ha.. IT TURNED BLONDE!! I was watching legally blonde that time when she showed me her new hair colour. ( the best part is: I helped her dyed the hair) Some parts are black, some parts are brown, some parts are blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Judy's attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Eunice met a gang fight a few days ago. Hit the three "9"s on my phone, expecting the voice to be Daniel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Desmond, Andrew and Eunice are going to be jobless soon. No jobs in the market for dip cert Bioengineers. And this course is so useless. Don't even know can be TSO or not. We have decided not to take part in the open house and JAE. We just want to do some good to the secondary schools students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) CNY visitation date not confirmed due to some disputes on dates. Being a very democratic group, we will cast a vote on 28/01 to decide on the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WISHING ALL A NOT SO BORING CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I've done my preparation by stocking my house with dvds! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Have you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113824377387010563?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113824377387010563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113824377387010563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113824377387010563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113824377387010563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-darling-coralites-no-exceptions.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113773044100440366</id><published>2006-01-19T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:41.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more week to quiz week&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to project week&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to study week&lt;br /&gt;4 more weeks to exam week&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks to unemployment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113773044100440366?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113773044100440366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113773044100440366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113773044100440366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113773044100440366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-more-week-to-quiz-week-2-more-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113751112166141391</id><published>2006-01-17T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:41.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart feels so down. It's like aching. I probably dun even know the reason why. Maybe because of the living...or because of the dead? both i think. hm... maybe everybody should learn to be more careful with our words and quit gossiping and complaining. hmmm... or probably 21 jan is approaching. I admit I still miss him as a brother. It's been 2 years. And each time I pop by all-saints to visit him, I was just trying to hold back my tears. Each year before 21jan, things get gloomy. Well.. of course I know he's now in paradise. And I should be happy that he's out of sufferings. But I think it's human nature to feel sad, even after so many years. I remembered 2 years back.... As they played the powerpoint I've created, we sang his favourite song "God's abundant blessing" +"Amazing Grace". I've not shed as much tears as that day in my life. And experience insomia for 2 and a half weeks.. and did not eat a thing for 2 weeks. This year, I've got him a handmade mini soccer ball.Well.. just to decorate his small little place.. that's all. heiya!! I think i should stop talking about him. Makes me feel more down... chaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113751112166141391?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113751112166141391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113751112166141391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113751112166141391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113751112166141391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-heart-feels-so-down.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113639594195748683</id><published>2006-01-04T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:41.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is a bad week for me. not in a very good mood. i dunno.. a lot of stuffs are pissing me off. like my china supervisor not being very supportive with my project. he has been "siaming" my group whenever he can. and will rather watch his wife swim then coming to asses my project. or rather cook tea leaf eggs with his wife. then my term test's result isnt very beautiful. this makes me very sad. next, i hv to go for seminars.. ya.. cauz i am graduating soon. and i have no idea where i am goin after that. and my results are like shit!!!! the worse headache!!! my project cannot work!! Staying in sch till late nite doesnt help. Project judging is next week! EPS 2 weeks later! Project Presentation in 3 weeks! Medical D project deadline is this week. Biomechanic is next week. Biostats is 2 weeks later!! Thinking of it makes me wanna commit suicide! (thankfully God rested on the 7th day. Which means no work on the sabbath. If not I will kill myself)I really love to be with the church peeps. Cauz they doesnt remind me of work! And I love to go Church. At least I feel more relax. But then Dr Azam juz told me to meet him this sunday to do project. Haiz... I dun really get it! Why must they cramp everything on my third year? Why can't everyday is sabbath??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these got me sooo irritated.&lt;br /&gt;But then.. I've learned an important lesson today. Maybe I should share??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a story while I was doing my QT. Its about a Father over worried for his 3 sons. And he got soo much extreme for his sons' safety till it was an alter to the gods of insecurity, worry, and it come to run his life. Then the story summarises with a few sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Stop worrying about money, your family, your future, your relationships, your grades, and anything else you're uptight about. Because God cares for you. Why not pray and give those things to God right now? Thank Him that He can more than handle the toughest things you face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then the story ends with a verse (1 Peter 5:6,7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety upon Him, because He cares for you (1Peter 5:6,7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comforts me better than anyone can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113639594195748683?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113639594195748683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113639594195748683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113639594195748683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113639594195748683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-week-is-bad-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113621583407905166</id><published>2006-01-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:41.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!!!!Have a blessed 2006!"&lt;br /&gt;No noisy countdown party. No hip and rock in town. Just a simple gathering with a few friends at the usual place. (my house)&lt;br /&gt;"A silent countdown"&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad too. We shared about our hatic life. What each of us had gone through. As i listened, I realised that the problems, the things we shared, our way of interpreting stuffs are so different as compared to stuffs we worried abt during our schooling days. Then I began to feel that the so called "big problems" I used to worry abt isnt so impt after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all split into grps to prepare dinner. Let me introduce the Japan team!!! On the left is Miss Eunice. Middle is Samson. Right is Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02505.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've prepared hand made sushi, soba noodles and tempura. well... delicious.. hee!!!!!! and tt's the japan team uniform. symbolises unity. the head band wrote "sure win" in chinese. Bi shen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02508.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the China Team!! BOOOOOOO... They've put in zero effort on preparin the food. Simply trying to cheat us by goin to 24hrs to ba bao the food back.&lt;br /&gt;Their uniform is supposed to be long sleves showing conservative nature of the chinese. and tt pic shows a chinese family potriat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02503.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thailand Team!!!!!! Well.. they went fishing the day b4 to get us some fishes and cooked it with some thai sauces for us. Nice effort!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02536.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"width="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02572.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"width="150"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113621583407905166?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113621583407905166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113621583407905166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113621583407905166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113621583407905166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-4-3-2-1-happy-new-yearhave-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113561594390422121</id><published>2005-12-26T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:40.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line&lt;br /&gt;Tryin'to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood&lt;br /&gt;Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously&lt;br /&gt;Pacing 'round like little boys do&lt;br /&gt;And in his hands he held a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;And when it came his time to pay&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I heard him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;br /&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He counted pennies for what seemed like years&lt;br /&gt;Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"&lt;br /&gt;He searched his pockets frantically&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned and he looked at me&lt;br /&gt;He said Mama made Christmas good at our house&lt;br /&gt;Though most years she just did without&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the look on his face when he said&lt;br /&gt;Mama's gonna look so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;br /&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love&lt;br /&gt;As he thanked me and ran out&lt;br /&gt;I knew that God had sent that little boy&lt;br /&gt;To remind me just what Christmas is all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113561594390422121?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113561594390422121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113561594390422121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113561594390422121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113561594390422121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-was-almost-christmas-time-there-i_26.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113561444423397381</id><published>2005-12-26T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:40.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas' over!&lt;br /&gt;Time flies! I remembered everybody was preparing for the 23rd dec christmas programme n now... it's over. The entire programme from food to sermon to deco to songs to the people who came... its really God's grace. I dunno how to  thank my Father up there!&lt;br /&gt;25th was also a blessed day. Everything went out so nice and sweet.. although it's a little tiring and energy draining..&lt;br /&gt;This was my busiest christmas ever. But the most meaningful one. I remembered I used to be in orchard sqeezing wif the rest. then i find it's meaningless, boring and tiring. This yr was so different. ya.. christmas doesnt come frm the store.. Christmas means much much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone.&lt;br /&gt;My family went to sri lanka.. I've to sleep alone in the my humble house with my circuit boards and fishes..&lt;br /&gt;....so lonely....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113561444423397381?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113561444423397381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113561444423397381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113561444423397381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113561444423397381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-over-time-flies-i-remembered.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113514857727016799</id><published>2005-12-20T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:40.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of skin</title><content type='html'>been renovating my house these few days.. i then realise that my pet plant in my room is sooooo adorable.. so i've decided to change to this skin.. hee...but i dun understand wad's the link between "catcus", "smoking kills" and "hug me". The maker of this blogskin seems a bit funny.&lt;br /&gt;But catcus always reminds me of my secondary sch days... where I sold catcuses for charity and had a catcus garden in my class, forcing everybody in my class to love the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo... no time for curtains and wallpapers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113514857727016799?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113514857727016799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113514857727016799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113514857727016799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113514857727016799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/12/change-of-skin.html' title='change of skin'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113496723508279512</id><published>2005-12-18T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:40.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many people in the world can sleep 18hrs within a time frame of 24hrs?? ya.. i did that yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I didnt get my theory test a pass. Its quite saddening. The most horrible fact is that,.. I overlooked the test timing and went there at a wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending my last week in the North. well.. I've skipped some of my lectures due to laziness. Christmas is coming. Thinkin of this makes me worried. I know I shd not hv such little faith. But..... (ya.. there seemed to be one hundred and one buts) No matter wad happened on the 23rd, it sure helps to bond all the church youths together. Abt the 25th thing..... feeling soooo guilty. We are supposed to present the best on stage. The best performance. As long as all of us tried our best in practicing, God will love it. But i guess I dun.. Will He be disappointed with me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113496723508279512?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113496723508279512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113496723508279512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113496723508279512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113496723508279512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-many-people-in-world-can-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113345548685433514</id><published>2005-12-01T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:40.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INNOCENT!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours. can kill.&lt;br /&gt;........sob sob.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113345548685433514?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113345548685433514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113345548685433514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113345548685433514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113345548685433514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/12/innocent-rumours.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113319496432710956</id><published>2005-11-28T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:40.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Christmas isn't Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;til it happens in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside youis where&lt;br /&gt;Christmas really starts.&lt;br /&gt;So give your heart to Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;you'll discover when you do;&lt;br /&gt;That it's Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;really Christmas for you."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismas is coming.. Chocolates, gifts, sweets, christmas trees, ribbons, lights and many fanciful stuffs are on sale. People are grabbing, queuing .Increasing the outstandings on the credit card bills Christmas had lost its real meaning year after year. People put a X in front of the mas. Tell stories about santa and his reindeer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/grinch.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Maybe Christmas," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Grinch thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"doesn't come from a store."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Maybe Christmas... perhaps... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;means a little bit more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is about love. The greatest gift of all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So all my dearest friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;YOU ARE INVITED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TIME:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DATE:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23 DEC2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VENUE: YCK GOSPEL Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;242 Yio Chu Kang Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Fear not!! Transportation Provided!! Miss Khong will bring you there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;exciting programmes&lt;/span&gt; awaiting for you!!!! You will experience a definate different christmas!!! For more enquiries, please contact &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Miss Eunice Khong&lt;/span&gt;. dunno my number??? then tag me. or can email me at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:eunicekhong@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;eunicekhong@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:unizkhong@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;unizkhong@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:0300933I@STUDENT.TP.EDU.SG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;0300933I@STUDENT.TP.EDU.SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or you can go to tp blk 24 level 3 to find me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113319496432710956?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113319496432710956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113319496432710956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113319496432710956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113319496432710956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-isnt-christmas-til-it.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113276146558364234</id><published>2005-11-23T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;God has not promised skies always blue&lt;br /&gt;flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;&lt;br /&gt;God has not promised sun without rain,&lt;br /&gt;Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.&lt;br /&gt;But God has promised strength for the day,&lt;br /&gt;rest for the labour, light for the way,&lt;br /&gt;grace for the trials, help from above,&lt;br /&gt;unfailing sympathy, undying love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful poem. Got it from zeke. well.. he got it from somewhere else. but it really helps to console people. Got his msg a few days back. Think he is getting rather busy these few days.. pray that he is ok. and his health too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113276146558364234?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113276146558364234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113276146558364234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113276146558364234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113276146558364234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-has-not-promised-skies-always-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113259134816904217</id><published>2005-11-21T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinkin of wad to type in..&lt;br /&gt;Been troubled this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;not all scars show, not all wounds heal. you cant always see the pain someone feels.&lt;br /&gt;But, in times of troubles, I seemed to have more things to be thankful of.&lt;br /&gt;I always didnt hv the courage to face my troubles. Avoiding it is my bad habit. I knew it long ago... but didnt hv the courage to kick it. But really thank God for someone who would listen and made me had my first step out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113259134816904217?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113259134816904217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113259134816904217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113259134816904217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113259134816904217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/thinkin-of-wad-to-type-in.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113215260440863263</id><published>2005-11-16T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;heard a very bad news today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PROJECT JUDGING DAY WILL BE ON 27 DEC"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;26 dec to 2 jan is supposed to be my vacation. my parents just got me a ticket to overseas for vacation. especially my mom, she is so enthu abt the trip. she is so excited about going on a holiday with my whole family. i really dun dare to break the bad news to her... so wad will she do wif the extra ticket? the ticket is not cheap. tt's the problem. will she be disappointed?  SHE WILL!! haiz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;but if i dun go for the judging = fail the entire semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;this stupid thing is troubling me the whole day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113215260440863263?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113215260440863263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113215260440863263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113215260440863263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113215260440863263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/heard-very-bad-news-today.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113197868140265728</id><published>2005-11-14T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school started for a week. I've been trying to be studious for this semester. so attentive and hardworking that i couldnt believe it myself. not just for school. in my accounts class too. maybe that's why i've been so tired. like every student, i am always hoping for weekends to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming. i hope it didnt come. i hope christmas can be postpone. unlike other years where i was so excited about christmas, this coming christmas meant a lot of other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas -- exams week&lt;br /&gt;Christmas -- project submission week&lt;br /&gt;like wad zhang said.. guess i am getting a bottle of midnite oil from santa this year as my christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;trying not to get too involved in church activities for this christmas. guess its rather impossible. i am afraid i might be sick during the week of christmas. must understand how important the 23 dec. cauz usually i will be sick during stressful days. Guess God will lead.&lt;br /&gt;Shall enjoy myself on the 25dec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113197868140265728?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113197868140265728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113197868140265728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113197868140265728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113197868140265728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-started-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113163849190865056</id><published>2005-11-10T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out of kindness.. i just wanted to tell him what he had missed during lesson. he just treated me like nothing. it wasnt the "thanks" i was hoping for. It wasnt the "compliments" i wanted to hear. just thought that the stuff was important and he needs to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didnt expect such response from him. ouch.. it hurts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113163849190865056?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113163849190865056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113163849190865056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113163849190865056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113163849190865056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/out-of-kindness.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113145891346943216</id><published>2005-11-08T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School starts. really tired. tons of projects on pending. of all.. the most important,.. my major project.. the handicapped mover. just dun feel like doing any of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. i am doing a research on treadmill vs track running. anyone has got experience on this pls feel free to msg me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was working in the clinic juz now. well... didnt know that diet pills are literally poison. a lady came with a swollen tyroid and enlarged liver. reason being eating xando. and reductil the appeitte suppressant can cauz heart attack in the long run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for fri to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113145891346943216?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113145891346943216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113145891346943216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113145891346943216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113145891346943216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113112178261918414</id><published>2005-11-04T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought i hv put it away. i thought i would nv remember it again. today i past by the prata shop. i didnt know it was so near my church. i was scared to see that person in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113112178261918414?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113112178261918414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113112178261918414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113112178261918414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113112178261918414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-thought-i-hv-put-it-away.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113086412999665579</id><published>2005-11-01T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:39.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody. anybody. please console me. I've lost my 15th bike today. sob... sob... don think i feel sad.. numb... maybe... but feeling a little heartache. I've chained my bike... but it is still lost.. sadness sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113086412999665579?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113086412999665579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113086412999665579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113086412999665579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113086412999665579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/11/somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113066944345057121</id><published>2005-10-30T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pray you'll be our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And watch us where we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And help us to be wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In times when we don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As we go our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lead us to a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Guide us with your Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To a place where we'll be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;La luce che tu dai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pray we'll find your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nel cuore restera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And hold it in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A ricordarci che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When stars go out each night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;L'eterna stella sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nella mia preghiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Quanta fede c'e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When shadows fill our day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lead us to a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Guide us with your grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Give us faith so we'll be safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Simbolo di pace e di fraternita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;La forza che ci dai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We ask that life be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E'il desiderio che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And watch us from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ognuno trovi amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We hope each soul will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Intorno e dentro a se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Another soul to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Just like every child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Just like every child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Needs to find a place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Guide us with your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Give us faith so we'll be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E la fede che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hai acceso in noiSento che ci salvera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Prayer"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Josh Groban and Charlotte Church"&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/10985719-113066944345057121?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113066944345057121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113066944345057121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113066944345057121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113066944345057121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-pray-youll-be-our-eyesand-watch-us.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-113043293153447862</id><published>2005-10-27T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chalets..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As usual.. with the usual gang.. we had the last minute chalet again. Basically, people stayin in pasir ris show zero enthu in chalets. Or rather, whenever they are bored, they will just walk over and say "excuse me.. u do have promotion for 3D2N right?? One room please." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One set of clothes, DVD player, 4 bottles of 1.5litre of water, a few packs of biscuits, a jacket, tons of DVD +VCDs, a trishaw, a charger. nth else. We totally live in the chalet for 3D2N. The only time we stepped out of the room is only during meal times. Even though some meals we ordered delivery. Total slacking mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Actually, we meet up every week, either a fri to sat, or a sat to sun, to slack overnight in airport or 24 hrs coffee shop. However, it seems not quite enuf. We had a chalet, just to be together. Just to stay together. Just to slack together. And more to come. A 3D2N is still not enuf. Tonning at somebody else's house even cross our mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Too bored at the chalet. We came out of a few very interesting game. New invention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1)Mix a deck of poker cards on a flat surface. Shuffle them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2)Each player will randomly choose a card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3)They have to place the card on their forehead, so that the player cannot see he/her own card but can see other people's card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4)Whoever gets the largest card can whack the player with the smallest card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5)Whoever gets a joker will be bashed up by all the players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This game can kill. Whack till drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The game of UNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wait till everyone is super hungry and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Play the game of UNO as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lets say there are 9 players altogether. Cook 8 cup noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whoever wins gets to eat one cup of noodles. The ultimate loser will go on hunger for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This punishment is a killer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Next punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Play the game of UNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whoever is the ultimate loser will sleep on the floor directly below the aircon with blankets and jackets confiscated. And the aircon must be 18 degrees with high fan speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;That's what happen in my chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;After the chalet.. everybody lose a few pounds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And if you are truly bored... play the scenario game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Actually I am so very blessed to have such close and nice and.. i dunno.. words just cant put it right. They are soo dear to me. You see... It's like you know you have a group of very nice friend always by your side. I think I have fallen in love with all of them. The labelled as "The usual gang". The "Usual nine friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a letter from the Singapore Police Force. They asked me to go to a police headquarters this coming monday. I think it is about a career as a police officer.They are goin to take a 2 hr psychometric test and some physical checks.Wondering if I shd go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-113043293153447862?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113043293153447862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=113043293153447862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113043293153447862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/113043293153447862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/10/chalets.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112947349583856422</id><published>2005-10-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is from Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny&lt;br /&gt;This fella called 999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hello police ah? I need to talk to the defence ministry.. It's regarding national security... I'm supposed to meet LKY later you know??? Ah no I can't tell the police what it is about... Sorry Ah... Okay Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it doesnt happen to daniel's division. If not, I wonder how he is gonna take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112947349583856422?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112947349583856422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112947349583856422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112947349583856422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112947349583856422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-from-daniel.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112947323568172888</id><published>2005-10-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112947323568172888?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112947323568172888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112947323568172888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112947323568172888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112947323568172888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112909798534530682</id><published>2005-10-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PROJECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;KILLER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Woke up. Its been quite some time since I worry about my project. I've been giving myself a period of grace, putting projects behind my mind. Giving myself an off for a month. Today, just this morning, I've realised that I have only 3 weeks to submit my project. And I began to panic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Components requisition, dimension, soldering, patching, eagles programme, bluetooth, it's all not done. HELP!!!! Anbody study triple E??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess all the eyebags, depression, biting of lips is all coming back to me. Guess the only motivation to help me move on with my project happily is only this one thing "Ohh.. I can help handicapped move their limps. Think and my hands move."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Happy birthday Desmond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112909798534530682?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112909798534530682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112909798534530682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112909798534530682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112909798534530682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/10/projectkiller-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112869676147785328</id><published>2005-10-07T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;AUNTIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EUNICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Hei!! Finally your nephew is out!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;And.... I became auntie.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have a few nieces and nephews. Some even older than me. It seems weird to some pple when they called me auntie Eunice. Well... that's the thing when u are the youngest cousin in your generation. Those "older than me nephews" used to pay respect to pple who has higher status than them in the family... eg &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ME!!!&lt;/span&gt; This cousin of mine is the closest one. This new born one. yap.. tomorow need to meet him in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auntie.... let me see.. Do i have more winkles than b4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Better go put my mask now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112869676147785328?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112869676147785328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112869676147785328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112869676147785328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112869676147785328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/10/auntie-eunice-hei-finally-your-nephew.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112831194117980095</id><published>2005-10-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom is back from Japan. Finally. She bought back lots of funny things that can be found in Singapore. Ha ha.. like.. dried scallop, grapes, dried shrimps. Ohh.. and lots of biscuits and sweets. Goodness. Dun she knows I am allergic to sweets? I've tasted the Japan grapes. I have never tasted such big grapes before!! Its... ENORMOUS!! It taste like...wine. wine in grapes. ya.. I think I've got a little tipsy before I go to bed. Thanks to the grapes. Got drunk due to the grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Christmas. Everybody, regradless old or young, is preparing for Christmas Day in Church. The music day on 25dec. The Youth Day on 23dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mass killing in Bali. I intended to go there for my holidays at first. Thank God the trip was cancelled. It was not long ago when the first bomb hit mariott hotel in Bali. It hit Kuta beach that day. I started to recall the Kuta beach and the row of restaurants beside it. It was certainly a beautiful place with dishonest hawkers. I remembered by dad arguing with the hawkers about the fake weighing machine. Trying to bluff everybody in the world that a 1kg crab is 4kg and charge everything by weight. The terrorists might get cheated by the hawkers and decided to bomb the restaurant down. So many lifes were taken by the 3 deadly bombs hit bali. The losers trying to kill all foreigners and some muslims were victimed too. Well.. Thinking of this, Singapore is a relatively safe place to be in. Except..........handphone crimes............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112831194117980095?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112831194117980095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112831194117980095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112831194117980095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112831194117980095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-mom-is-back-from-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112792908449833352</id><published>2005-09-28T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:38.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planet Fitness again. Shagged once more. There's a new teacher today. She's a little.... self indulge. u know. tryin to be sexy. OH GOSH!!! how come the teachers there are bit funny. First is the porn gay n this act sexy lady. "oh.. arh...come on baby. pump out your breast. shake it.. arh.. come on... sway your butt. turn! feel it! close your eyes" COME ON!! Its getting more fun day by day. lookin at the teachers going crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, its some midnite movie. I watched "night watch" amanda thought its abt angels!! ha haha..its just the opposite. The movie is neither nice nor not nice. it just nicely sits in between. a little of graphic. n cartoons. plus.. a lot of grossness n bloodyness. or rather.. very bloody. i was late for the movie n i do not have the tickets with me. its with amanda. so i just simply ran into the cinema.. the ticket person plus everybody there didnt even give a shit about checking my tickets. they just bo chap. makes me think of workin in gv. the job looks simple. i do not wish to hv any complicated job as this vacation might be the last vacation of my lifetime. gonna get into the working life soon. however, its shit pay. $3 to $4 per hr. cheap labour. maybe i shall consider workin in downtown the restaurant. restaurant work will usually burn off my weekends. Weekends!! Sat is church day. Sun is family day. I just dun wanna burn them off with work. Lets not work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112792908449833352?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112792908449833352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112792908449833352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112792908449833352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112792908449833352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/planet-fitness-again.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112775969842689515</id><published>2005-09-26T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard the new song? Do you love saxaphone? Moon river. Sang by Audrey Hepburn in 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Moon River, wider than a mile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm crossing you in style some day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wherever you're going I'm going your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Two drifters off to see the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There's such a lot of world to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We're after the same rainbow's end-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Moon River and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lyrics by Johnny Mercer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Music composed by Henry Mancini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henri Mancini's "Moon River" won the Academy Award in dunno wad year for Best Original Song. Should be 1960+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like watching the show 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. Well this song I got it from "Lovers in Paris". This is a romantic song. Don't you guys think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112775969842689515?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112775969842689515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112775969842689515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112775969842689515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112775969842689515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/heard-new-song-do-you-love-saxaphone.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112766844745582498</id><published>2005-09-25T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CRIME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;DOESNT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MEAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;CRIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very memorial sunday. a sad memory i would say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I WAS PICKED-POCKET/ROB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wa!!!!! SOCIAL HAZARD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ACTUALLY, IT IS ME AND AMANDA WAS ROBBED!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;actually i didnt lost much. BUT!!!!!! its still hard saved money!!! i've lost $30 ( i thought it was $40 initially. then i recalled giving $11 to amanda. AND SHE LOST IT.) and my very nice and cool handphone that cannot receive calls and cannot call out and the 2, 0, 6, #, * in the keypads are spoilt. Amanda lost just $50. She was now in a delima. Dunno what is that stealer doing during his CME classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel pity on us and decided to treat us for dinner in cartel. or rather... feeling guilty that his police force is not ensuring safe and security in singapore. ha ha ha.. to keep myself cool and calm, i drank the dunno wad tea which brings smoothing and calmin effect to the body. Some drank Hazel twist. Dunno how much dan spend on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun talk abt tt zj. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;NOT A SINGLE WORD OF CONSOLE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; freaker!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112766844745582498?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112766844745582498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112766844745582498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112766844745582498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112766844745582498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/low-crime-doesnt-mean-no-crime-today.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112757354710161376</id><published>2005-09-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pray, for I am nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pray, for I clearly know I need to seek Your will as it's shown to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pray, for I am searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pray, for Your love is what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On my knees, through the valleys, You walk with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Some things I only wanna let You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'cause no one loves me like You, my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Through tears of pain may fall out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You're with me I have no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As day breaks Lord I wanna cry to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'cause You so love me, You'll pull me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The strength that I need I receive every morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Your grace is all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelvin Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112757354710161376?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112737437678936281</id><published>2005-09-22T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CUTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;FROM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;GOD'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God's own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1 Peter 2:9)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112737437678936281?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112737437678936281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112737437678936281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112737437678936281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112737437678936281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-cuts-from-gods-team-you-are-chosen.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112735875449785032</id><published>2005-09-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHAGGED&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; Total shagged! cramps n aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for gym and dance aerobics class yesterday. Gym in there for 6 hrs. I was wondering if my muscles tear. Not to mention about the dance aerobics. It so tiring and .... the dance teacher is digusting. He is super fit! however, he doesnt flow out the fitness in him, but instead, he shows a lot of sex appeal! ha ha ha.. not those sexy ones, but the XXX ones.. he has got those sexy sounds coming out of his mouth. arh!!...and his butt is very obedient. he has got 2 suits. one the super short (shorter than jeremy tan) and the long white tight trackpants which can see his tongs inside and his dick shaking from side to side whenever he moves. Worse, he dick is slunted to the side. He thought us how to apply SK2! he uses SK2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he thought us how to dance the "lose my breathe" it is like "YOUQI!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112735875449785032?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112735875449785032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112735875449785032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112735875449785032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112735875449785032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/planet-fitness-shagged-total-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112706026930515895</id><published>2005-09-18T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;went to celebrate eileen's birthday at some traditional korean restaurant. its nice to see all of my friends back together again. it nice to be with them in a small cosy room. after the dinner,... obviously we have no place to go. n ended up toning at my house again. we have been busy with all sorts of thngs. unlike the sec sch days that we used to have. it was tough that time, however, we seemed happier. when those days are gone.. its gone. and it will be kept in the photo album of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;went to moe adventure camp just now for a bbq. well.. the journey isnt short. its at upper bukit timah rd. its nice to see them all again. thinkin the fact that i've not been running camp for quite some time.. plainin due to the FYP. saw zhe bin today. he's always been my good buddy in camp. its strange sometimes. we ran juz one camp together n tt camp is like a single day camp. n we got close n buddied. haha.. is there a word like tt? anywayz.. i realise i missed him n miss runnin camp together. we promised to go for diving instructor course together after his eye surgery. ya.. tt's like next year. anyways tt good la. i can pay for my trip myself already. he's goin to australia for the air force thingy.. i guess i will miss him. shiyun is an singapore ger now. she claimed to be lonely n sad in tt job. pple are being a big bully to her. han siong is now a trainee pilot. he was like saying how terrible the pay is to be like a trainee pilot. its basically shit pay. or slavery la.. u can say. he gave me another new aspiration. why cant i be a pilot? he said there are no female pilot in SIA. but there are a handful in silkair. hahaha... that's day dreaming. Jun qiang is another irritating guy her went into the mature commercial world already. he isnt mature can? he juz taught my a new way of hitting pple n will make the person feel numb.. haha... Jihad failed his diploma n was trying to make up for all his lessons. he said he's now in deep shit la.There are new instructors recuited into our team. they looks so young. i cant figure out tt i was at their age when i ran camps. there are many things happening.. updatin all the things in EOA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112706026930515895?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112706026930515895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112706026930515895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112706026930515895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112706026930515895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/edu-outdoor-activites-gathering-went.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112685832439353196</id><published>2005-09-16T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't Take Common Sickness Too Lightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the clinic yesterday. I came across a patient who pass away yesterday. She was a nice lady at her middle age, died of diahorrea. wa.. i thought it's just some very common sickness. However, she ended up dehydration and pass away after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengue fever has becoming more common as the days goes by. Actually dengue fever is not as serious when it comes to a baby who got that. I've attended to a patient who has got dengue fever and she is still less than a year old. It's consider very serious. The pest controller people come to my house so often that I cant take it anymore. I think we will slowly be friends if this situation carries on. I wonder how yuan zhang survive with the increasing insecticides in the air.. hahaha.. Of course those pest controller didnt really find any stagnent water in my house. So they are happy to leave some goody bags for us.. well.. the so called goody bags contained piles n stacks of Pamphlets regarding mosqitoes breeding n dengue fever. Well.. my grandma isnt that lucky. Those pest controller found 4 pupa in her house back garden. She's got fined $200 for that 4 small little stuff.. Anywayz.. it's impossible for my grandma not to have stagnent water in her house. Her house is like so freaky big with the huge garden around her house. How to keep a 10 000 sq feet house with no stagnent water?? i think is very difficult. she said next time she will let the dogs out to chase those pest controller away.. ha haha.. she's got 3 dogs. enuf to kill them. oh.. and 12 chickens. enuf to make the pest controller crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112685832439353196?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112685832439353196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112685832439353196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112685832439353196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112685832439353196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-take-common-sickness-too-lightly.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112685682562954806</id><published>2005-09-16T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do you remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;With childhood fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, I'm all grown up now&lt;br /&gt;And still need help somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm not a child&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still can dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;My grown up christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Not for myself&lt;br /&gt;But for a world in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;and wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up christmas list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;As children we believed&lt;br /&gt;The grandest sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Was something lovely&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped beneath our tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Well heaven only knows&lt;br /&gt;That packages and bows&lt;br /&gt;Can never heal&lt;br /&gt;A hurting human soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What is this illusion called the innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And right would always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And love would never end, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is my grown up christmas list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Foster/Linda Thompson Jenner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sang by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112685682562954806?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112685682562954806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112685682562954806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112685682562954806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112685682562954806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-grown-up-christmas-list-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112680741295517647</id><published>2005-09-15T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When in Doubt, Read the Owner's Manual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight (Proverbs 3:5,6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112680741295517647?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112680741295517647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112680741295517647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112680741295517647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112680741295517647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-in-doubt-read-owners-manual-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112680671202824454</id><published>2005-09-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:37.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 2pm today. A strong sense of guilt rush into my mind from the point i opened my eyes for the day. I lied to my dad yesterday night. On top of that, I didnt really enjoy myself yesterday on the party. Most probably guilt-stricken by the lie. Or I didnt like that type of party at all. I know I shouldnt go to that place. It's eileen's birthday. That's why I went. Hence, the first thing I did when I woke up when to read the book on "REALITY CHECK: Winning the mind game" It's a nice book my mom got it for me. It's like by my bedside for quite some time and now I've decided to touch on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Elias' news are breaking?? &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;BREAKING &lt;/span&gt;news to share!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in Chinablack.......&lt;br /&gt;Amanda was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Then SUDDENLY... a man came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The man:&lt;/span&gt; Hi.. Can we be friends? My name is wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Amanda:&lt;/span&gt; Oh!! My name is two. (Typically a maths student who thinks about numbers all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The man:&lt;/span&gt; Then start hugging amanda n trying to dirty dance with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Amanda:&lt;/span&gt; (push him away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The man:&lt;/span&gt; (starts shaking everybody's hands and say...) nice to meet u. my name is wan. (then he did the three way hand shake to amanda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile...~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me andrew n daniel were giggling at a distant corner..... ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112680671202824454?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112680671202824454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112680671202824454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112680671202824454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112680671202824454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/woke-up-at-2pm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112667885144171657</id><published>2005-09-13T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i saw YingHui's dad on bus 3. He's the driver on tt bus. I think when he saw me, his memories on his son came back.&lt;br /&gt;"He should be at your age now if he is still around"&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of him came into my mind. The times when he brought egg McMuffin for me for breakfast. When we celebrate National day n dance on the parade sq. When he was the president of choir. When he was the chairman for E2. When he broke his leg during soccer. When he challenge with other boys on a Coke Challenge. When we went perth together n he got froze. and when my class went to hospital to visit him. and when my class prepare the powerpoint presentation for him........&lt;br /&gt;Life n death. It's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, everyone is going to celebrate eileen's birthday. Coral Alumni. hahaha.. even the not so close ones. Eileen tried to contact Daniel on the outing. But he didnt reply. hence, me des n eileen were discussing on tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt; I tried to contact daniel but he didnt reply all my msg. how ar.. how to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uniz:&lt;/span&gt; ohh.. did u tell him the guys are goin. he said he will go onli if the guys are goin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt; So troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Des:&lt;/span&gt; He shy wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uniz:&lt;/span&gt; I know wad! U call 999. He will sure reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Des:&lt;/span&gt; Let's say Daniel Lim is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uniz:&lt;/span&gt; ok. He will then see his name appear on the computer. and he confirm reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha... if u dunno who daniel is n wad job is he doin... well basically, he is a police whose job is to screen at 999 calls on the computer screen n see if its impt or not. or is it stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, Dr ma gave me some mooncakes. a weird one. Orange skin mooncake. Pearl seseame mooncake, Shanghai something mooncake. Wa.. the orange skin mooncake tasted like.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTT TO THE UNBEARABLE.&lt;/span&gt; the pearl seseame mooncake is nice. very nice i would say.but there's one thing abt being a doctor. she treat us the mooncakes.. with.. the amount of calories, vitamins, ingredients used n whatsoever attached to it. doctors juz think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys love to go around looking for gers for their number. I usually label them as the despo. I juz met one n this is wad happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Despo:&lt;/span&gt; Can we be friends n talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uniz:&lt;/span&gt; Ohh... I would love to. But I dun have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Despo:&lt;/span&gt; It wun take long. Why dun u give me your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uniz:&lt;/span&gt; I am realli in a rush. I need to get home to breast feed my children at home before they starts crying. So sorryy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Despo:&lt;/span&gt; *STUNNED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uniz:&lt;/span&gt; So.. see ya around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. let's blog till here. I've got exam later in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112667885144171657?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112667885144171657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112667885144171657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112667885144171657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112667885144171657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday-i-saw-yinghuis-dad-on-bus-3.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112658324062536245</id><published>2005-09-12T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday.. I try to make some mooncakes.. well.... initially... the first batch of flour turn out to be... not so nice. I forgot to add the shortening. ha ha ha ha ha.... after dan's mom came home... it seems like everything is getting cool n goood. it tasted overall... very nice!!! hah ha. on top of that.. me amanda n eileen make some mushroom dinner. how nice. we've got 4 dishes. fried egg or omelette u call that.. cabbage with carrots n mushrooms with chilli paddi.. ha ha ha... than 4 mushroom dish. then the salty beancurd. we threw away... a lot. sinful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112658324062536245?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112658324062536245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112658324062536245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112658324062536245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112658324062536245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112649677967297916</id><published>2005-09-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mornin! ohh.. I've wrote abt the US100 korea trip right. Plenty of my frens including me of course is dying to find out more. Hence, I went to email that woman. then.... the US100 is inclusive of.....guide fee and rental bus fee ONLY!!!!! u all muz see the poster in my sch man.. Super misleading. Hence, we have to add the s$543(including TAX) for the plane ticket. Which is consider very cheap for a korea plane ticket. And plus s$250 for the accomodation. add up altogether is S$1000. How nice. How misleading posters can be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112649677967297916?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112649677967297916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112649677967297916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112649677967297916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112649677967297916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/mornin-ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112614670349710102</id><published>2005-09-07T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holz</title><content type='html'>Holz begins this week. but i am feelin so bored. accounts exam is tomorrow n i dun feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n hei!!! i saw a notice hanging on my sch's noticeboard. IT SAYS................... KOREA 7D5N FOR US100!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dunno how to belive it. come on.. an korean air tix is worth more than that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112614670349710102?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112614670349710102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112614670349710102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112614670349710102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112614670349710102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/holz.html' title='Holz'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112559108280902427</id><published>2005-09-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNO!!!</title><content type='html'>UNO!!!! these few days.... though plenty of reports and log books to rush... our lovly course mates still manage to enjoy life. well... a notice is posted in our CU. it says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02168.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... it stated clearly that the challenge will only commence at 4pm starp... some kiasu bugger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is already sittin at the sit at 2.30pm. The above picture is taken at time 1430hr. they are being so kiasu, afraid tt pple might snatch their royal lucky sit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4pm!!! THE UNO CHALLENGE BEGINS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some evidences showing the hardworking bioengineers fighting against each other for the royal title "THE ULTIMATE UNO CHALLENGER". in some simpler terms, enlighten by the tp ah chao, is called dog eat dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... during the game, some scary things happened. MR MICHAEL KOH, or mystery course manager, rumoured to come to our CU for a visit. the spy is DR RAVI. of course... as a very ultimate super sonic efficient bioengineers, all of us cleared the scene with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt;, i repeat, ZERO traces of game playin. the chairs are nicely placed. the tables are cleared of cards, instead, reports and research books are on the tables. everyboby is on their own sits. of course, the noticeboard with the notice u see above is gone too... nicely hiding under someone else' CPU. i wonder wad will be on tomorrow???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112559108280902427?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112559108280902427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112559108280902427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112559108280902427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112559108280902427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/09/uno.html' title='UNO!!!'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112541106429228123</id><published>2005-08-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DARLING BROTHER JUZ DELETED MY SIMS 2!! MAKE SURE I DUN GET TO SEE HIM NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112541106429228123?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112541106429228123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112541106429228123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112541106429228123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112541106429228123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-darling-brother-juz-deleted-my-sims.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112541004514821352</id><published>2005-08-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIMS FEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody in my sch is playing the sims 2. whahahahahahahahahha... PR2 is finally over. well... everybody got fired.. freaky fired by Mr Hippo. The questions he asked is like... well... hahaha... madnes.. we've nv thought of it in my lifetime. juz for some stress reliever. ming li brought the sims 2 to cheer everybody up. well indeed. everyone, queue up to hook on her com. creating themselves in a family. i was in the queue too... wanting to create the Xu YUAN ZHANG n family but, the queue seems too long. I shall jump queue tomorrow. hog onto her com. but one thing.. everybody in my course has a status in the pleasentview town in the game. n more to come... everybody in millionaire without work!!!! n everybody lives in a castel!! wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how wonderful to have cheat codes in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112541004514821352?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112541004514821352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112541004514821352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112541004514821352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112541004514821352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/sims-fever-everybody-in-my-sch-is.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112532495181342750</id><published>2005-08-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE LOST MY BIKE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS MY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14TH&lt;/span&gt; BIKE LOST!!!! wa wa... 14th!! cannot believe it. who can beat my record man. NOONE!!!!! i got so use to it till i dun realli feel sad. No wonder I saw a shop in central selling old used bike at high price. I got it now. Old and lousy bike will not be stolen n can use for quite some time. New n nice bike cant last for a week. No wonder Pasir ris has the top bike thief in singapore. I am the VICTIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112532495181342750?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112532495181342750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112532495181342750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112532495181342750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112532495181342750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-lost-my-bike-again-this-is-my-14th.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112496123310381919</id><published>2005-08-25T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:36.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>songs for his sunday worship&lt;br /&gt;hymn 4 22 432 259&lt;br /&gt;worship 15 n 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my blog is getting more tense up.i think is my fault to tell pple my point of view. nv will i say out how i think of conflicts again.  hence let's talk abt more relax stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By popular demand, TP Co-op is organising another sale of IT and digital products on Thu and Fri (25 and 26 Aug from 11am to 5pm). MP3 players, thumb drives, harddisks, Bluetooth headsets and memory cards etc at very attractive prices are up for grab. Anybody who wants to get some IT gadgets??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/karadora24082005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112496123310381919?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112496123310381919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112496123310381919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112496123310381919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112496123310381919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/songs-for-his-sunday-worship-hymn-4-22.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112494481943603145</id><published>2005-08-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:35.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.. eating my cherry tomatos now.. whaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112494481943603145?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112494481943603145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112494481943603145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112494481943603145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112494481943603145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112472334856359740</id><published>2005-08-22T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:35.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change blogskin</title><content type='html'>decided to change a blogskin as nobody likes the electronic trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112472334856359740?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112472334856359740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112472334856359740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112472334856359740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112472334856359740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/change-blogskin.html' title='Change blogskin'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112471931963117798</id><published>2005-08-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:35.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh... I've got a music maker software. Well.. I juz got it yesterday in Challenger which cost me a hundred bucks. Its cool. It makes music to a cd standard. Oh man.. I can actually make my own songs using that. Its rather cool but is a little complicated. Need some time to figure out the whole thing. Ohh.. forgot. Des says he wanna borrow the software from me. He wants to make his songs and let the whole world suffer in his hands. hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sunday there's some little disagreement between some people, some friends. I believed I am directly or indirectly involved. Truly and sincerely, I really wish to speak out, right from the bottom of my heart. But it might hurt a little. Hurt myself and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun get it when some people are being so negative abt life. How negative?? What if all those things were stolen? What if I went missing? How come I failed? How come this... How come that... Is it possible to remove the SELF in a person in order for one to be selfless? Or maybe an Ego with a capital E. We learned talk about sharing and caring, forgive and forget, love one another as much as you love yourself, love are enemy, love your brothers and sisters, how much actually gets it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sat, we drew some pics with a little words on a whiteboard out of fun and laughter. It cause one of my frens to be angry. Up to today, I still dun understand why he became angry. Well... he maligned my another fren for insulting him. The other guy stormed off in anger and threw some things. This is bad. It cause more people to be angry. What do I see in this incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see disappointment in my heart. Do not hold grudges till sunset. How short and sweet this phrase is. But it is easier said than done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112471931963117798?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112471931963117798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112471931963117798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112471931963117798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112471931963117798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112434580633953105</id><published>2005-08-17T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:35.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are trees electronic??</title><content type='html'>I wasnt in my right kinda mind when i change this skin. Presentation is coming. All the teachers want is a working prototype of my project. A WORKING PROTOTYPE!!! How easier said than done. A working EEG, EMG and power supply. GREAT!!! HOW GREAT!! Hence, I've worked on the eagals program currently doing the power supply. I thought it was easy. But the dimension kills me. Counting all the dimensions of the components to its exact is making someone mad. Seeing the PCB day and night make me gone crazy. So crazy that I changed my blogskin to smth electronics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112434580633953105?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112434580633953105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112434580633953105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112434580633953105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112434580633953105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/are-trees-electronic_17.html' title='Are trees electronic??'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112434538988833789</id><published>2005-08-17T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:35.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are trees electronic??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112434538988833789?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112434538988833789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112434538988833789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112434538988833789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112434538988833789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/are-trees-electronic.html' title='Are trees electronic??'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112418825085049198</id><published>2005-08-16T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:35.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick. and a funny one. I was feeling bad. Slight cough with terrible sore throat. That's not all. I felt out of breath.I do not have asthma. I realise I was panting while eating the sakae sushi. And everything in my eyes are lagging. Lag by a few seconds. I thought I am going to die in the sushi restaurant. I excused myself to the toilet. Well... I barely can walk to the toilet. I was juz outside the restaurant and felt terrible. Doc says my BP is very low. Glucose level very low. hmm... as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to danial's house to make dinner. the toufu balls, stir fried mix mushrooms, mushroom soup and lagsana. It taste perfect!! However, good food but I dun have the appitite for good food. Felt my heart is gonna pump out of my chest anytime. Then I had my medicine. Its like so strong. I fell asleep once I ate the medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112418825085049198?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112418825085049198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112418825085049198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112418825085049198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112418825085049198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112377375165271825</id><published>2005-08-11T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I started to think what I really wanna to be, what's my ambition, what my future going to be. Bioengineer? Nope. cross. I wanted to be an accountant, a police, an actress. I know I have to choose only one among them. I wanted to be an accountant because I wanna catch people who steal company's money. Or I can be an audit. to check up on every company's accounts. I thought of being a police because I want a life more interesting rather than sitting in an office doing paper work. Everybody knows I cant stay in a place for long. It's simply too boring. I thought of being an actress because I want a life more extraordinary. Anyway, I love acting. I really like to act. I wish I can be a drama queen. But being an actress is really difficult. How to get into the drama circle is already a question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... My mom just pass me a list of universities. The Top 200 Universities In the World. Singapore NUS  is in the 18th position. WOW!! that's quite good you know.well mdm latha's university, the Indian Institute of technology is in the 41th position. NTU is in the 50th place.  Maybe I shall consider going overseas. If the overseas uni reject me, then I shall go for star search. haha.. Be a teenage drama queen. If cannot get in then go for spf. worse come to the worse................................................................................ bioengineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of my family fren pass away. She had cancer. Breast cancer. She refuse to go for operation. Even during her early stage of cancer. She said that she heard from on chinese doctor if she eats healthily and detox her body all the time, the cancer cells will slowly disappear. Well... actually tht tumour turn smaller, but then.... not long after.. which is now.. she pass away. hm... how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR2 is just around the corner. I am rushing the projects lke nobody business. Stay back. Burn midnight oil.  And all sorts of torture. "The prototype MUST BE OUT". That's the command given by Chua Kheng Swee. My prototype is like in a bloody mess. the soldering iron is making me headache. It smells and is toxic. It almost cause my life. Capacitors solder on wrong polarity. Soldering iron flow to other tracks. Copper tracks came off. EEG eagles not out yet. OHHHHHHH................. ALL THESE PROBLEMS IS LIKE BURSTING MY HEAD. wanna kill myself already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112377375165271825?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112377375165271825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112377375165271825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112377375165271825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112377375165271825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-i-started-to-think-what-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112368930090696816</id><published>2005-08-10T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!</title><content type='html'>National day. Oh man.. Very happy cauz there's holiday!!! I went for the carnival in tampines. Its like super crowded there and its so warm. Thinking abt the weather, let me see... how come there no bad weather on national day, 9 of august, every year, without fail? ya huh... have anyone experience bad weather on national day?? like no eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WAD FREN. I've sign up with the police force today. goodness.. I am going to be a police women?? crazy!! but i am still considering. at least b4 i sign the bond with spf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112368930090696816?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112368930090696816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112368930090696816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112368930090696816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112368930090696816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112346966820477230</id><published>2005-08-07T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP</title><content type='html'>FOP in indoor stadium Its a once in a year thing. Last time its call FOC. Being a singaporean, I practice the spirit of one. Kiasuism. The FOP starts at 7.30pm. I was there at 4.30pm. to queue obviously. When I was there, the queue is already super long. Shows that my singaporean spirit is still not that strong. actually the entire thing is a little disappointment. its not the worship itself that disappoint me. its the people there. the urshers, the participants actually make my heart shattered. the name christians labelled in them didnt show me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am hearing the cross cd now. its a city harvest cd. in the cd itself, its looks like a clone of an hillsong cd. or a copy of it. the singaporean version of darlene(which is ho yeow sun) is shown in every page of the cd booklet. its like a ho yeow sun cd instead of a cd of a church thingy. and the most ridiculous thing is that it HAS A FAMILY PORTIAT IN  THAT CD!!!!! MADNESS!! its so out of point. WHY A FAMILY PICTURE THERE?? ITS TOO PERSONAL FOR A CD LIKE THAT. I thought its about glorifing God instead of putting the family itself as a lime light. somemore, there's a caption there below says "The Kong AND SUN" its a picture of ho yeow sun carrying a baby with kong hee beside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say something nice about them. The songs in cd is much nicer than the hillsongs "God He Reign" cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the FOP is so much packed. 12000 people in one stadium for one session. theres like 4 to 5 sessions. Anyways I've got the new planet shakers cd there. Its nice. Thnking of getting a delirious cd too. well... too much expense for this week. better wait for next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112346966820477230?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112346966820477230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112346966820477230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112346966820477230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112346966820477230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/08/fop.html' title='FOP'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112282862469830461</id><published>2005-07-31T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>Another weekend passed. What happened during this cute weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Sat30/07:&lt;br /&gt;I went for morning breakfast with my family. Weekdays are so busy. Mins after mins, secs after secs. Just take my dad for example. I dun get to see him on weekdays. So weekends to our family are rather precious. We went to defu alne for morning breakfast. Ha ha.. weird eh?? went so far just for a carrot cake. Then I went to church, which is at Yio Chu Kang for a prayer meeting and a sunday worship practice. Thats the first prayer meetin we had. Its quite a successful one. Now I truly understand wad it means when it says "everybody has their own problems". I used to have a msg stand on my desk which read " Relax, God's in charge" Ya.. true. God's in charge.&lt;br /&gt;Then i travelled to boon lay then transfer to jurong east. Supposeingly to go ice skate. Ended up in the K box. Where theres one in tamp. After a fruitful K session, we travelled back. to pasir ris. haha.. lame. an hr journey. then tt sy says changi v sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;trustworthy. Then we took a bus home, back to pasir ris. How lame and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun31/07:&lt;br /&gt;Really bad day. Of no reason I saw a pycho in Raffles MRT. He's definately mad. He followed me all the way to boon lay. Keep asking me questions tt I will never answer. HE'S INSANE. He stalked me!! To avoid him, I took a step away from him, little by little. He insanely kept following me. Honestly, I am afraid. I ended my day with a stalker. How cool is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112282862469830461?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112282862469830461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112282862469830461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112282862469830461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112282862469830461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112265821488513251</id><published>2005-07-29T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends! Days seems to fly. Last weekend seems just pass. I've just got myself some hillsongs cd. The new release "God He Reign". Well.. this cd dun sounds really nice compared to the rest. However, their packaging looks nicer. Ya. Hillsongs are coming down to Singapore Indoor Stadium next weekend. Dunno if I can take the time off to join their Festival of Praise. Its rather crazy. The admission is free. And the concert is hosted by city harvest. So do I ever expect to get a place there?? NO!! City harvest itself is more than the Indoor Stadium capacity. And the letter they wrote "Open to all" Quite funny I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More concerts coming. This weekend there are planet shakers at fort canning park. I intended to see the sonic christian band but the darling admission fee nearly kills me. Its 70 bucks!!! Madness. It planet shakers. Yes!! Planet Shakers!! Not britney spears or celine dion. I never like such music.. You know... Those sonic concert music. I just feel like going once to those concert to feel how uncomfortable I will be. Quite ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I need to get to church really early for some piano stuff. I wonder if Cheryl is okay and not get mad at us. I hope the gift helps. Wish to see her happy again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112265821488513251?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112265821488513251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112265821488513251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112265821488513251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112265821488513251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekends-days-seems-to-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112254261782060014</id><published>2005-07-28T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>26 July:&lt;br /&gt;Geylang outing. Its amanda's birthday. She's a little sad cause we did not buy any cakes for her. Well... I never believe in cakes for birthday. We went round geylang, walkin in search of hookers. Its like a little sua ku. Went for the famous beef kuay tiao and bean curd. The celebration ended short and sweet. Its just that there's no cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics on amanda.. or some idea what amanda looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/13433290516635l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that dog doesnt belongs to her. So is just torturing the dog.&lt;br /&gt;27July:&lt;br /&gt;Danial's birthday. I think he went out with his police friends for a movie. I wanted to celebrate his birthday with him but his simply not free. So I went to his house, camp there, till he came back to sprang him a surprise. Well... his little brother is getting more and more irritating day by day. Joshua learns to talk more like an irritating adult. Ya.. noboby can match the word "irritating" more than him. I've never seen any child as nosy, noisy as him. he almost cause my life. When danial's back home, we hid in his cousin's room, leaving his room lights off, a lited candle and a birthday music. He's touch. By the way he looked. Glad that he like it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's dan and his family. The smallest one is the irritating Joshua. And the not so cool guy is daniel. The more cool one is his father david.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/11759323736550l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112254261782060014?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112254261782060014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112254261782060014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112254261782060014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112254261782060014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/26-july-geylang-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112222483449247044</id><published>2005-07-24T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNICE</title><content type='html'>My birthday juz over.Birthday. Actually it makes me feel just like a normal day in my life. Nothing really happy that makes me feel like BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I ve got many gifts. A bag, some ear rings, one shirt, a web cam, and .. hmm... a pair of wings.. ya.. wings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/DSC02016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. that's the wings.. hahaha... weird right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chalet in coasta sands. In F12. This might be the most tiring birthday I ve ever spend. I've never seen with my own eyes, and didnt believe that too much liquor will make a person show his real self. I didnt know. Till my birthday. I saw my friends, even the most logical ones, fell down and wobble in front of me. I tried to help. No use. Some of them strip. Some of them caress. At that point of time, I feel like killing myself. There's no way to help 5 stupid drunkards. They are totally crazy beyond hope. They soiled the entire room. and even themselve. They slept on their own vomit. Seriously speaking, I was worried about them. That's why I couldnt even wink my eyes the whole night. Staying watch all night isnt that bad. At least with my James Patterson Book with me. Ive not seen my friend that sad. Crying bitterly. For his ex gf. I've not seen anyone as sad. He kept his false front well. His happy go lucky false front cheated everyone right from the beginning. Everyone thought he is logical and happy with his life. Till the time I see his tears flows continously as he yelled and wept when he got drunk. I didnt know his so sad deep in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also got some real shocking news. I realise more inner secrets. They told me while they were drunk. So.. is that call.. invading pivacy? I know I cannot get drunk. I dun wish to either. Actually I prayed after the glass of gin tonic. I prayed that I was not forced to drink the takila shot. So I took a can of tiger instead. Tiger sounds better than takila. At least tiger wun make me drunk that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hungovers of my friends are even crazier. Ha ha... Funny Hungovers. They cant differentiate noodles and rice. cool ar... even i stuff a pile of shit in the mounth they also think is nice. I m not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 July. Granny birthday too. We ate the most horrible restaurant ever in my life. Somewhere in city hall. Its alaka buffet. We ate 40 over dishes. and one 1 dish is nice. I mean edible. Not very nice. Can you imagine how horrible it is? NO YOU CANT!! the service is poor. The food is lousy. The air con is spoiling. The lightings are hot. everything is not right. Its in a hotel in city hall.. beside the funan. Hack the name of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. thanks for celebrating my birthday with me. Its meaningful. Very meaningful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112222483449247044?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112222483449247044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112222483449247044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112222483449247044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112222483449247044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-eunice.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNICE'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112187808241730043</id><published>2005-07-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTURE</title><content type='html'>Think! Think! What's my future be like? Should I go overseas to study? Honestly speaking. I am afraid of lonliness. I am scared to be out in a foreign country alone. I was pondering on wad I wanted myself to be in the future. I thought I dreamt to be a accountant. But after many lessons, I got bored. Maybe its due to no friends in my accounts class.. You see.. all my accounts classmates are AH MA!! Then I realise that I had a second dream. I wanted to be a criminologist. But this seems so far away. This subject didnt really show me any promising future in Singapore. I am unsure about the subject. Ive decided to do more research on that for the week. My mum wanted me to take a double degree. One on accounts and the other is on criminology. WOW!! HOW EXPENSIVE IS THAT!!! I think she say for fun. Its either Canada or Australia for me.  Well..better start planning now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112187808241730043?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112187808241730043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112187808241730043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112187808241730043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112187808241730043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/future.html' title='FUTURE'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112161404139207102</id><published>2005-07-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You've played well today"!!! oh man... i think i m flying!!!! this is madness!!! I've seen him for the weekend. The whole weekend! Actually Ive not seen him for quite some time. hmm... a month about there.. But this weekend ... is really happy for me. Just by talking to him I will feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday, I finally got my ears punched. I sat at 77 street for an hour or so.. screaming, shouting, yelling for help. The lady pin me down, threaten me with her BIG fist, and almost killed me with her ear gun! and there goes my virgin ear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... I've got my fingers injured. This is the second time. Its really painful.. The blood was trapped in my skin. I took a needle and burst the blood bubble out.. Goodness Gracious!! Dr Chandra just have the formula to make my fingers in pain and my arm to ache. Its very tiring to be thought by her... She is so good.. even an slightly out in tune she can feel uneasy about that. He arm power is just there. Just an comment from her my skins, tissues, blood, muscles have to suffer. PIANO. actually can cause oozing of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I went for a head massage course with my mum. That makes my shoulders to ache badly now.. I really dunno wad happened during the faithful lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112161404139207102?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112161404139207102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112161404139207102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112161404139207102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112161404139207102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/youve-played-well-today-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112070661034020527</id><published>2005-07-06T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Person of the day!! dan!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday nite.. i went to meet amanda dan and zj to hv dinner at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/dining_by_the_sea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as usual.. fisherman v. as usual.. amanda cant pronounce pork ribs (pai gu wang) properly which make the waitress laugh. she ordered tremendous amount of food that wanna make us all fat. fisherman v is a really nice place to dine in.. really.. although sometimes it makes me feels so sick of it. The romantic environment there really makes small gathering meaningful. Oh ya.. yesterday, i saw the pic of dan's gf. hmm... by the name of.. cant really remember. he met her while clubbing. dan seems so happy being in the police. seems so exciting catching thief..&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. this is the handsome dan. in his uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/11331911635601l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zj is having his block leave. he's like wasting citizen's income taxes... useless soldier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to town park to play something childish..SWING how fun is that! we also saw a women there crying terribly in tears. wad's up with her.. i was really pondering in my mind. it must have something got to do with BGR. she wanted to kill herself. a suicide! of course. with a caring nature of me, went up to her to speak words of love. she wept in tear " my... m.. my... boy...friend..really... hurts ... me" its a bit muffled." actually... she spoke a whole chunk of words to me but i actually hear NOTHING!! how sad. I pretended to be attentive and comprehensive. then i let out my singaporean nature (k-po) called her bf for her.. its actually i dun wanna see her die in front of me. at least wait till i get home. all i can say.. the bf is rude. dump him la.&lt;br /&gt;let me show you the pic of the town park.. or rather.. all coralites call it the mushroom park. the place where the preson wanna commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/par-loc-pas_ris_tow2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;another nicer pic... which i took from the national park board. the park is honestly not as nice as u see in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/par-loc-pas_ris_tow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover.. that irritating zj say that men are rationale.. at least better then women.. the must be something wrong with the women.. HE IS BEING SEXIST!!! SEX DISCRIMINATION! somemore he added that women is the whole most complex creature every living in the universe. all gers looks cute generous and cheerful.. but in the dark side they&lt;br /&gt;are super petty. WAH!!! I CANT STAND HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v680/unizkhong/1495702461958m1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ladies seen him on the road.. pls feel free to throw stones at him. His a sexiest. I mean the second to the left one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112070661034020527?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112070661034020527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112070661034020527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112070661034020527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112070661034020527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/person-of-day-dan.html' title='Person of the day!! dan!'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-112044278917394673</id><published>2005-07-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>Bad day!! How bad is it?? Forgot to bring matric card. Spotted by carona while eating. Mingli and Yvonne cried due to Sally's problem. Jun Chong felt guilty. Hmm... wow.. how bad is the day going to end?? My Accounts lesson gonna start real soon. I am not going to have any free time. Youth.. according to my darling mum, is the time to spend on studies.. improving myself.. therefore she got me sign up plenty of courses. Well... I am feelings a little exhausted. Sometimes, i was wondering if i am a new zelanders, austrialian, swiss, i might not have such life.. but its not going to be as fulfilling. Well.. hope the the day will end well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-112044278917394673?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/112044278917394673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=112044278917394673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112044278917394673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/112044278917394673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111931891477476419</id><published>2005-06-20T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day!</title><content type='html'>This morning, there's a heavy downpour. A very cool and nice morning to start the day with. My brother came out to me this morn, shivering. Shivering saying he's going to freeze to death. Serve him right to sleep half naked in an air con room on a heavy rainy day. Worst of all, he's got not an inch of fat under his skin. &lt;br /&gt;I wore that bedinton bear raincoat to school. Nice rain coat. Just lacking a pair of yellow boots. Everything seems perfect this morning. Perfect weather, perfect timing to school. BUT THEN!! I forgotten to bring the thumb drive. That thumb like thing contains all the eagles file.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111931891477476419?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111931891477476419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111931891477476419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111931891477476419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111931891477476419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/06/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day!'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111931838025553977</id><published>2005-06-20T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:34.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!</title><content type='html'>EAGLES PROGRAMME is really killing me!!! HELP! the fastest way to get crazy and its the only way! WOW!!! DAMN confusing and irritating and complicated and er... more vobaculary to come.NEEDS ULTRA, FOCUS CONCENTRATION! Come on man.. my hairs are all dropping. &lt;br /&gt;Well.. what is eagles programme?? YOU DUN WANNA KNOW!!! It has got NOTHING got to do with biomed and..... i think i should change the song from mandy moore to "KILLING ME SOFTLY". Eyes bouging out, blood shot eyes, thin fingers(over pressing the mouse) all these are symptoms of over focus on eagles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111931838025553977?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111931838025553977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111931838025553977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111931838025553977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111931838025553977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/06/help.html' title='HELP!!'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111769378364842496</id><published>2005-06-01T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:33.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Day of SIP</title><content type='html'>Looking Forward. Des Yvonne Zam and gang are playing some words game. That's my hatest game of my entire life. Playing with words,, Its like come on man...That's explain why my english so rot bottom poor. Youqi and daphane are in the swimming pool now.. darling.. sip and everyone is enjoying to the core. enjoying the freedom we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111769378364842496?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111769378364842496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111769378364842496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111769378364842496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111769378364842496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/06/fourth-day-of-sip.html' title='Fourth Day of SIP'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111763433927694207</id><published>2005-06-01T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:33.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of SIP</title><content type='html'>Tired! Exhausted! So tired that I'm restless to take a deep breath. So tired that I cannot fall asleep. So tired to even talk to anyone. SIP!! isnt physically torturing me. Instead it does that mentally. What the topic given to me. "Convert a computer CPU size machine to palm size" I am indeed "Livin g in a crazy world" Thats what Corrine May Cd title is. But I wait to see hospitals using my palm size biomedical machine. Wow.. dreaming. Everything in the world is getting smaller.. converting themselves to palmsize, thumbsize. Anyway.. please pray for me. I am afraid I cant withstand the stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111763433927694207?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111763433927694207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111763433927694207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111763433927694207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111763433927694207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/06/3rd-day-of-sip.html' title='3rd day of SIP'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111656240702671726</id><published>2005-05-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:33.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contradition! I mentioned heartbreaking stories are far too sad. But.. guess wad.. i've got myself with another korean drama series. In english, its called "The staircase to heaven". This show is idioticly sad. so i dun recommend this show to all. You might get yourself in a dull mood after watchin tt show. Tt's wad happening to me now. Wow!! I am so sendimental. However, the songs are nice. I mean, all korean drama songs are nice, arent they? haha.. realise a trend. most of the korean drama has got to do with illness. They starting will be good, their ending will be sad. There must be a "xing fu".That's their trend. ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents went missing again. I meant it, again. They always at their same old trick. Gone for holiday again. Without our notice. Wonder when will they be back. Anyway,.. i am going for malaysia tomorrow. just hope that they will not look fantically for me. No, they wont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111656240702671726?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111656240702671726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111656240702671726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111656240702671726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111656240702671726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/05/contradition-i-mentioned-heartbreaking.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111617184985971852</id><published>2005-05-15T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:33.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Dramas</title><content type='html'>Just watched the "lovers in Paris" an romantic Korean drama series.. ROMANTIC.. I've never tasted romance. Or well.. I'm not a romantic person maybe. However, that show is quite a heartbreaker. somehow regretted watching it although it's a nice show. cause that show cause sleepless nights for me.. Kept thinking of those draggy but sad scenes. well.. tell u a secret. actually i dun really get the ending. some irritating ending which I prefer that show to end it my way and not that stupid ending.. I presume the ending shows that the entire drama was just a movie script. Wow.. makes me feel like an idiot believing from the beginning that the 2 main characters actually met. haiz.... Still prefer English movies or hongkong shows. At least its not so heartbreaking. When will I got over that show?? How can people think of such sad stories? their lives must be kinda sad too. Never crossed my mind on such stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111617184985971852?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111617184985971852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111617184985971852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111617184985971852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111617184985971852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/05/korean-dramas_15.html' title='Korean Dramas'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111436093277747268</id><published>2005-04-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday&lt;br /&gt;today i went for a wake. I feel that i should pay more attention on my religion. Death doesnt comes in sequence. It strikes to anybody anytime. Heard fomr someone today.. saying an introvert can be very talkative. makes me ponder wad i am like. i love to talk but i hate talking about my feelings. i would try to avoid, hide, when someone talks to me on myself.well.. maybe i do not like to show my real emotions. when i am sad, i do not wish that my friends are feeling sad for me. that left me crying by my bed all the time. maybe i am too coward to face the situation. i rather be hiding in my room and cry alone then saying out to anybody. well.. maybe i have not found a true friend. so wad am i? an introvert or an extrovert. zeke says i am the extrovert. ya.. maybe i am.. an extrovert to things that doesnt concern me and my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111436093277747268?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111436093277747268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111436093277747268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111436093277747268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111436093277747268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-today-i-went-for-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111157922691121980</id><published>2005-03-23T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:33.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS!!!</title><content type='html'>exams exams exams. i'm like mugging all day long juz to get all the informations into my brain. I just cleared my BNT and CKTCS. oh man. dun mention. i spend like 3 days studying BNT ( which is consider a lot) and i flop during the paper. HOW COULD I FORGET!!??!!?? tomorrow will be another paper. this paper i hv not even scan through the bk. let's drop the subject on exam and studies. It usually make people feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTER DAY!! YEAH!! EGGS!! HAHAHA. however, ester day also means practice and reheasals. We had to complete the probes by fri. i dunno how grace is gonna do it. the tamborine dance is a problem. i always mix up the dance steps. well.. that's a rather tiring dance. that desmond!! remind me that!! irritating guy who rather go to singapore indoor stadium then come to my church. fine!!! friends no more!! i hope he get to see this blog. i wonder do he ever feel guilty of anything b4. he is such a.... gosh!!! no vocab to describe!! every word from his mouth makes me boil!! well... dun talk abt him. if not i'll smash my computer down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in church, i've got an gardian angel. i wonder who that person is. hm... well.. i am also somebody's angel. hope he likes the things i've given him. oh.. last week we celebrated zeke's birthday.. juz a small mini cake 4 him. he complained that the cake we fed him spoil his lunch. hmm... haha... i assumed that he had a great birthday!! he's 20 now... old! can't believe he's 20. time flies. looks like i still remember the times he's still 13. i remembered he studied so much for his chinese 0 levels. then got sick before his a levels. then we went to the retreat camp and started throwing water bombs. b4 i know anything, he went up stage, with a relatively long hair, to sing a song to the congregation. quite touching. next he got into ns and saw him in botak. next, we baptised. now.. he's 20!! really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. i shouldnt be here writing blog!! i shd be studying!! wad am i doin man.. come on eunice.. start studying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111157922691121980?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111157922691121980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111157922691121980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111157922691121980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111157922691121980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/03/exams.html' title='EXAMS!!!'/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10985719.post-111042333152544783</id><published>2005-03-09T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:24:33.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.. its sy birthday a few days back.. We spent a nite at pasir ris park making ourselves dizzy. The playground in that park isnt simple. You will throw up after spinning a few rounds of that... dunno wad it call.. a turner?? I didnt know that all the caterpillas and millipedes woke up in the middle of the nite and roam the entire playground. Wow.. digusting. Imagine the playground are floaded with caterpillas. We had to climb up to the spiderweb or wad u call that "the net thingy" to avoid the caterpillas. We did nothing there.. simply juz watching the stars but I do feel the warmth. Maybe it's a long time since we gather. we chatted on the secondary school days and how happy we were. We complained on how tough, irritating and sucks life is. This gathering really makes me think... how happy and fun sec life is to me. The times we play with chalks and dusters. The times I fight with the boys with the fire hosts when they try to bully me. The times when Qian yu got into asthma and we try to save her. The times we went to perth, genting and malacca. And how yinghui got hypertension. Well.. times flies. Yinghui is not with us already. Sometimes I wonder how is it like in heaven. Wad is Yinghui doin now, there. Is he singing with the angels? or chatting with moses?? haha.. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria School is having its level camp now.Haiz.. i really wanted to go cauz Zhe Bin it there. Go run the camp for the guys. Too bad.. exams is in 2 weeks time. I cant go.  Oh.. did I forgot to introduce Zhe Bin to you?? He's my buddy in running camp. Should say, he is one of my best friend in EOA. Lisa called me, Jihad and Zhe Bin the happy family. haha.. cauz when running camp, we 3 do not have the habit of bathing.. sounds... er... cool!! hahaha. No matter how dirty we are, even when we did water activites in the morning, we still dun bathe. Another reason, we 3 love to canoe and will eat with our hands. I really hope I got the chance to run a camp with juz me ZheBin and Jihad. I think its gonna be FUN!! Meng siong had joined another company. He said our EOA is not as fun as outdoor consultant. Ya.. Outdoor consultant is fun.. but i think they focus too much of fun and neglect the discipline and learning part of the participants. However, EOA stress a lot on safety and learning. Wonder if samual and zeke had contacted lisa or not. I wish they will join the EOA team. It would be nice to see them leading groups to climb mountains and canoeing. Let's hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10985719-111042333152544783?l=unizkhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/feeds/111042333152544783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10985719&amp;postID=111042333152544783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111042333152544783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10985719/posts/default/111042333152544783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unizkhong.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>uniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124652154700268561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
