<?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-3275656069680803820</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:21.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak no Evil</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-8456332447303197738</id><published>2008-11-26T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:38:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cM4aUe4nl7s&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo3AtOPNiYo&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2702808554418100325?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2702808554418100325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2702808554418100325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2702808554418100325'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6609988544257635923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6609988544257635923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2008/11/lame-viagra-commercial.html' title='a lame Viagra commercial'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-4004424897695867170</id><published>2008-11-26T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:13:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd funny ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97ejk5NOrR8&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97ejk5NOrR8&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-4004424897695867170?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/4004424897695867170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=4004424897695867170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7uPE1Ysdd4&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7uPE1Ysdd4&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-8445625257612389193?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/8445625257612389193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=8445625257612389193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8445625257612389193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8445625257612389193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-funny-ad.html' title='2nd funny ad'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-2972448335331519483</id><published>2008-11-26T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:55:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One very cute thai advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yoekVwecXDs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yoekVwecXDs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2972448335331519483?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2972448335331519483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2972448335331519483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2972448335331519483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2972448335331519483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-very-cute-thai-advertisement.html' title='One very cute thai advertisement'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-636549738745395875</id><published>2007-12-30T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:30:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Account for Year 2007</title><content type='html'>Finally, year 2007 is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an eventful year it had been. So much had happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go in our life. We must learn to be wise in choosing our friends. Some treasure friendship, they will want to maintain the friendship forever. These are the people we yearn to meet in life, and I am glad I have a few. Among the many good friends I have, I can't help but mention Abloy. He is not only a very good friend, but most importantly a good brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some who only make use of friendship. They are merely making use of their friends. I have known a few too, but I am glad I am no longer in their company. Why would we need such people to spoil our days. For sure they will find someone who is just like them, may they be happy making use of one another. [Di hate such people too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to study after 2 years of working sure wasn't easy. The boring subjects did not help make it any better. For the effort I have put in, I dare not ask for excellent results. But God has been really kind to me, the results I got has so far been above my expectations. I really thank GOD for his kindness. With only 1 semester to go, I will try to aim for better results. Jia you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope 2008 will be a better year. No, I should say, 2008 is going to be an excellent year for me and for those very close to me. Hooray!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-636549738745395875?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/636549738745395875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=636549738745395875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/636549738745395875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/636549738745395875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/12/closing-account-for-year-2007.html' title='Closing Account for Year 2007'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-6782900698791828462</id><published>2007-12-13T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:50:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not know he can really sing so WELL!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Here is another singer that did Singapore proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is none other than 盲侠－陈伟联.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this performance on SCV last week, till now I can still remember his marvellous singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe, see it for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dctz38AKce0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dctz38AKce0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koaMCEBG8Qc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koaMCEBG8Qc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you touched by his singing??? I was. How come he don't sing as well when he was participating in the "Superstar"???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6782900698791828462?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6782900698791828462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6782900698791828462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6782900698791828462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6782900698791828462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-did-not-know-he-can-really-sing-so.html' title='I did not know he can really sing so WELL!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-4393581914528407700</id><published>2007-12-13T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:41:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a clip of 萧敬腾 singing 曹格's song 背叛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel he sang this song very well. His vocal is so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used this song to PK 杨宗伟 in the 超级星光帮, and he got full marks for his performance, at the same time succeeded in PKing Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKS5x-NWMBs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKS5x-NWMBs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-4393581914528407700?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/4393581914528407700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=4393581914528407700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4393581914528407700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4393581914528407700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-is-clip-of-singing-s-song-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-373014108015837256</id><published>2007-11-26T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:42:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah my exams are over, finally....</title><content type='html'>heres another drama clip to entertain everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:440px; height:330px;" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.wretch.cc/video/embed/vamFjazc3MTIyMS8yMzY3MzY0" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do come back for more videos n post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-373014108015837256?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/373014108015837256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=373014108015837256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/373014108015837256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/373014108015837256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeah-my-exams-are-over-finally.html' title='Yeah my exams are over, finally....'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-6070891548958488732</id><published>2007-11-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:55:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.....</title><content type='html'>Nah... Dun say i never update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a new video for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: Got "lu dian" wor. View at own discretion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:440px; height:352px;" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.wretch.cc/video/embed/vamFjazc3MTIyMS8yMzY2OTY2" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6070891548958488732?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6070891548958488732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6070891548958488732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6070891548958488732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6070891548958488732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy.html' title='Busy.....'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-6489471809901895192</id><published>2007-10-19T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:28:23.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very amazing advertisement</title><content type='html'>First try on posting videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope it works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:440px; height:352px;" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.wretch.cc/video/embed/vamFjazc3MTIyMS8yNjMxMzcw" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's 1 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:440px; height:352px;" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.wretch.cc/video/embed/vamFjazc3MTIyMS8yMzUyNDUz" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6489471809901895192?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6489471809901895192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6489471809901895192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6489471809901895192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6489471809901895192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/10/very-amazing-advertisement.html' title='A very amazing advertisement'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-6178753543785820526</id><published>2007-10-14T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:53:48.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No names to be mention...</title><content type='html'>Wow wow, I really did not think that my simple story of "man, children and dogs" would become a discussion topic in my tag. You children are really smart to understand the hidden meaning in the story even though no names were mentioned. Anyway, your exams are over, congratulations to all of you. Hope that all of you will be glad when you get back your results.&lt;br /&gt;Its now my turn to prepare for my 1 presentation, 2 reports, 1 classroom teaching, 1 survey and 4 exams. Gee, I really hope I can survive this two months.&lt;br /&gt;2 birthdays to look forward to this and next month. Mine is one of it.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely drop by to check my tag board, but new post may take some time. :)&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6178753543785820526?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6178753543785820526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6178753543785820526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6178753543785820526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6178753543785820526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-names-to-be-mention.html' title='No names to be mention...'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-7474949742021368950</id><published>2007-10-05T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:05:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you thinking now?</title><content type='html'>Unexpected... Really din expect anyone to be here in my blog. Not just 1, but here came 2; someone i know, and maybe the other I also know. Sometimes acting anonymous may not really make you that anonymous, especially when you behave in such attention attracting manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy ah, I dare not say my posts are "作品", they are just ordinary post of my humble opinion and experiences. If you enjoy reading it then do drop by occasionally (not often) to view it. Do pin down your views if you have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with you this story ... "The Ungrateful Dogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long time ago, there was a lonely man. He lived in a big house with a big garden. He planted lots of beautiful flowers in his garden. Though the garden was big and beautiful, but it never had any visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a group of children and a few dogs were playing near the man's house. They noticed the big house and big garden, so they decided to go explore it. The man happened to be in the garden doing some work. The kids and dogs thought the man would chase them away, but he did not. He generously welcomed them into his garden. The guest, kids and dogs, were delighted; nobody has ever allowed them to enter their garden. They really like playing there. From that day onwards, the garden was no longer quiet, the man was no longer lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time flies, soon the kids grew up. They found new places to play and some of them left the garden. Initially, the dogs also left. It thought it had found new places to play and those places offered them more food and fun, however, they soon returned to the garden as they realised the man still treated them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was thankful to those kids who stayed and visited him regularly. He thought the returning dogs were loyal to him so he treated them well too. Perhaps dogs are still dogs, some are ungrateful by nature. One day, the dogs bit him. Again, they left the other kids, the garden, and the man. After receiving much care and food from the man, yet the ungrateful dogs denied all the care they had received. The man was sad. The remaining kids were angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the man got over the ungrateful dogs. It was better they left. If he had fed them till they were bigger, the pain they would cause would definitely be bigger. After the dogs left, the garden seem spacious. The remaining guest had more space to play. The man was happy, he was contended and felt grateful to the kids who continued to visit him at his garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, how do you find this story? Do drop me your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-7474949742021368950?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/7474949742021368950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=7474949742021368950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7474949742021368950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7474949742021368950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-are-you-thinking-now.html' title='What are you thinking now?'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-5293980309102658528</id><published>2007-09-27T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:40:48.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you, my friend...</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since I last posted. I never think I would ever post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone will read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the friend I am referring to then??? Myself? Or maybe just anyone who happen to come into this lonely, quiet space in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will be here more often to unload my memories, my experiences, my everything... Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-5293980309102658528?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/5293980309102658528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=5293980309102658528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5293980309102658528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5293980309102658528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-are-you-my-friend.html' title='How are you, my friend...'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-9070595102110291437</id><published>2007-06-01T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:23:20.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all you kind people out there who has been visiting and tagging and blog, I am really grateful for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry, this blog is not dead yet. It is only dormant at the moment; you know, just like the sleeping volcano you studied or is going to study in geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its holiday, so mua (me) also in holiday mood, lazy to post or tag. But believe me, when school reopens (yours, my holiday is until first week of August :p) I would definitely revive this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, do enjoy your holiday, take good care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jeremy, Audrey, Pui Kay, Xin Yi, and many many more for the concern and well wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-9070595102110291437?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/9070595102110291437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=9070595102110291437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/9070595102110291437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/9070595102110291437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-all-you-kind-people-out-there-who.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-1402986249034695677</id><published>2007-05-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:11:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up early again today due to the sudden morning rain. Played maple then. Has been training maple almost everyday. Now level 53 le, dunno will train till when. Really very tired le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming today. Weather was so good. We arrived at Jurong East Sports Complex at around 11.30am. We played table tennis first. Played for 2 hours. While playing, Di said he saw Xien Dong at the pool downstairs. We looked down, indeed that was Xien Dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we entered the pool, we saw Xien Dong coming out with his family. We called him but he was so shy to response to us.  Nevermind lah. We paid for the entrance and went in le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam, we played, we challenged. So so so fun. Di kept climbing onto my back so he was higher than anyone in the water. He was so funny, just beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to IMM "Coffee Club" for dinner. The food was terrible. I accidentally dropped my spoon on the table. It attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant. The waiter immediately came over to our table. "Excuse me sir, hope you are satisfied with our food." I told di(s), the waiter must have thought I dun like their food thats y i threw my spoon. Ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-1402986249034695677?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/1402986249034695677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=1402986249034695677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/1402986249034695677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/1402986249034695677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/05/woke-up-early-again-today-due-to-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-9088964070613027311</id><published>2007-05-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:42:13.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abloy's last day of exam. Hooray!!! Now only left with Qisong who is still having exams. Do not worry brother, I will definitely help you revise for the exam de......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di came to my house this morning after his exam. Before that we had breakfast at JP kopitiam. We bought our food from the western food stall. Food was ok only. We saw yi xuan and friends there too. We ate quickly then came to my house le. What did we do??? Play com lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 12noon Qisong Di called us. He was dismissed early after exam. We had already planned to go watch Spiderman 3. I bought the tickets online, then went JP with Di to meet Qisong Di. We companied Qisong Di as he ate his lunch, then went straight to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show... we feel that it was not as good as we had expected. Too much talking, too little actions. The message that the show had wanted to put across was "Forgive; Forget". I feel that Spidey seems so "lame" in the show. Dancing on the road... stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, though show not good, but company was fun. :) To those who is considering watching the show this weekend, maybe you can postpone it to next week, weekday, because it is cheaper lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-9088964070613027311?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/9088964070613027311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=9088964070613027311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/9088964070613027311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/9088964070613027311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/05/abloys-last-day-of-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-8492540203863036253</id><published>2007-05-09T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:16:16.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Share with everyone a story. Especially for those like me, who is too shy to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I am going to meet a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word 'love' only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say 'I love you' before. To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all. He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days.200days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't don?t know why. Then one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I .&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What.don't drag, just say...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: ..you..um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many. Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But, lunch passed, dinner passed, and soon the sky was dark, he still didn't call......... It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jin.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Here.take this. Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's this?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad. I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. Then I shouted. "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left. "I don't want to say that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else." That was what he said. Then he ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs felt numb and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily. How could he.. I felt that. Maybe he is not the right guy for me. After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That's how those dolls piled up in my room, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that. I saw him on a street with another girl. He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me as he touched the doll. I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell. Why did he gave these to me. Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls. In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that, it's going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What..why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking. "I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then. Honk~ Honk~ With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, move!" HONK~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boom!" That sound, so terrifying. That's how he went away from me. That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him. And after spending two months like a crazy person, I took out the dolls. Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days when we were in love. "One, two, three." That was how. I started to count the dolls. "Four hundred and eighty four, four hundred and eighty five." It all ended with 485 dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly. "I love you~, I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the doll, shocked. "I..lo..ve.you??" I picked up the doll and pressed its stomach. "I love you~ I love you~" It can't be! I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side. "I love you~" "I love you~" "I love you~" Those words came out non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Why didn't I realize that.......... That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn't I realize that he love me this much. I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the one that I was missing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo. Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you... Um, since I was too shy. If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you. Everyday till I die. Jo. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me......... Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, to me, it became courage to live a beautiful life.. It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose someone that you love with your useless pride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-8492540203863036253?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/8492540203863036253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=8492540203863036253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8492540203863036253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8492540203863036253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/05/share-with-everyone-story.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-92621344961261650</id><published>2007-04-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:05:37.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qisong di had his Chinese paper today. According to him it was difficult. But, I know he did his best and I hope he will do well, in every other subjects too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-92621344961261650?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/92621344961261650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=92621344961261650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/92621344961261650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/92621344961261650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/05/qisong-di-had-his-chinese-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-7805782993726158645</id><published>2007-04-29T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:03:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bet with Abloy with yesterday. This time I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penalty: A *********.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Abloy di, "Do not worry, I will definitely keep my promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-7805782993726158645?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/7805782993726158645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=7805782993726158645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7805782993726158645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7805782993726158645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-6771114531001857065</id><published>2007-04-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:02:32.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Qisong's brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to LSP this morning. Helped SP to mark some worksheets. Some teachers saw me, then they made a remark "So nice to have a bf who is also a teacher, can help you to mark books and worksheets when you are busy." Who cares what they say. Perhaps they are jealous; perhaps their partner never help them in their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon time, I met up with Abloy. We were supposed to go to Qisong's place. But as it was still early, we went to McDonald for lunch first. While eating, Abloy asked what am I giving to Qisong's brother for birthday gift? Ang Bao, of course. How much??? Won't tell you. But Qisong and I are like brothers, so I cannot be too stingy rite. Abloy said he did not prepare any gift and wanted to chip in to, so I added more money into the Ang Bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Qisong's place after that. We were very early. The party was supposed to start at 4pm, but we were there at 2pm. Qisong's mum was cooking in the kitchen. The buffet they ordered had yet to arrive, so we had pudding instead. We ate quickly then went up to Qisong's room to play computer. Abloy, as usual, was busy on the com, chatting in the msn. With who? Go ask him yourself. Qisong and I were bored, so we ended up challenging each other see who is stronger. The details, I will not say, but guess who is the winner? I will not reveal either. Ha ha. As I still had to go for tuition, Abloy and I left at 4pm. Yeah, we left the 'party', giving a big ang bao but eating only a pudding. So generous of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, went out with SP. We went to IMM for dinner. Ate at Ajisen Ramen. My first time eating there and the food was delicious. After that we shopped around. She wanted to buy a printer, so we went to BEST. Wanted to make a purchase there, but I think the sale lady think that I am not "rich" enough to purchase that $399 printer, so she ignored me. Another 'tai tai' approached her for explanation on the functions of the printer and she immediately did so. But when the 'tai tai' left and I asked the sales lady some question, she answered me annoyingly and then went to chat with her colleagues. I told SP, loudly, "I could well afford 100 of those printers, but because of their horrible service, I will not let them earn my money." After that, we went to Challenger. The sales rep was more helpful, so of course we made our purchase there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6771114531001857065?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6771114531001857065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6771114531001857065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6771114531001857065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6771114531001857065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-qisongs-brothers-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-794830048933364021</id><published>2007-04-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:45:24.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So boring. Thinking what to do during the holiday can be such a chore. Waking up late is never my practise, so I was up playing games at 7am. (or earlier, I cannot remember :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to go swimming today, with my di(s) and Junwei. I went to Qisong's place to collect his barang barang, then went to Abloy's place. Abloy finished school at 12.15 pm. Qisong came at 1 pm. We had to wait for Junwei till 2.30pm because he had MT supplementary lesson. It rained in the late morning, but the sun came out after that. While waiting for Junwei to come, the sky became gloomy again. At 2.45 pm, he called, he said he cannot go because it seems like it would be raining soon. So after the long waiting, we went without him. The most irritating part was it really rained, no, should say it poured. There goes our swimming plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are so much leisure activities available in Jurong. We changed our destination; we went to Cheveron. Bowling - our favourite past-time. Played pool before that as the entire place was booked by RGPS for bowling CCA (wow rich students rite, and they seems to be only P4-5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my blog short, we bowled, then we went to IMM for dinner. We ate at this little restaurant beside Coffee Club. Though the food was not that fantastic, the company made up for the inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, sent Abloy and Qisong home. Next week is their exam, told them to work hard for it. To you who is reading my blog, jia you and all the best too ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-794830048933364021?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/794830048933364021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=794830048933364021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/794830048933364021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/794830048933364021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-4071954649297639866</id><published>2007-04-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:03:12.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, finally, my exams are over. What awaits me is the 3 months long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection on the 3 exams: I must confess I did not do my best. Was so slag, sleep in the day, study only in the night. In the end, I only studied for few hours before going for the papers. I must be grateful if I can pass, dare not ask for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last paper I went to Jurong MacDonald to meet Abloy. It was a last minute meeting. I am now so stress-free, so meeting anytime, anywhere also ok de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Mac, Abloy was there with Junwei. They had eaten and was waiting for me. After eating, Junwei took out his Maths and asked me for help. While explaining to him, we saw Yong ye and friends came into Mac. Abloy and I thought he would come over and talk to us, but he did not. Initially we thought he did not see us, but we doubt so because one of his friends called out to Abloy. We wondered why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there till 3pm, then came Qisong, Chee Kean, Damien and Ming Jie. We had a 3 rounds of bowling. Chee Kean and I had a small competition. He beat me in the first round, but I won in the second and third round. After that, we went home (where else can we go...) ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I received this MSN message "just to make it clear, I not your ****** anymore..." I do not know what to reply, so I pretended I did not see this message...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-4071954649297639866?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/4071954649297639866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=4071954649297639866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4071954649297639866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4071954649297639866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-finally-my-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-4349593775779368770</id><published>2007-04-25T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Ri6PtDnHFoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yX0ieYdIE-0/s1600-h/25042007212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057137435809879682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Ri6PtDnHFoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yX0ieYdIE-0/s200/25042007212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just here to post this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting by my room window using my laptop at 6.50 am when I saw this "golden mushroom" cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is amazing isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-4349593775779368770?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/4349593775779368770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=4349593775779368770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4349593775779368770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4349593775779368770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-here-to-post-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Ri6PtDnHFoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yX0ieYdIE-0/s72-c/25042007212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-1471542421839197770</id><published>2007-04-24T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:43:55.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two papers down, one more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed the second paper an hour ago. Haiz, it was more difficult than yest's. Set by the same lecturer, but maybe he spared us with an easy paper yest, so today he wanted to kill us in this module. But, I got wishes from Abloy and Qisong, and SP (came late though), so sure can pass de. Like I told SP "I hope my tutor will appreciate my creativity and award me some marks for the things I wrote." Though it may not be the exact words from the lecture notes, but it does require a lot of inspiration and creativity to come out with my own words ok ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qisong suggested going for "Si Bai De Man 3" (Spiderman 3) on May 1, then my classmate told me just now better book tickets in advance to avoid disappointment. I will confirm with them later, if they are keen to go then I will book the tickets tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, I said I won't be online till thursday, but look at what am I doing now. Fingers itchy, cannot help it. Better end here, meeting Abloy for lunch, shall not be late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-1471542421839197770?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/1471542421839197770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=1471542421839197770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/1471542421839197770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/1471542421839197770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-papers-down-one-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-3721329475910459959</id><published>2007-04-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:23:01.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One paper over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really happy to receive well wishes from my 2 di di and SP. It really works. The paper was relatively easy, taking into consideration that I only studied a day. Don't dare to hope for good results, as long as I can pass I am satisfied le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't be able to blog this few days till I finish my exams. But, it won't be long, I will be back on thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-3721329475910459959?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/3721329475910459959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=3721329475910459959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/3721329475910459959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/3721329475910459959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-paper-over.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-2022313527636476430</id><published>2007-04-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:17:19.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW! WOW! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun today. Met up with Qisong and Abloy, then we went swimming......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I waited patiently at Superbowl for Abloy. Before that I went to his place to get his clothes. When Abloy came, it was still 30mins before Qisong's dismissal time, so the two of us had a quick game of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Qisong called us when he reached home. We told him we were on our way walking from Superbowl to his place, and told him to get changed before we arrived at his place. We reached his house in no time, then Abloy changed his clothes and we left for JP. We took a cab since there was no bus. The taxi uncle was not familiar with the road, so I ended up guiding and chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At JP, we headed to the food court to fill our stomach first. After that, Abloy and I went to do some shopping - ok, for our swimming trunks, because we have not been swimming for years. Both of us were so shy especially when the sales lady came to offer her service. But we overcame that and got what we wanted. Before we left JP, we went to buy bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking from JP to the swimming pool was supposed to be tiring and boring, but it was not. Ha ha, Qisong and Abloy were busy competing their shooting skills - with the pearl from their bubble tea. It was so funny. We were joking and playing along the way, everyone was tired just before we reached our destination. However, when we were at the entrance of the pool, all tiredness were gone. The pool was huge and the best thing was there were not many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid for the entrance, then went to the changing room. Even the changing was full of fun and laughter. No doubt we are guys, it was only the second time we went swimming together so we were still relatively shy to remove our shirt in front of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at the wave pool. Then we went to do some serious swimming. We switched between the outdoor pool and the sheltered pool. When we were bored, we went to do the slide. It was quite fun, but we did it only once, then we went back to swim again. Actually our main purpose for swimming today was to help Qisong prepare for his swimming test next week. So, the person who swam most had to be Qisong lor. By then, all of us had overcome our shyness and we were even joking about each others body. But do not be mistaken, we do not have barrel tummy, Abloy is in the track &amp; field team, Qisong and I do train on our own free time, so all of us are quite fit ok. Suddenly, I thought our trip today was fun so I suggested meeting again for swimming, and my brothers without the need for much consideration agreed. We swam from 3-5pm. We wanted to continue, but due to the heavy rain with lightning and thunder, the life guard told everyone to get out of the pool. We had no idea when we could resume swimming, so we decided to shower and go for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the sushi restaurant above the swimming pool. We ate a lot of things. As usual, Qisong had limited choice, but we still managed to find everything that he could eat. We had our fill, then we went to JP. We played a short while at the arcade. It was late, so we returned to Qisong's place to collect our things. After that, I sent Abloy home, then I went home. In the night we had our usual chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really fun. On our way home, we were almost like thanking each other for the fun we had. That's what buddies or best friends share - happiness (and woes, but best if dun have). We promised to go swimming again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2022313527636476430?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2022313527636476430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2022313527636476430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2022313527636476430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2022313527636476430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-wow-wow-it-was-so-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-5429191986694369380</id><published>2007-04-17T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:33:37.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time never post story le. Share with you one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats,walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg. It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, fustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark. Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, eventhough they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn't working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry - how would she react? Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm blind!", she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you're abandoning me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happpened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said,"Boy, I sure do envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all,who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded, "It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past month, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-5429191986694369380?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/5429191986694369380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=5429191986694369380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5429191986694369380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5429191986694369380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time-never-post-story-le.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-1943136806874254536</id><published>2007-04-16T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:22.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmm... I am now very busy with my revision. Maybe just post some pictures bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRFMg4oRhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VvEMvNk5n9A/s1600-h/07042007206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054240763104740882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRFMg4oRhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VvEMvNk5n9A/s200/07042007206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Qisong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, one of my two &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;di di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "To meet someone among the crowd is fate, to become confidant is destiny." We have known each other for 2 years. May our friendship last forever... Photo taken 2 weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRD3g4oRfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2w2Hhqd0snY/s1600-h/CIMG2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054239302815860210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRD3g4oRfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2w2Hhqd0snY/s200/CIMG2158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Abloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;di di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This little boy, I h&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiQ0sg4oRTI/AAAAAAAAADc/76aw6smsbSY/s1600-h/CIMG2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ave never taught him, yet we can become buddies. Perhaps it is again the marvel work of GOD. Fate and destiny sets in, you just cannot avoid it. Again, I hope our friendship will last forever... Photo taken last year at his mini birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRFMQ4oRgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZZjqLTVOZ9E/s1600-h/CIMG2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054240758809773570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRFMQ4oRgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZZjqLTVOZ9E/s200/CIMG2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;god-brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;', &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jie Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I taught him in 2002, until now I have known him for 5 years. His birthday is coming soon, what should I get for him??? Maybe buy him the last Harry Potter book and treat him to the movie... Photo taken in 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRIKA4oRjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oHEf1voN1Gs/s1600-h/CIMG2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054244018689951282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRIKA4oRjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oHEf1voN1Gs/s200/CIMG2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was taken on the day I left LSP. Of cos the background is not LSP, it is at Jurong Superbowl. Those who were there: (from left to right, starting from back row) Song Boon, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Abloy di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Wei Quan, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Qi Song di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Zi Han, Yong Ye, Samuel, Sean, Wei Yong and Xiu Zheng. I will remember the well wishes I received from all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRLqA4oRlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GHxEBc1ZGH8/s1600-h/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054247866980648530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRLqA4oRlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GHxEBc1ZGH8/s200/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This i&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRI1A4oRkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aQ7jW8e83sQ/s1600-h/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s my little cousin, Shao Xuan. She is 6 this year. We took this photo during the Chinese New Year. She was snapping photos with her brother's digital camera. She wanted to take a photo of me, I suggested taking it together, and this is the product. She is very sweet and pretty hor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget......"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found great friends, have you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-1943136806874254536?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/1943136806874254536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=1943136806874254536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/1943136806874254536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/1943136806874254536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiRFMg4oRhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VvEMvNk5n9A/s72-c/07042007206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-6353273377628419500</id><published>2007-04-14T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:07:20.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time to post or come in here due to projects. Finally, I have cleared all of them. Can't believe it when my classmate told me we had completed almost 20 assignments over the last 3 months. Amazingly, I am still surviving. I admit I am not a very hardworking person. (but I used to be last time. ;p) Nowadays my brain would fail me. It refuses to work till the 'dead' line gets nearer. For instance, the last 3 assignments I did, I did them only 1-2 days before the dateline. My classmates started doing it weeks earlier, but me... As the stress builds up, then my tiny brain is willing to cooperate and work diligently. Lucky me, he never disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects and assignments over, but exams are here. In fact, it is next week. 3 papers: Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. So much to memorise but so little time to prepare. "The mighty &amp;  intelligent brain inside me, you have to work hard this 2 weeks. I promise to reward u handsomely after next week, ok???" :) How should I reward him leh, maybe treating him to a movie? Sleep till 12noon everyday? Watch the books and tv shows he want to watch? Ha ha, rewarding him and rewarding myself at the same time. Jia you, just this 2 weeks and then the 3 months holiday is waiting for me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6353273377628419500?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6353273377628419500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6353273377628419500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6353273377628419500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6353273377628419500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-time-to-post-or-come-in-here-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-7376713515841719979</id><published>2007-04-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:23.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those little brothers of mine, they have decided to play Maple Story again. This time we will be training a Fire Mage. The last character we trained together is a Crusader, now level 105. I wonder this time how long will we play the new character and what level will we attain. We were thinking of a name for our new character, then I thought since it is a fire mage, why not call it "Hong Hai Er". Sounds cool rite ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing my last assignment now. Due tmr morning but I only started doing it this morning. Gosh, I am playing with fire again. Not even half completed, how am I going to be able to submit it tmr leh... die die die... "Little brain brain, you must not fail me, you must give me the inspiration and wisdom to accomplish the mission impossible ok?" Not forgetting the support from SP and my 2 di di, I believe I can do it (",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiQurQ4oRMI/AAAAAAAAACk/aObmwhY4PVY/s1600-h/CIMG2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054216002618279106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiQurQ4oRMI/AAAAAAAAACk/aObmwhY4PVY/s200/CIMG2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My real brother just came back from China yesterday. He bought me a set of the 2008 China Olympic mascot. They are very cute rite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiQurQ4oRMI/AAAAAAAAACk/aObmwhY4PVY/s1600-h/CIMG2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-7376713515841719979?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/7376713515841719979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=7376713515841719979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7376713515841719979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7376713515841719979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/those-little-brothers-of-mine-they-have.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RiQurQ4oRMI/AAAAAAAAACk/aObmwhY4PVY/s72-c/CIMG2228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-5818810330525314100</id><published>2007-04-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:23.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, I have been so busy, I dun even have the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While chatting with Abloy just now, he asked me why have I not been posting anything. He said he is also busy but he also post a sentence or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he is right, I should not use busy as an excuse and not blog. That would disappoint the readers of my blog de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what have I been doing since my last post (last wed)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So busy: busy going to church, busy preparing for my IPPT (passes with silver - $200), busy with assignment due tmr morning and this friday, busy going out, and sick ah (cough cough...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seal in tortise suit we bought at Vivo City. She took the seal in penguin suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rhuxrw4oRLI/AAAAAAAAACc/aE_QdopSyG4/s1600-h/06042007197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826772441056434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rhuxrw4oRLI/AAAAAAAAACc/aE_QdopSyG4/s200/06042007197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The penguin is with her... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rhuxrg4oRKI/AAAAAAAAACU/u4FT7nIdP0w/s1600-h/06042007198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826768146089122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rhuxrg4oRKI/AAAAAAAAACU/u4FT7nIdP0w/s200/06042007198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I will take care of the tortise... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't they cute...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-5818810330525314100?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/5818810330525314100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=5818810330525314100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5818810330525314100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5818810330525314100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-gosh-i-have-been-so-busy-i-dun-even.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rhuxrw4oRLI/AAAAAAAAACc/aE_QdopSyG4/s72-c/06042007197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-265017766828625268</id><published>2007-04-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:56:43.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another ordinary day. Was at home in the morning. Noon time went to JP to have lunch with Abloy and Yong ye. We had Long John Silver. After that we just walked around in JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw so many people: Audrey, Cheng Yee, Juni Yanti, and Jiaqi. I was the one who took the initiative to wave at all of them. Jiaqi seemed so shock to see me. Though I do not know who was beside her, but I guess that has to be the 'Patrick' she often mention in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left JP to go to Abloy's house. Yong ye last minute backed out. Just as Abloy and I walked out of the lift, he realised his house door was wide open; gosh his father was at home. I shall go to his house on another day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards the bus stop. Then Qisong sms me and said he saw me. He said he was on his way to JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up at superbowl. Looking at others bowling was so boring, I dozed off. So sian... I was very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to leave, Qisong called me. He said he may come and look for me, and he did. We played bowling. We played till 6+ cos I had to go back to school for lesson. He wanted to call me in the night after he finished his Art work, but he never did. He did sms to apologise, I told him its ok. Maybe its because I am used to it le. But, I was touched when he came to company me in the afternoon, even though he has homework to do. Thanks brother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-265017766828625268?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/265017766828625268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=265017766828625268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/265017766828625268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/265017766828625268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-another-ordinary-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-2057152211072556016</id><published>2007-04-03T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:23.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another tiring day; lessons after lessons, then tuition at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back another assignment today. Tutor's remark was very short, only 8 chinese characters: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“分析分明条理，很好！”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Hopefully you can see the chinese characters :p) I thought it means my report was ok bah; maybe not the best but definitely can pass. (ha ha, I only used 3 days to do it, compared to some who took more than a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was enjoying my short moment of happiness, my tutor walked over to us. He looked at me then told my classmates &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;“奕成的报告写得不错喔！真是‘士别三日，刮目相看’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He was my tutor 3 years ago. What he meant was I had improved tremendously. I am surprised by his comment because he is very stingy with praises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multicultural Studies lesson was boring. Last lesson, as usual, we joked throughout the 2 hour lesson. We thought we could appeal to our lecturer to cancel Wednesday 6.30pm lecture, but she say no. Haiz... no choice then, have to go back for lesson lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm: tuition time. Ai yo, this P4 little indian girl is so lazy. The workbook I told her to do a week ago is still incompleted. Not only that, the composition she had to submit last week is still in her bag, also incompleted. I told her, he can be getting good grades now, but if she is going to be complacent about that and choose to be lazy, her grades will definitely drop. By the way, she is taking Chinese as Second Language (her parents are both indian wor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened after that. Details not to be mentioned. But I learn something from the incident: Making mistakes does not make one become a bad teacher; but being able to admit ones mistake and learn from it will definitely make one become an even better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Memories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RhMZchX_jSI/AAAAAAAAACM/vEzkuDRtmbM/s1600-h/04042007188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049407584998493474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RhMZchX_jSI/AAAAAAAAACM/vEzkuDRtmbM/s200/04042007188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A birthday gift I received in 2005. Not the most expensive gift I had received, but is definitely till now the most meaningful one. It was then given by a little friend. At that time we don't really know each other well, but when he gave it to me, I was really touched. Gifts don't have to be expensive, its the thought that counts. Now, this little friend has become my little buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RhMXqhX_jRI/AAAAAAAAACE/DzLsGCsztM8/s1600-h/04042007191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049405626493406482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RhMXqhX_jRI/AAAAAAAAACE/DzLsGCsztM8/s200/04042007191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another gift I treasure a lot. Given to me in 2006 before Chinese New Year. It is only a paper fish, but it means a lot to me too. There is a message in the fish which says "Wish you always happy!" Whenever I am sad I would look at the fish and the little teddy bear. Miraculously, all my troubles will be gone, what comes into my mind will be the happy memories I shared with these two buddies of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2057152211072556016?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2057152211072556016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2057152211072556016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2057152211072556016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2057152211072556016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-tiring-day-lessons-after.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RhMZchX_jSI/AAAAAAAAACM/vEzkuDRtmbM/s72-c/04042007188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-4344976360631978494</id><published>2007-04-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:39:44.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like any other monday, lesson from 8.30 a.m. till 4.30 p.m. Took back one of my assignment. No remarks yet, so not sure what my tutor think of my work. Tmr going to get back the other assignment. Hopefully I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blank. Dunno what to blog today. Maybe post another story bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... A cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again. He nodded and she went to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!RRRRRING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother opened another CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again there was a piece of paper. It said:Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You"&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/3275656069680803820-4344976360631978494?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/4344976360631978494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=4344976360631978494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4344976360631978494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4344976360631978494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/like-any-other-monday-lesson-from-8.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-2089701829465367440</id><published>2007-04-01T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:23.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received an unexpected message this morning. I thought it was an April Fool's Day joke. No, it wasnt. It is real. I lost something very meaningful to me, but now, I got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048788506689179922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RhDmZa9IkRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Gi3P3cZzsCQ/s200/01042007187.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Too happy, dunno what else to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture on the left shows what Qisong did to me: a bruise on my left upper arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a bit painful, but the joy of recovering something you had lost is overwhelming and beyond description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2089701829465367440?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2089701829465367440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2089701829465367440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2089701829465367440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2089701829465367440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/04/received-unexpected-message-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RhDmZa9IkRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Gi3P3cZzsCQ/s72-c/01042007187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-9200465474112806615</id><published>2007-03-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:11:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today morning, went running with Abloy and Qisong. Suppose to challenge Qisong, but he is sick with a horrible cough, hardly 400m into the race he had to turn back. We challenged sprinting, my two brothers ran well wor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Abloy's house. Helped Qisong with some homework. Also helped Abloy's little sis with homework and spelling. We played games after that. Abloy kept losing, can see that he got very frustrated. I did what a "gor gor" should do: I wish him good luck. Same as the other time, he started winning after that. Finally, he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qisong had to go for Chinese Orchestra practice at the C.C. He and I cooked instant bee hoon for lunch. The three of us shared the pot of bee hoon. I told Qisong, really miss those old days, he agreed. We cannot turn back time, but we can look forward to the future. It wasnt expensive food we prepared, but eating with best friends make everything taste wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qisong left. Abloy and I were playing when I received a call telling me the recall manning (something like reservist) was activated. That means I had to report to camp. Rushed home, changed into my uniform, grabbed my army stuff and rushed off. When I reached camp, they said my name is not in the list, meaning I can go home (@#%@$@). Angry over their inefficiency, but happy that I can go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still raining when I reachedAbloy's house, again. Qisong came back too, he was drenched. Persuaded him to take a shower, didn't want him to catch a cold, he is already so sick. He listened,  just like di di listen to gor gor. We continued playing till 9 p.m. Abloy's mum and little sis played with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at about 10+. A very tired day, yet a happy day too... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-9200465474112806615?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/9200465474112806615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=9200465474112806615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/9200465474112806615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/9200465474112806615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-morning-went-running-with-abloy.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-6670420769494806190</id><published>2007-03-30T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T07:46:11.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Forever kind of Love</title><content type='html'>(Realise my blogs are always so long. I guess that happens when you are blogging from your heart, you just never realise you have been writing a lot. Better stop before I go on again. Share with you another touching story, enjoy it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite patients had been in and out of our small, rural hospital several times, and all of us on med-surg had grown quite attached to her and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of terminal cancer and resulting pain, she never failed to give us a smile or a hug. Whenever her husband came to visit, she glowed. He was a nice man, very polite and as friendly as his wife. I had grown quite attached to them and was always glad to care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired their expression of love. Daily, he brought her fresh flowers and a smile, then sat by her bed as they held hands and talked quietly. When the pain was too much and she cried or became confused, he hugged her gently in his arms and whispered until she rested. He spent every available moment at her bedside, giving her small sips of water and stroking her brow. Every night, before he left for home, he closed the door so they could spend time alone together. When he was gone, we'd find her sleeping peacefully with a smile on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this night, however, things were different. As soon as I entered report, the day nurses informed us she had steadily taken a turn for the worse and wouldn't make it through the night. Although I was sad, I knew that this was for the best. At least my friend wouldn't be in pain any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left report and checked on her first. When I entered the room, she aroused and smiled weakly, but her breathing was labored and I could tell it wouldn't be long. Her husband sat beside her, smiling, too, and said, "My Love is finally going to get her reward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears came to my eyes, so I asked if they needed anything and left quickly. I offered care and comfort throughout the evening, and at about midnight she passed away with her husband still holding her hand. I consoled him and with tears running down his cheeks he said, "May I please be alone with her for awhile?" I hugged him and closed the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood outside the room, blotting my tears and missing my friend and her smile. And I could feel the pain of her husband in my own heart. Suddenly from the room came the most beautiful male voice I have ever heard singing. It was almost haunting the way it floated through the halls. All of the other nurses stepped out into the hallways to listen as he sang "Beautiful Brown Eyes" at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tune faded, the door opened and he called to me. He looked me in the eyes then hugged me saying, "I sang that song to her every night from the first day we met. Normally I close the door and keep my voice down so as not to disturb the other patients. But I had to make sure she heard me tonight as she was on her way to heaven. She had to know that she will always be my forever love. Please apologize to anyone I bothered. I just don't know how I will make it without her, but I will continue to sing to her every night. Do you think she will hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head "yes," unable to stop my tears. He hugged me again, kissed my cheek, and thanked me for being their nurse and friend. He thanked the other nurses, then turned and walked down the hall, his back hunched, whistling the song softly as he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched him leave I prayed that I, too, would someday know that kind of forever love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6670420769494806190?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6670420769494806190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6670420769494806190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6670420769494806190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6670420769494806190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/forever-kind-of-love.html' title='A Forever kind of Love'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-4185171141941899479</id><published>2007-03-29T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:24.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rays of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rgzhqq9IkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/gAxTDhEK9JM/s1600-h/29032007183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047657405576941826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rgzhqq9IkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/gAxTDhEK9JM/s320/29032007183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgzP7a9IkNI/AAAAAAAAABU/ulJKgcmEmDI/s1600-h/29032007183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture while waiting for the bus this morning. Can you see the rays of light shining through the clouds?? Isn't it beautiful... I call it the "Rays of hope". There are cloudy days, but when the sun is out, hope is back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One hour of lesson, then I went to Clementi sports hall to meet Qisong for table tennis game. The was sooooo heavy. It came so sudden, the Yuan Chings were trapped in the stadium, no where to go, the shelter could provide them no shelter under such terrible weather. Waited for an hour, just as I was about to go to West Coast Recreational for a game of bowling, Qisong called and said he is leaving the stadium and told me to remain in the sports hall and wait for him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as we were about to start the game, Qisong said he heard Song Boon shouting his name. Then his classmates came in, wow so many of them, including Jiaqi. She waved at me, of course I have to be a gentleman and waved back. No more awkward feeling like the first time we met at JP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played for 1 1/2 hours. Qisong's skills improved. I lost to him: Qisong 8 - Peter 6. While resting, he told me he has Chinese letter writing test the next day. He asked me to help him revise for the test, he asked me to go to his house. I rejected, he was disappointed, but surely he should know the reason, don't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for lunch at the coffee shop. I paid for his food, he said I am still the same (what does he mean by that...) Over lunch, we chat. Then I asked why did he not go out with his classmates, he did not give me any reason. Just then, his classmates walked passed outside the coffee shop.(geez, so coincident) We continued chatting, we talked about his ex-classmates too. Then we walked to the bus-stop. When our bus came, we saw another person who we just mentioned. (isn't it spooky) It was Wang Xien Dong. We exchanged emails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the 7-11 at Superbowl to top up his fare card, wrong, should be his dad's farecard. While walking back, I kept looking at the Jurong Park. Then I saw the Jurong Sec people there for their CCA. I was contemplating to go or not to go support Abloy, they were competing against their school's basketball junior team. Eventually, we changed our route and went to the park. They were getting ready to run. Hope Abloy will always run well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, they can run 4.8km without stopping, I don't think I can do it now. While they were running, Qisong and I were chatting, analysing the stamina of those running. It seems he and I always have things to talk about. Maybe its because we had not seen each other for a long time. I thought it was late because I had yet to do my assignment which is due tmr. So, we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia you, less than 24hrs to submitting the assignment. Peter, you can do it de. (but next time should do the assignments earlier, not good to always do it at the last minute) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-4185171141941899479?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/4185171141941899479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=4185171141941899479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4185171141941899479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4185171141941899479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/rays-of-hope.html' title='Rays of Hope'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/Rgzhqq9IkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/gAxTDhEK9JM/s72-c/29032007183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-7143885248842626469</id><published>2007-03-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:03:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Super Bo-Bo Day</title><content type='html'>Wow... Never thought I will be using this term "bo-bo" again.&lt;br /&gt;Commonly used in the army: if you are labelled a "bo-bo" shooter, it means you are a terrible shooter always missing the targets.&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting Abloy at Super Bowl, we went to MacDonald for lunch. I told him I cannot treat him, reason being there is no such thing as brother treating brother. Ha ha, if you don't get what I mean its alright. While we eat, we waited for Qisong. He was late. We started to think: could he have been held up by some school thingy again??? Abloy said:" Qisong hor, if he still don't show up then I am going back..." I was looking at every bus that passed by, but no sight of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(skip the waiting time...) Finally, he arrived. We ate, but he did not. We chat for a short while, then I suggested bowling; a game that Qisong and I used to play a lot last time. Three games were played. My score was not any higher than 106. How can that be??? That was what I call 'Bo-bo" lor. Even Abloy said:" Why your every ball go to the right de? You are not your usual self." I aimed, but it seems the ball just refuse to listen to me. The game just continued with me throwing 7-8 pins every throw. In the third game, Qisong suggested having penalty for the person with the lowest score. He and Abloy were then leading so they had no worries. I was still as "bo-bo" until the 9th throw I finally threw a strike. (yes, finally...) Now all of us are on par. I told Qisong, if I were to throw another strike I am going to be the winner, if so the loser will then be either him or Abloy. Surprisingly, I did win, but by a misreable score. Guess the loser, ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could see the disappointment on his face. So what about the penalty? You think I will demand it from him; I would never do that de... It was almost 5, so we left after that. Took bus 240. Qisong said bye to us for 3 times. He looked sad, or was I imagining. I still had some time, so I sent Abloy home. Then, I went back to school for my boring lecture at 6.30pm... What a way to end a day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-7143885248842626469?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/7143885248842626469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=7143885248842626469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7143885248842626469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/7143885248842626469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-bo-bo-day.html' title='A Super Bo-Bo Day'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-8445907388379651834</id><published>2007-03-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:30:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Your Love Ones</title><content type='html'>The story start wif a guy, name Paul and a girl named Ella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of were still students but had already started to 'fall in love'.. in another words, go steady. In one of the days during their June holidays which they have been waiting for, they met each other at a basketball court. Coincidentally, they started playing a match with each other and they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ella knew one of the friends of Paul, she asked for Paul's number. At that time, Paul didn't want to fall in love again, after getting so much hurt from the previous one. Sadly, that friend of Paul didn't give her the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days went by, the holidays ended. They met each other at another basketball near Ella's school. Day went by and Ella borrowed Paul's hp and missed call her own hp to get his number.&lt;br /&gt;That very nite, she smsed Paul. They chatted and had fun. Till one day, Ella expressed her love for Paul. Paul loved her much too and after thinking for a long time, Paul thinks that he and Ella would last, thus, asked her if she would be his partner. Obviously, she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went steady for one and a half short months. Ella ended the relationship as her parents did not allowed her to go steady for a reason, who on earth would accept that lame reason? but Paul, like many other love victims, had no choice but to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years past and another fell in love with Paul. She was Mary. Paul and Ella didn't contact for a very long time. Paul still loved Ella very much but never had a chance to tell her. One day, along a street, Paul was with Mary. Paul saw a familiar figure across the road. It was Ella!! Paul ran acrossed the road, without noticing a truck coming, BANG!! Everyone near him crowded around that area. Mary screamed as she rushed to Paul. Ella joined in the crowd. She remembered the face, one who loved her so much in the past. Next to him, was Mary. He wasn't dead. "Dont give up! Say my name a 100 times, a 1000 times, a million times. U're gonna say it till u can finish a million before u can stop!!" Mary said to Paul with tears in her eyes. Everyone thought Mary was Paul's girl. Standing at one side, alone, was a girl crying. That's was Ella who regretted breaking up with Paul, after recalling how nice Paul treated her in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was sent to the Hospital. Mary and Ella were there. Praying hard. An operation was carried out, Paul didn't survive. The Doctor came out, shaking his head. Sighed. He too, thought that Mary was Paul's girlfriend, thus approached her for an apology for not being able to revive Paul. He said to Mary: "Miss Ella, your boyfriend didn't survive. He gave himself up after calling your name 157 times. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor has actually mistook Mary for Ella. Paul was calling out for Ella. Ella cried in a corner. She knew why he had stopped at 157. That was the day she broke with him(15/7). She, who ended the relationship which Paul treasured so much, has in turn, ended Paul's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE DEEPLY.. NEVER LEAVE THAT PERSON.. U'LL NEVER KNOW WHEN U'LL NEED HIM/HER BACK IN YOUR LIFE AGAIN.. TREASURE YOUR LOVED ONES.. YOU'LL NEVER KNOW IF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARTNER WOULD ACTUALLY MEAN A LIFETIME TO HIM/HER..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-8445907388379651834?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/8445907388379651834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=8445907388379651834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8445907388379651834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8445907388379651834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/treasure-your-love-ones.html' title='Treasure Your Love Ones'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-3983463550502203579</id><published>2007-03-26T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:51:36.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Really Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to go to the bar, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-3983463550502203579?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/3983463550502203579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=3983463550502203579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/3983463550502203579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/3983463550502203579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/really-bad-day-there-was-this-guy-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-4422176994329041793</id><published>2007-03-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:24.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up very early this morning. Went to the cemetery to sweep tomb (sao mu) ha ha... It was so hot. But we were so fast, I left my house at 9 a.m., I reached home at 9.30 a.m. No need so long to pay respect de, got the heart can le, rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon went for my first tuition. The little girl was an indian. Her parents are indians too. I told myself "Wan Dan, she sure know nuts about chinese..." But to my surprise, she was good lor. How good? I think some of my ex-students cannot even be compared to her. She can read, write and speak quite fluently and proficiently. She has just keen interest for our chinese language, thats why she can do well. If only our own chinese students can be like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, we went for dinner together. Then I sent her home. We sms after that. Another of those sms. I told her dun always give me heart attacks, if not I will die young de. Few weeks ago a buddy of mine 'killed' me.  Now recovering (still very painful though). Oh, I think I had side-track :) Back to the sms, later she called and said ignore her sms, of course I did, if not I would have been dead and not able to blog this le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unloading memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045858310716151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgZ9ZkUwV1I/AAAAAAAAABM/l_UBfoasCUs/s200/28112006126.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Not Wanted Criminal. No prize for guessing the correct name. I am his 'Normal Friend', 'Best Friend' or 'Brother'??? (I am confuse too). Taken on 28.11.06. Brought him to see doc, then we went for pasta, and 'cooled' at Hagen Diaz (Esplanade). The ice cream was very nice. Missed those time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-4422176994329041793?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/4422176994329041793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=4422176994329041793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4422176994329041793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/4422176994329041793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/woke-up-very-early-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgZ9ZkUwV1I/AAAAAAAAABM/l_UBfoasCUs/s72-c/28112006126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-8339091188539473967</id><published>2007-03-24T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to Abloy's house today. From four, now only three. I was tasked to teach his sister spelling. After that, we started our "swimming" session. It has become a regular habit, but an unhealthy one i must say. At the end of the session, I told Abloy "I don't think we should engage in this activity too often, it is very unhealthy... ha ha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgUcKkUwVwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iic2BY433rE/s1600-h/24032007173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045469925413508866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgUcKkUwVwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iic2BY433rE/s200/24032007173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgUcLEUwVxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iS4VGYEwjJs/s1600-h/24032007175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that, we were in the living room. Hungry and bored... Yong ye decided to do his new found hobby - blogging. Look at him, he was busy searching for new blog skins and music. Influenced by him and Abloy, thats why I am blogging too. But I blog for other reasons too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045472532458657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgUeiUUwVzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ab4iPqSr78U/s200/24032007175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See this $40... Abloy's mum treated us pizzas. We were hestitating what fast food to eat and we decided to have pizza. We were so hungry, we almost finished everything, but we did not, cos too pai seh lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045473984157603650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgUf20UwV0I/AAAAAAAAABE/mn9Ok5KTLcw/s200/24032007179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last pic for the day. Abloy and Yong Ye engrossed in a game of chinese chess. See them so deep in thoughts, very careful with every move. Why am I taking pictures and not playing? I played, but I lose to Abloy in just few steps, that shows how "lan" I am. Ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-8339091188539473967?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/8339091188539473967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=8339091188539473967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8339091188539473967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8339091188539473967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-abloys-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgUcKkUwVwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iic2BY433rE/s72-c/24032007173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-2817186791711972853</id><published>2007-03-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:17:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgR7ZEUwVvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mgmISBaNTk4/s1600-h/CIMG0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045293153149540082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgR7ZEUwVvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mgmISBaNTk4/s320/CIMG0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first attempt on posting with pics. Perhaps I should introduce to you my Care Bear Collection No. 1. This is the original care bear family, from top left: Cheer Bear, Friend Bear, Laugh-a-Lot Bear, Grumpy Bear, Funshine Bear, Bedtime Bear, Good Luck Bear, Tenderheart Bear and Wish Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how difficult it is to collect this set. It cost me about $100. But now, it is worth more than that. Reason?? They are all out of stock and the factory may not manufacture it anymore. It has become collectors item, very precious de wor...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2817186791711972853?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2817186791711972853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2817186791711972853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2817186791711972853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2817186791711972853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-my-first-attempt-on-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nXieiextog/RgR7ZEUwVvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mgmISBaNTk4/s72-c/CIMG0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275656069680803820.post-2141148304096715177</id><published>2007-03-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:18:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive...</title><content type='html'>Thou shall not remain silent forever...&lt;br /&gt;Its time I talk again.&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I gain some, but I lost more.&lt;br /&gt;Lost not because of my carelessness, but lost because he did not treasure.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad things had to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will not be able to get over it, but perhaps, I am beginning to.&lt;br /&gt;Life has to go on with or without it.&lt;br /&gt;HEY, TAKE CARE, MOVE ON, BE HAPPY...... (I say to myself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2141148304096715177?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2141148304096715177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2141148304096715177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2141148304096715177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2141148304096715177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/03/revive.html' title='Revive...'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-776886839023547042</id><published>2007-01-31T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:10:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw this short story in a friend's friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it is very touching so wanted to share it with those reading my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u like the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;julia is a 13 year old girl who had heart problemshe had difficultieshaving a bf cause she wasnt prettyenough and moreover,she is sick..she wasthe only child dat her parents hav..she started moving frm yishun to punggolthen to tampines..as she movehouse,she changed skool too..moved to thisstrange skool name one tree high sch..she was scared as ppl over dere might make fun of her but she was use to it so she juz have to bear with it..the next day arrive and she went toskool she was late and so she was rushing..denshe bump to this guy..*BUMP*her books and his books fell and they startedapologising to each other,he insists to sayin sorry to her...he was a popular guy in skool,themost handsome and talented soccer player,hisname was mike, and he went to classcoincedently..they both were in the same class,sodey chatted along the way to class,dey both were scolded as they were very late..after everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;the teacher introduce..the newstudent.."class,this is julia our new classmate...let's giveher the warmest welcome!"......every1 started to whisper toeach oder as she was some1 wif heartproblems...but mike didnt...?? AFTER 2MONTHSmike n julia becomecloser..eventually,theybecame bf/gf...denevery1 started making fun of mike,especially histeam mates at football andeven his best frens...asking him why did hebecome julia's bf,as julia issick and said that it was really stupid ofhim...but mikejuz said,"i just love her..she mean alot tome...when feelings comes,nth elsematters..."julia meanwhile was lookingfrm far,she look sad..mikeden saw julia running out frm the main gate,hestarted chasing after her..after afew min of chasing..he caught up with her..she was crying and so he asked why..shesaid dat she did not want to becomea burden to him and dont want to spoil hisreputation and bein made fun ofby his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part 3)&lt;br /&gt;be4 she could finished hersentence..he stop her and kiss hercheek sayin i love u and HE MEANT IT..eventually,she stopped crying..andmike said"we will neer be separated...nth cancome between us!"5 months time------------------------------------------julia found that she was feeling terribleby her heart problem..mike senther for check up often,so dat she can get wellASAP and they can get ontheir date smoothly,but never will he noethat her illness is gettin moreand more serious as days went on...oneday,mike received a call frmjulia's mother........"julia is in a bad condition now,it may befatal..come here quickly..."so mike took a cab and went to thehospital...the doctor told mikedat julia had only a 30% chance of surviving...hewas devastated..he den ask thedoctor if he could do anything to helpher?and so de doctor replied to him..........andthey went on havin a operation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part 4)&lt;br /&gt;6 hours later--------------"julia,julia..are u feeling ok?"said hermom...julia started opening her eyes.."yeah im alright,feeling much betteralready...mom,where's mike?ishe here in the hospital?i miss him so much!""u must be prepared to hear this.........hedonated his heart to u juz tosave u,and it caused his life...he hadpassed away..."julia was shocked..she cried non-stop,feeling bad and guilty every day...mike truly love her,and jus wanted tosave her,but it had cause him to leavethe world so soon...Now and forever... his heart will behers'and they can never be separate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-776886839023547042?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/776886839023547042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=776886839023547042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/776886839023547042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/776886839023547042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/saw-this-short-story-in-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-5891225025345256964</id><published>2007-01-28T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:17:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To stop or continue???</title><content type='html'>Really feel like stopping this "mission impossible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to post is not easy, to tell others your inner feelings is even more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By saying too much you are exposing yourself to everyone, people you know and people you dunno. However, aint the purpose of blogging is to tell others what you are thinking and feeling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to continue or to stop, I still cannot decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading either my tag or my boring blog, you decide for me, to continue or to stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-5891225025345256964?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/5891225025345256964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=5891225025345256964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5891225025345256964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5891225025345256964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-stop-or-continue.html' title='To stop or continue???'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-8655267967375295341</id><published>2007-01-23T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:13:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Money No Talk..... :_(</title><content type='html'>Weather: Sunny outside (Raining inside...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bcos I am currently not able to contribute to the family now, does that mean i m not a member of the family???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indirectly chasing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel everything is so meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, tag n blog also nobody read... might as well stop it bah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-8655267967375295341?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/8655267967375295341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=8655267967375295341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8655267967375295341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/8655267967375295341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-money-no-talk.html' title='No Money No Talk..... :_('/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-5222753342253115714</id><published>2007-01-22T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:34:00.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i SICK???</title><content type='html'>Weather: Super Sunny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough... Sneezing... Sore throat... feverish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are symptoms of "SICKNESS"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, am I really going to fall sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be bcos of yest's run. Catch a cold, bcos I did not run, I walked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? haiz no point saying, i wanted to run but had to walk bcos of someone, sianzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUN WANT TO FALL SICK... cough cough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-5222753342253115714?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/5222753342253115714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=5222753342253115714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5222753342253115714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5222753342253115714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-sick.html' title='Am i SICK???'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-3906463707655683313</id><published>2007-01-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:51:14.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom... Boom...</title><content type='html'>Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, post so many days le, tag so many days le, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a few kind souls tag my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really glad my "motor" is still functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hibernating for so long, today is the day i restart my "engine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely continue de, afterall, the feeling after that is so "shiok" ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun understand what i am talking abt, tag me lah, ask me lah, add comment lah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will definitely tell u, ok, please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, forgot Weather report : "Sunnied"... Drizzled... Poured Cats &amp;amp; Dogs... Cloudy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New vocab: Sunnied - Sunny then no more (courtesy of Peter's Self-Created Dictionary) -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-3906463707655683313?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/3906463707655683313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=3906463707655683313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/3906463707655683313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/3906463707655683313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/haiz.html' title='Boom... Boom...'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-603701440263329995</id><published>2007-01-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:26:15.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day..</title><content type='html'>Weather: Cloudy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First destination: Asian Civilization Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Destination: Rochor Soya Bean (yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Destination: Ling Zhi Vegetarian Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Destination: Star Bowl - Kim Seng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Destination: Jurong Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself, I hope you enjoyed yourself too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-603701440263329995?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/603701440263329995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=603701440263329995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/603701440263329995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/603701440263329995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day..'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-6267621734314643873</id><published>2007-01-18T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:12:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st language? 2nd language?</title><content type='html'>Weather: Rainy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiny brain packed with lots of theories from today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 1st language, 2 language??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno right, let me explain to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st language: The language a person first &lt;strong&gt;acquired&lt;/strong&gt;, also called native language or mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd language: A language which is not one's mother tongue but &lt;strong&gt;learned&lt;/strong&gt; as a medium of communication with speakers of the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st language is Chinese, 2nd language is English. What is yours???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Lesson over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do remember to tag for me wor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-6267621734314643873?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/6267621734314643873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=6267621734314643873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6267621734314643873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/6267621734314643873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-language-2nd-language.html' title='1st language? 2nd language?'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-5765762519573344060</id><published>2007-01-18T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:55:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lazy morning... Seems like no matter how much u sleep, its just never enough.&lt;br /&gt;As i m typing tis entry, i start to wonder, is there anyone reading my blog???&lt;br /&gt;Who cares, even if its just me n I reading it, guess I will still continue, hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-5765762519573344060?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/5765762519573344060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=5765762519573344060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5765762519573344060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5765762519573344060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2007/01/lazy-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-5125413810329764863</id><published>2006-12-20T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:39:27.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have I been doing the entire school holiday??? Enjoying myself...&lt;br /&gt;Never have I been so happy during the holidays: Bowling, playing pool, mapling, chatting on the phone, and not forgetting my new learnt skill - mahjonging. And who were the people i did all the stuff with, of course they are my little brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-5125413810329764863?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/5125413810329764863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=5125413810329764863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5125413810329764863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/5125413810329764863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-have-i-been-doing-entire-school.html' title=''/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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-3275656069680803820.post-2502151634184604668</id><published>2006-12-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:24:55.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Post</title><content type='html'>If u have anything to say or ask, just shoot... But please observe my rule : Speak no evil... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275656069680803820-2502151634184604668?l=mu-chie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/feeds/2502151634184604668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3275656069680803820&amp;postID=2502151634184604668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2502151634184604668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3275656069680803820/posts/default/2502151634184604668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-chie.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first-post.html' title='My first Post'/><author><name>mu_chie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447008226094068631</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>
