<?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-8803402</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:01:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SeNseS, AwAkEn, TrAverSe, ReLiSh, DeLvE, InDuLge, ImBibe. </title><subtitle type='html'>It's almost midnight and, reclining languidly on an original opium bed, I'm feeling dreamy - as if transported back in time as well as space. The gentle clink of cocktail glasses and ice cubes overlays the trickling waterfall and the murmur of intimate conversations. A soothing fusion of eastern and western rythms keeps time with the flickering light of the headily scented candles. As if by magic, another perfectly mixed Manhattan appears. This must be a dream. - Melvin Ng - </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</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>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113586778217003438</id><published>2005-12-28T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:49:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>my new address: choonheong.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113586778217003438?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113586778217003438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113586778217003438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113578433962848097</id><published>2005-12-28T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:38:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more photos</title><content type='html'>check back for more photos. can't finish uploading. gonna slp le. tml tim's bringing us for new year celeb dinner at shish (shit) mahal restaurant albert court. why not other restaurants? i din even hear shit mahal restaurant b4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113578433962848097?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113578433962848097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113578433962848097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-photos.html' title='more photos'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113578315061168753</id><published>2005-12-28T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:19:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to square one</title><content type='html'>now's realli back to sqaure 1 man! holiday over. ritz carlton stay wasn't perfect after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"certainly." "it's my pleasure." these were the 2 frequently used words by ritz carlton staff, to the point that they misused them. out of nothing said "certainly." i asked them to repeat wat they said cos i couldn't hear, and they replied "certainly." i almost bursted out in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat 24/12/2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; met sis at bugis and had mac with her frens b4 we went singtel shop to sign up a new line and bought a samsung E730 for 298 bucks. i left in a hurry at 2115 to tanjong pagar mrt to meet shar and my. took a bus to railway station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train was supposed to depart at 2215 but delayed till 2240 den depart. got a guy whose hair realli looked like bonsai n he was on the same carriage L5 as us. couldn't realli sleep well even with a fully flat bed cos of the motion and noise. slept at 1am, woke up at 1.15am, whereas they slept at 1am, woke up at kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun 25/12/2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached kl at almost 0800 den went to ritz carlton. check-in was efficient. the male receptionist escorted us to our room no. 909, then a lady came into our room with 3 glasses of orange juice and to process the check-in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiyin almost immediately went to bathe and asked for laundry service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our executive deluxe room was tastefully furnished with an "english" feel and the bathroom was well-appointed with full marble covering. was feeling hungry so we went up to the ritz carlton lounge on the 19th floor to have continental breakfast. was brought to a seat by Ayu, the waitress whom shar said looked like shaf. we kept joking over ayu. ayu is so good. remembered by surname and addressed me by "Mr Ng" everytime i visit the lounge. so shaf, you gotta learn a great deal from ayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating we went lot 10 and sungai wang for shopping. halfway i forgot i din bring along my swimming trunk so in the end i spent rm50 to buy a bods bodynit's one. quite cheap. i got shocked on seeing how shar and my shopped. by the end of the last night, both of them were penniless. to think at the end of the trip, i was still left with rm150. wanted to buy a shirt from espirit but so ex. rather buy in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned back to hotel at 3pm plus went ritz carlton lounge again for light snacks. after that we visited the healthclub on the 4th floor. one male healthclub attendant brought us to the pool area and later brought me to the men's spa. so relaxing man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the room to change into our swimming gear den together with our bath rob, we went to the health club again. i dipped into the whirlpool, water was so hot. den went into the steam room, wah almost died of suffocation. but i endured and stayed for 5 mins, then went into the sauna, also felt suffocating. den a staff came in and said "Mr Melvin, your 2 frens are outside waiting for u." i was like "huh," so fast? but i continued dipping in the whirlpool while ignoring the staff. shar and my said they cannot take it. whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shar told me meiyin totally slipped into the hot whirlpool and i lol. so clumsy. went for dinner at sungai wang. ordered tonic soup, wanton noodles, dim sum. only rm80 plus. went to petaling street by monorail where i bought bah kuah and stuff. was so crowded and i felt like being sandwiched between ppls. floor was wet cos rain just stopped. returned to hotel and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon 26/12/2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9 am plus to have breakfast at Rossini's on G floor. while i returned to collect my waffle from a chef, he addressed me as Melvin. was so shocked that he knew my name. guess when shar called my name earlier he might have heard it. when meiyin was making an order, she kept insisting a hashbrown which is already an included stuff in the set that she wanted. the indian restaurant manager kept explaining to her. still can say "egg with mushroom" when wat she wanted was an omelette! shar and i couldn't help laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab to 1 utama for shopping. bought a book written by rick warren on purpose-driven life. den took a cab to klcc for some photo shots before taking cab back to hotel. went ritz carlton lounge again for light afternoon tea. "shaf" was on duty whaha! i had a glass of white wine and took pic with "shaf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming finally. initially wanted to swim the day but was raining. meiyin and i pulled shar's legs and she kept stuggling. got 2 times i also press meiyin's head into the water without her knowing. den went to use spa facilities again. very funny, after using the spa all of us secretly hide some towels inside the bathrobe we were wearing and took it back into our room. den we stole it home muahaha. it's a good quality baumwolle towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at 2015 at an open hawker behind ritz carlton along jalan imbi. just as we were about to leave the room, i called the housekeeping department to clean our bathroom and replenish the bath amenities. meiyin left her hp in the room to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on opening our door, the 2 male housekeepers were coincidentally at the doorstep ready to clean. after we return from dinner at 2140, her handphone was gone. shar's and my stuffs were still intact. nothing can be even more accurate. on the way back to the hotel meiyin was saying she wanted to make a false police report and claim $ from insurance company lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rang up the front desk and the front desk assistant manager came up together with another male staff. he asked me to write an incident report (a short paragraph) of the incident. i asked the mgr to assemble all housekeepers so we can identify but he said he already know who cos there were only 2 housekeepers assigned to each floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i told him we will not hesitate to birng this case to court. shar was saying i was very fierce. but when the mgr said wanna arrange for a limousine to bring us to the tourist police station, i could actually say "so this service will be complimentary?" at 2230, we were accompanied by that male staff to lodge police statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heng meiyin bought insurance cos she was so sway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we returned to the room and put on mask. i rang up the butler asking him to deliver a flask of hot water. idiot him! he came to our room with a kettle instead of flask, expecting us to boil the water ourselves. guess because we kept asking for flasks of hot water since the first night until he buay tahan and expect us to boil ourselves. felt so insulted. if for a nice kettle nvm but the kettle looked old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 1am finally i tot. but as i was about to doze off, the phone rang and the receptionist said if i dun mind the police coming to our room to take photo. i almost shouted at the receptionist for waking me in the middle of the night and i told her to ask the police to come in the morning. she said "certainly" and i hung up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to meiyin. if not for her lost hp, we wouldn't get the opportunity to get a free midnight tour of kl and the illuminated twin towers. but there is a price to pay. initially we tot we can have wine at the lounge after dinner but no chance. no chance to bid farewell to ayu also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tue 27/12/2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front desk woke me up at 8am as i requested. i rejected a second wake up call supposedly at 0805 and slept till 9 plus. skipped breakfast. not nice anyway. meiyin called the front desk to inquire about the investigation but the manager said the 2 housekeepers denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked out at 1140 and left for pasarakyat by cab wanted to buy coack tickets to singapore but all full. went to puduraya all also full. in the end we took a coach to jb which left at 1345. we bought from a woman and she told us it was a transtar executive coach. in the end the coach became a "starliner" - unheard brand. but only rm30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up the coach, no more seats left for us. fuck. we alighted and waited. the driver made a ticket check and those who boarded wrongly alighted. we boarded and settled down finally. reached jb at 7pm and was raining heavily. some areas were flooded still. took bus no. 170 back to singapore together with a lady on the same coach as us. at woodlands i hired a cab home that cost me 22 bucks. reached home at 2130. so tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113578315061168753?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113578315061168753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113578315061168753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-square-one_28.html' title='back to square one'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113541770888195139</id><published>2005-12-22T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:54:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life insurance, christmas eve, kl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS ENTRY WAS WRITTEN ON 24/12/2005, 1745&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die! it seems my blog got prob. can't input the date and time of my entry! stuck on 22/12/2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd wx bought mixed veggie rice for me and papaya! thanks for your mini christmas treat. finally bought life insurance from esther's mum from great eastern le. it covers critical illness. have been delaying for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight going kl by overnight train on "prince and princesses tour, as named by shar. tis time got bed to sleep. i can't seat for too long hours. travelling time is around 9 hours. 3 hours plus longer than taking a coach. persuaded them to take coach, hopefully transtar's first class 16-seater coach, but they dun wan cos they nvr take train b4. anyway it will be a good travelling experience ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de onli worry is we may not b able to buy coach tickets back. den hafta take train liao. shld there be seats, they are usually lousy 26-seater coaches with no server. somemore have to stop at yong peng for refreshments. there got so mani flies, so dirty! food exp too and awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aeroline best man! even though it's RM110, which is 70 plus bucks more exp than those 26-seater coach, but den aeroline got stewards to serve meals, toilet can be used, personal tv, and best of all - nonstop kl to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna stay ritz-carlton. richard told us got 24-hour butler service at our disposal by pressing a button, free laundry (yin said wanna bring whole laundry from home to wash at ritz carlton), free access all day to ritz carlton lounge with 5 selections of finger food and alcoholic drinks for free! i love breakfast most, hope it will be pleasant. and also got pc in the rm with free internet connections! check-in will be done in the room itself, not at the counter, cos we booked an executive deluxe room instead since normal rooms full house liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den only staying for 2 nights. initially worst, only 1 night. luckily we extend 1 more nite cos tue no sch. if only we got more off days to stay longer. thinking of wearing my boots and asking the butler to polish it in the comfort of our room. cos they also provide polishing service. my boots looks dull le cos i din polish. surely must make full use of the service man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113541770888195139?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113541770888195139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113541770888195139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-insurance-christmas-eve-kl_22.html' title='life insurance, christmas eve, kl'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113525813021647383</id><published>2005-12-22T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:35:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new bag, new shirt</title><content type='html'>mum bought a new sling bag for me at the wallet shop cos my billabong bag is about to die le. dio intestinal cancer le. it's "Tough" brand, not mont blanc leh. but for casual use. only 109 bucks. but it doesn't look like 109 bucks. maybe some will think it costs less than 40 bucks. but den it's durable. the salesman said can last for 6 yrs, but i doubt i will be able to use it for so long. 6 yrs? mum also bought a new shirt for me from fox men. christmas gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy kept feeling like puking. dunno y n it's awful. it's raining outside... the aircon's so cold, just like i'm in a freezer. a freezer? or a mortuary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it will be another day. each day passes so quickly. if only i have 48 hrs a day, so i can do more things before i'm gone someday. i wan to travel more, study more, teach more, be it sensical or nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the highest power - God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113525813021647383?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113525813021647383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113525813021647383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-bag-new-shirt.html' title='new bag, new shirt'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113522650772275029</id><published>2005-12-22T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:17:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly, Madly, Deeply lyrics...</title><content type='html'>I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope, I'll be your love be everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be strong I will be faithful cos I'm counting on a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reason for living. A deeper meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the sky falls down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of..the highest power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lonely hours. The tears devour you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113522650772275029?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113522650772275029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113522650772275029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/truly-madly-deeply-lyrics.html' title='Truly, Madly, Deeply lyrics...'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113506609293206242</id><published>2005-12-20T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:08:12.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thai dinner, swim, seafood dinner</title><content type='html'>ytd went orchard with sis. went taka first den to far east plaza. treated me to nana thai restaurant. ordered tom yam seafood, sambal prawns, chicken with cashew nuts and mixed veggie. the tom yam was so hot till i felt like a sausage lips growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner went heeren. wanted to buy a slipper with a strap around the ankle which costs 40 bucks at New Urban Male but sis said it was awful. looks like beng. but i still think it is nice. dunno whether shld i buy or shld i not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning went swimming at 11.30am. initially planned to go with wx at 8.30am, but couldn't wake up. so forget it. no sun tdy... so couldn't suntan. i realise after i bought my suntan oil, i seldom have the opportunity to use it. the sky is mostly cloudy, if not raining. sadded. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got one guy kept swimming nonstop. since i was there, he had been swimming. when i'm about to leave for the shower, he's still swimming. if only i got such endurance man! but sadly i manage to swim only 30 minutes nonstop, and i'm already feeling like gulping tonnes of swimming pool water, if not on the verge of drowning. useless me. but nvm, i like the useless side of me. heheX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 1pm, after lunch, started to do my itp proj. now analysing de survey results. more than 15 pages so far le. so happy. i guess for itp proj, what really counts is the quantity and not the quality. i saw those reports written by our seniors, they were so thick and got hard cover. do u think the lecturers will waste their bloody time reading through reports that are individually more than 50 pages? for me i won'y, cos i'll practise random sampling by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's not working today. so i dated her le. wanna bring her go shopping. and hopefully i can shop for free. she's complaining liao. cos i kept typing and letting her wait. ltr miting sis for dinner at 7pm also. mum's treating us seafood dinner. but guess where? at lau par sat. even though the place aren't any up-class, but i suggested it cos i rmb eating her with my and shar etc and the food tasted superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk gonna go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113506609293206242?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113506609293206242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113506609293206242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/thai-dinner-swim-seafood-dinner.html' title='thai dinner, swim, seafood dinner'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113498612154152392</id><published>2005-12-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:55:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer before starting work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heavenly Father, as I enter this work place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bring Your presence with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I speak Your peace, Your grace, Your mercy, and Your perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;order into this office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I acknowledge Your power over all that will be spoken, thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided, and done within these walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I thank You for the gifts You have blessed me with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I commit to using them responsibly in Your honour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a fresh supply of strength to do my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aniont my projects, ideas, and energy, so that even my smallest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;accomplishment may bring You glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, when I am confused, guide me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I am weary, energise me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I am burnt out, infuse me with the light of the Holy Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May the work that I do and the way I do it bring faith, joym and a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smile to all that I come in contact with today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh Lord, when I leave this place, give me travelling mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bless my family and home to be in order as I left it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I thank you for everything You've done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything You're doing, and everything You're going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Name of Jesus I pray, with much love and Thanksgiving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113498612154152392?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113498612154152392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113498612154152392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/prayer-before-starting-work.html' title='Prayer before starting work'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113473646530810414</id><published>2005-12-16T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:34:25.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking, running</title><content type='html'>tdy went to work late. in fact the latest so far. reached at 9.50am. but not later than serene and weixin. cos tim not in the office. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole day in office doing itp proj. managed to complete intro on company and proj. intro only. only got 4 pages, single line. and wx finally managed to complete doing the statistical graphs. tml gotta analyse the survey results liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to united square with serene for lunch. wanted to eat la mien but was so ex. 6 bucks plus exclusive of +++. in the end settled down at food junction and had mee rebus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene got car tdy. so after work she drove me to bedok stadium cos on the way back to her house. i ran 2.4km and surprisingly, i ran in 13 mins. pass finally man. while running the 4th round i saw a female lecturer who taught me computer applications. wanted to stop and say hi to her but i think i better continue running cos i was timing my speed. after running wanted to approach her but was super exhausted. in the end went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now a fren said i won't listen to any advice. so utterly sadded man! she must be so mad at me. tis the season to be jolly mah =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's sat le. going canoe after work with am. gonna suntan as well. after canoe must go home make er jie happy. cos my performance in making her happy will determine a dinner treat to marche on mon. but i dunno how to make her happy leh. my massaging her whole body perhaps? yhahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113473646530810414?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113473646530810414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113473646530810414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/slacking-running.html' title='slacking, running'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113471528403429120</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:39:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>human nature is complex</title><content type='html'>It's interesting to see how people change over time. Agree? Yes. It's even strange to see how more and more foxy people can get as their life progresses. Starting from primary school where all the naive n innocents angels will break off a friendship by a familiar statement of "i dont friend you". Then came secondary school where ah bengs fight and ah lians paw over one another. Den along came Mr. Tertiary, where the war starts. A mental war and a war on words. it's like playing some typical arcade game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u progress, (in this case, as life progress) they become harder to deal with. Hypocrites, everyone lives behind a mask. No one tells the truth. i have no idea what people thinks abt me. i'm not ashame to admit i'm stubborn n mean. It's amusing how everyone can be grouped into sub categories. You can be straight forward or hypocritical. I belong MORE to the straight forward category. I'd rather be deemed as someone who is mean n stubborn than a hypocrite. I have my own thinking than to follow the crowd. Still, i dont deny that there is a tinge of hypocrisy in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den again, everyone, yes everyone, needs to be a hypocrite to live in this world. before u say "no, i'm not a hypocrite" ask urself: "have you not smiled and acted like you're totally fine with something that made you fuming inside?"Human nature is complex. But still, i believe that true friends stay by your side (of course work separates from friendship) when you need them most. According to nb (2005), you dun need the entire world to be your friend. You need just a few to make it worthwhile. Life is a game of politics. Whoever said Life was easy is probably the biggest liar ever. Life aint easy, but it can be worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113471528403429120?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113471528403429120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113471528403429120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/human-nature-is-complex.html' title='human nature is complex'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113463811916866899</id><published>2005-12-15T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:38:36.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super sleepi</title><content type='html'>now in office feeling super sleepi. just dozed off on tim's chair. he's away in surabaya. have been working on my itp project the whole day, but managed to complete only collating the survey results, a total of 29 qns. then drew up statistical graphs for qns 1 - 15. the rest will be drawn by wx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheck hoon called asking why me and wx have been skipping class on tue. i told her we had work duty in genting and bangkok repectively. then she took tim's hp no. wanna call him and check. dun believe us man! think we nothing to do to lie to her sia. called and spoke in an 'attituded' (new word from me) manner. so i replied sternly and attitudely as well lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a heavy lunch tdy. tdy my appetite was humongous man! ate a vegetarian potato burger from komala, red bean paste pancake, beancurd and soya bean milk. costs me over 6 bucks man! to think i only earn 3 bucks plus an hour. fuck sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy shall go home early and slp early. hopefully at 8 pm plus. cannot take it animore le. tml's only fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to christmas day, ritz carlton kl, new year and chinese new year, chalet, bangkok, hong kong (or china or honolulu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but transportation to kl is a headached now. train office in jb not open this sun so can't buy. if buy in singapore will have to pay double, cos hafta pay in singapore dollars. just asked meiyin if she dun mind taking flight to kl for abt 300 bucks. yet to get her reply. worse comes to worse i'll gonna fly there alone man! should there be no more train beds left. utter waste of $$ this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why I blog afterall? cos i'm too sleepi and in order not to fall asleep again, i blogged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113463811916866899?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113463811916866899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113463811916866899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-sleepi.html' title='super sleepi'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113440414547517965</id><published>2005-12-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:15:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/Photo-0116.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/Photo-0116.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding sc mango... see the guy behind looking... sc&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113440414547517965?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440414547517965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440414547517965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/feeding-sc-mango.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113440246310207046</id><published>2005-12-12T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:47:43.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/Photo-0111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/Photo-0111.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pundek first..tdy i agitated this one:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113440246310207046?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440246310207046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440246310207046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/pundek-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113440246145471522</id><published>2005-12-12T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:47:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/Photo-0135.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/Photo-0135.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mont blanc bag...it's fake:) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113440246145471522?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440246145471522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440246145471522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-mont-blanc-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113440229070124202</id><published>2005-12-12T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:44:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/Photo-0110.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/Photo-0110.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't my skin more tan? i'm falling asleep:P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113440229070124202?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440229070124202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440229070124202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/arent-my-skin-more-tan-im-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113440212029710940</id><published>2005-12-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:42:00.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proj meet</title><content type='html'>whole day in office doing proj, but when tim is ard i act bz as usual. finally complete my report on islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy was a bad day. cos i agitated ah nu over the phone when discussing abt proj. hehe...can see her face very sulky when we met in marina square after work hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno when shld i take my 1 day leave cos i worked on last tue in genting when i'm supposed to be in sch enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml gonna go luxury tours pay money cos i ask richard to book for me 2 nites ritz carlton stay in kl. got agent rate so only pay SGD530 for an executive deluxe rm. include breakfast somemore. but the prob is, should we really take train? it's so noisy and i couldn't slp. reach kl sure feel 'jetlag' even though there is no change in timezone. gonna swim den enjoy cocktail at lounge man! it's been so long since i've been to a lounge, or a pub perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surely going to be broke this time. going bangkok with sc, nb and company from 7 to 9 march. but heng we got free from air asia n needa pay airport tax  62 bucks onli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno when enlist for ns. hope the sooner the better. so dun have to waste my time. just rmb a meridian jc indian lecturer for econs told me to go for relief teaching before i go nie interview to increase my chance of selected. but den the interview period is in feb next leh and i haven complete my itp. hai...how now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml going sch but got biz plan presentation. hope everything will go fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113440212029710940?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440212029710940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113440212029710940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/proj-meet.html' title='proj meet'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113422138747157405</id><published>2005-12-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:36:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from genting</title><content type='html'>thu at 1pm plus left the office. tim drove us up to genting highlands cos the next day have to coordinate coaches. hadda squeezed in btw edgar and ken! so sick and uncomfortable! arrived 7 plus at goh tong jaya (midhill of genting highlands) for dinner at a seafood restaurant, treat by tim. got another rm50 allowance. saw sunset along the way up. was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached 8 plus at first world hotel just in time to catch band performances by 4 schs who won gold with distinction, namely chij(toa payoh), orchid park, meridian jc and a m'sian sch. i particularly like the "Can't take my eyes off you" by orchid park. when the band played, we were like having a singing-along! the rest sucks. dunno why they will win. esp. those who played "postcard from singapore"- yucks. might as well play majulah singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to check-in at front desk. as i held onto a keycard for rm 17780 valid till fri way before i went genting, i gave it to ken cos i know the rm condition is very bad! it's the old wing. tim n i were like smiling secretly to each other cos ken still dunno. the rest of us took deluxe rms, newly opened to guests this year. but still, the rm is small and i had a superb view of my neighbour sleeping when i look out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, i stayed at first world hotel again, despite my promises not to stay there in future because of the horrendous room and service i got. but this time no choice. have to stay put. aniwae it's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim asked me to go ktv with him and shirley, sales mgr of genting. tot i could go but jy and sr dun wan. so i din go cos i feel awkward. in the end we had supper you tiao at pizza factory. then brought the 2 of them to gong yuan. my stomach bloated for the night after eating man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6am. initially wanted to wake up at 5.30am. but very tired. tot i'll have a sleepless nite man cos i cannot tahan any noise - snore - and light when i'm sleeping. so unexpected that edgar din snore and i dun have to wake him up. he woke me instead. had buffet breakfast. same dishes as the first day i came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather so cold but i'm not afraid. din bring any sweater. hadda run here and there in the open coach bay instructing coach drivers to drive up the lobby at the right time. got one driver cannot speak eng. i told him 'saya tak faham melayu" and quickly hailed a driver nearby to translate. lucky mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering why bedok view's coach haven arrive cos i'm following the sch back. i ran up to the lobbi area to find the students already loaded their luggage onto the coach. heng man! or i'll miss my coach. without even having a chance to tell ken i'm leaving first, i went off! but bedok view teacher complained that the coach is small. not enuff space for luggage. i just acted blur. and sat beside her. the driver drove so bloody slow, and many coaches already drove past us. at that time i've already made up my mind to hop onto another coach, meridian jc coach, when i reached yong peng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached yong peng just in time to board the meridian coach. sr was onbard. sat beside a lecturer and we chatted abt work and dunno how come he asked "you are interested in teaching?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in singapore, the coach alighted me at my bus stop sia! thanks to sr and the indian driver. perhaps the driver shld drive sbs buses. reached home at 4pm. had i continued with bedok view, i think reaching home at 6 will also be a prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(those who are keen in investing shares, u may consider buying genting shares. IPO 30 cents plus per share currently. just listed in the stock market. if genting really wins the bid for integrated resort contract, one share will likely to increase up to 70 cents plus. that's alot man!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113422138747157405?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113422138747157405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113422138747157405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-genting.html' title='back from genting'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113396472470531883</id><published>2005-12-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:12:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/blackjack%20table.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/blackjack%20table.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blackjack sensation...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113396472470531883?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113396472470531883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113396472470531883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/blackjack-sensation.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113396308308096651</id><published>2005-12-07T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:13:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>integrated resort singapore</title><content type='html'>hiyee... so who will be the ultimate 2 winners in the bid for contract to run singapore's first casino? harrah's entertainment? genting international? amongst the rest from macau, other casino co. in the US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet genting will win the bid for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, it will improve the bilateral ties between singapore and malaysia. if singapore allows genting to run the casino, perhaps the m'sian govt may decide to continue selling water to us at current price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, if i'm not wrong temasek holdings has got share in genting. so u get the hint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, since genting has successfully captured the asian market, and that they have the know-how on what are the needs, wants and preferences of asian players, certainly they will have the capability to run a casino in singapore that is of asian origin. will singapore let the casinos - one in marina bay and one on sentosa island - be operated by 2 U.S. casino companies? probably not because their methods of operation are most probably different from how an asian casino be operated, unlike genting where its operating methods are tried and tested within the asian region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hint now. if genting really win the bid, it's so likely that existing staff such as corporate sales manager, sales manager for rooms division will be promoted to avp and so on man! so there'll be more rooms for new staff. not only genting, but star cruises, since both are affiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh told me there's a new course on hospitality to be launched by ntu. likely to help secure a position in the integrated resorts. wanna take that but some say singapore's IR may not be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but timothy said will be successful cos singapore already managed to capture the indian market. indonesians will also come to play at the tables. though players will have to gamble in singapore dollars, this shouldn't deter prospective players because in those countries where the players are likely to come from, they trade in USD. USD and SGD? now it seems that they can afford SGD well enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon when tim and i went to meet richard from luxury tours, he told me if i can handle my gf well, i will be a good sales manager. lol. cos if one person also can't handle well, let alone a big grp! i was like "yah, haha crap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml gonna go up genting again. gonna suffer from car motion sickness soon sial~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113396308308096651?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113396308308096651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113396308308096651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/integrated-resort-singapore.html' title='integrated resort singapore'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113387089375552285</id><published>2005-12-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:32:45.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glad 2 be home</title><content type='html'>thk god ytd din rain in the morning. woke up at 5.27am &amp;amp; heard thunder. tot i'm gone this time. imagining numerous band equipment to be loaded onto the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached bedok view sec sch promptly at 6.05am. met the teacher, who complained abt the 'sheer' size of the coach, who then pointed to me the 'small' number of suitcases and equipment her students are bringing. wtf. tot already briefed the teachers to advise their students not to bring so many things? tot they going japan isit! bedok view, huh! wat a lousy sch, and the teacher could still dilly dally taking attendance on the ground instead of quickly boarding the students when it is going to rain soon! i was praying very hard at that time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept pestering me how i am going to solve the situation of shortage of space! told her we got other sch coach where there are spaces for her to store her shitty things... finally reached m'sia immigration at 7.40am. felt at peace seeing timothy. he gave me the coach numbers for the various schs and i tried looking for the coach so that i can direct the schs when they arrive. schs arrived after schs, and i couldn't rest. the last one left at 9am plus, where timothy, edwin, li lan and i left for genting on timothy's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwin is the managing director of a travel agency in jb. can't believe it. and li lan is his staff. while driving up hill, eddie called saying his coach has broken down. luckily we got spare coach. tat morning the coach reported late at chai chee by 30mins. now coach broke down. sway sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached genting at ard 3pm. directed some students to the convention centre. then i got the rm keys and i distributed to my coordintors. regu and edgar reached an hour b4 us. we went coffeebean for a drink. no nid to pay cos timothy paid for it and gave us rm45 as allowance each. we even got committee pass to have buffet meals for free. for the whole trip i only spent rm5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought kennedy to coffeebean where the rest were b4 going to rm. eddiea and his sch finally came at 6.30pm! and we could finally have our dinner. can't believe i fasted from 5am plus till sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into a toilet and was surprised to see women cleaners. felt weird and i looked ard but there weren't any urinal. was shocked when i asked the janitor who then told me it's the ladies. fucking hell! luckily the toilet was cleaning in progress. i dashed out of the toilet and into the men's sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft dinner went back to rm to slp. if only i occupy the rm myself. but edwin shared with me instead! he snored + coughed until at one point i couldn't slp. timothy got no rm so he long ago left for kl find accomodation liao. genting rm exp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning managed to leave genting at only 10.30am. initially fixed at 9am. it was such a torture to take timothy's car back to singapore with 8 ppl in a family car, honda odyssey, to the point i wanted to tell timothy i dun mind paying for my transtar first class coach ticket! at 2pm stopover at a rest area had lunch. on reaching jb timothy stopover for another meal again! i was so fed up even though i dun have to pay and earn from exchange rate cos kennedy gave me SGD50 in return for my rm100, but had to act happily. sure gonna put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the office at 5.45pm. left at 6pm for home. reached at 7pm. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall the job is ok. cos got to stay for free, eat free, allowance, meet new ppl - and yah, i din feel lonely cos got ppl accompany me for meals and so on. heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml after work really have to go swimming. tis morning i did 30 pumping in the toilet when edwin was still asleep haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thu going up genting again. tis time joyce and serene going so hope it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113387089375552285?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113387089375552285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113387089375552285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/glad-2-be-home.html' title='glad 2 be home'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113362251947298988</id><published>2005-12-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:08:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suntan, orchard</title><content type='html'>tdy super busy with logistical work for genting band festival. can't find ani free time to do my proj sia. after work went suntanning and swimming at bedok. sun not strong. nvm. pool was full of swimmers. tried to swim the length but traffic jam in the water. swam the width and it got no much better. in the end i gave up, after swimming onli 15 mins non stop! and to think on my last swimming session on thu i swam 1 hr non stop! sadded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking to bedok mrt station timothy called and asked me abt how many L size nus shirt i've ordered yesterday. how am i supposed to rmb when there are so many other sizes as well, let alone the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with sh, then went orchard. tot we were late but who knws nb was later. ahahah. once nb read this sentence she must have been so worked up eh. went far east plaza had early dinner at sakura. ordered tom yam, thai fried chicken and sambal kang kong with rice. then shopped ard... wanted to buy sling bag but can't find any nice one. ransacked wisma atria, ngee ann city but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc met us later at abt 8pm den we had beverage at coffeeclub adjacent to california fitness. i had vanilla milkshake. finally naz treated me after being indebted to me for so long for being late. incorrigible. but it's gd enuf that i dun have to write off the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to ps. got one guy knocked onto nb, i saw and lol. the scene was so funni. ltr sc and i walked side by side, past the man and knocked him back. first time i had such an expensive fruits. costs 7 bucks for mango, watermelon, papaya, starfruit and honeydew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home at abt 10pm with mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113362251947298988?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113362251947298988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113362251947298988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/suntan-orchard.html' title='suntan, orchard'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113353949334231986</id><published>2005-12-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:04:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soup restaurant dinner</title><content type='html'>ytd and tdy damn busy doing paperwork for the coming band festival man! out of office every now and then. took tim's van till i wanna vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during briefing finally get to see other coordinators i've assigned to diff schs. they were either so rounded or big size, all guys. to think i'll have to squeeze in tim's family car with them on our return journey to singapore on tue! i'll probably die of suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sis at novena square work cos she went to buy contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr went centrepoint wanna have dinner at soup restaurant but dun have. in the end took taxi to suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered ginger chicken, herbal soup, baby kai lan and beggar's tofu. had soya bean. then takeaway one herbal soup for mum. total cost sixty plus over bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to conrad wanna see if sc's there but not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad drove mum off work then picked us up along the way at 10.10pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113353949334231986?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113353949334231986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113353949334231986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/12/soup-restaurant-dinner.html' title='soup restaurant dinner'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113336353702381234</id><published>2005-11-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:12:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outstation</title><content type='html'>whole day was out of office. first went sea wheel travel in ppl's park complex to buy 26 underwater world tickets. ltr went magic wok at capitol to meet up a grp of indonesian students. had lunch together with joyce, tim, and 2 other tourleaders for free! saved on my $$. but having said that, i reminded myself of the 5 bucks i donated to a monk who tried to sell me amulet. serene saw me donating and said i was kena cheated. edwin said say too. my heart sank! the monk could even told me to donate more! and i actually showed him i'm left with only 10 bucks after donating 5 bucks. yah! the monk was from china most probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went airport at 1 plus wanna pick up 3 indian pax but flight was delayed to 4 plus. went ace99 to discuss some matter on regarding genting band festival with vivien. tot a very young gal, in the end turned out to be an old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to airport again but flight hasn't land yet! fuck and i was waiting hoeplessly with tim. when most of the pax on sri lankan airlines were out, that 3 fucking pax which tim and i were supposed to pick-up still dily dally and missing in action. the time was already 5.30pm, and i am knocking off soon! finally they appeared and we drove to claremont hotel in little india. there i took train home from farrer park sharply at 6pm. heng there is no OT or i won't feel good unless there is OT pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113336353702381234?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113336353702381234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113336353702381234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/outstation.html' title='outstation'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113326630450400992</id><published>2005-11-29T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:15:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crystal jade, swimming</title><content type='html'>during break shar, ally, xy, cheryl, my and I went for lunch at holland village where i saw ben on a minibus then i told the rest. he's so white like xiao bai lian. think he put on make-up. shar drove us there. reached at 11.30pm. only left half an hour to eat. was panick all along. cos i cannot skip any more claz liao. i'm like attending claz every alternate week. next week cannot attend too cos gonna tour lead to genting. yes, genting. suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at crystal jade. there goes my plan to save $$. i ate cold noodles and we ordered xiao long bao and one other item which i could not rmb. i tot wud be exp, but my share only cost 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached claz 30 mins late. heng din kena scolding by susan chiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lecture theatre pinpointed to wc who's wx - wei xin. can see wx's facial expression totally changed when she saw me doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy i found a role model in wenda leong. realised she really has the welfare of students in mind. when it was research time in the library, she wud actually monitor us, strolling along the computer lab section. how many lecturers wud do that? i dun see any lecturers doing so before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prior to research session nb could actually say i'm like flirting with her. ahaha. she's pretty cannot meh? but seriously, i guess she's in early 40's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch sh and i went to her office. cos i wanna take something from her. den she told us she's going siem reap alone this christmas. was totally shocked. i wud love to be like her one day. going on solo trips. so independent eh? but some may think only loner will do so. but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to tok more with her but sh and i were rushing off to meet wc, nb, wl, hy, ally etc. they going bedok reservoir mosque. but i'm going swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swam nonstop for 35 mins man! but luckily i din drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally reached home at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my salary now. think dec will be damn broke. most prob christmas going bintan or kl with shar, my, deb? that will easily burn 300 bucks from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113326630450400992?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113326630450400992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113326630450400992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/crystal-jade-swimming.html' title='crystal jade, swimming'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113319268760368550</id><published>2005-11-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:44:47.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orchard</title><content type='html'>after work met up with nb at orchard. shopped for sh's prezzie. had difficulty searching in the first place as we ransacked tangs, shaw, far east plaza, wisma atria, and then ngee ann city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps, so sorry sh that i lied saying i gotta go home cos my body's aching due to exercise. but nb and i are shopping for ur prezzie! eh, but tot ur bdae was way long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while at ngee ann city, saw ken at mac. really looked like a moron, with his enormous mouth ready to attack the fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally managed to buy a fila bag, which i felt it was nice. but nb said she's got a feeling that sh will not like it. after paying and wrapping, we went for late dinner at mac. chatted abt family, marriage... left the place at 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, tml's going to sch... then go swimming. hope it will not rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113319268760368550?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113319268760368550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113319268760368550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/orchard.html' title='orchard'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113317191252526553</id><published>2005-11-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:58:32.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanning, prime</title><content type='html'>happy birthday naz!!! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, i'm like lobster after a mere hour of tanning. wat's more? i tanned at 12nn... a.m. gave me a retard look but i feel it was great because tanning at such hour will really make you tanned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bet it, i got a shock when i reached home. my body was in total redness. pain when i scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met meiyin, deb and shar to watch prime. had dinner at pastamania before going for the show. it's boring. of a mother giving therapeutic treatment to her patient whom later turned out to be her son's gf. and wat? the gal was 14 years older than the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home straight after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113317191252526553?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113317191252526553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113317191252526553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/tanning-prime.html' title='tanning, prime'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113301871590764413</id><published>2005-11-26T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:29:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intl affair, mosque visit, harry potter</title><content type='html'>was chatting with yh on frenship, then dunno somehow led to discussion of politics and international affairs. frequently came across ppl giving out free books on falunggong Sect along the overhead bridge leading from citylink to suntec. wondered wat it was all abt so i raised tt topic. she said it was because mainland china was afraid of unregistered political parties, such as the falunggong sect, so they were kind of trying to go against falunggong sect. but why choose singapore? then led to european union discussion, abt the impacts of EU formation. eh, i've learnt this in my global business environment. so at least can talk abit. came to know tt she hopes to find work in france after graduation from nus. same mindset as me, like politics, dislike singapore. only difference - i wan new york. i'll worship the statue of liberty. shop for armani exchange, gucci, gaps and stuff in 5th avenue, then picnic at niagara falls once every month. i'm dreaming again. who'll employ me in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shaf after work at novena den took mrt to khatib and taxied to a mosque. purpose - project work on islam. was met by a head of the mosque who entertained our questions and brought us around the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard have lunch at scotts b4 going to borders. left for movie at cineleisure. guess wat i watch? harry potter globet of fire. i must be crazy. shaf treated me so how can i reject? was totally sian when the initial part showed how a group of ppl can get to another place by flying. i hate such shows. unimaginable that ppl can fly. well though it's a movie, but i like non-fictional movie. just like how i hate fake stuff... almost dozed off when at least an interesting part motivated me to stay awake. the part when the competition that harry potter had to undergo started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched from 5 plus to 8pm. went kinokuniya. at a section selling pregnancy bk, i teased shaf by saying she's pregnant so she shld read. a woman opposite looked up at her and shaf rebutted by saying "no lah nonsense". can see embarassment on her face. ehahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had beverage at coffeebeans before heading to centrepoint where 2nd sis stumbled upon me. walked to plaza sing and followed her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car was discussing with mum where we shld go after mah attachment. list of decisions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- myanmar&lt;br /&gt;- vietnam&lt;br /&gt;- china&lt;br /&gt;- hong kong&lt;br /&gt;- hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hope i can visit hawaii. but if dun have the rest not bad too. shopping at myanmar and vietnam must be super cheap. but chick flu is an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also hope to go phuket and phi phi island-hopping diving tour with mei yin, wei cai and company. save up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113301871590764413?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113301871590764413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113301871590764413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/intl-affair-mosque-visit-harry-potter.html' title='intl affair, mosque visit, harry potter'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113283874376682694</id><published>2005-11-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:30:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splash</title><content type='html'>tdy's weather was pretty great. sunny after a few days of rain. if only i got time to go suntan. continue dreaming. how i wish i'm lying on tanjung beach, listening to the waves breaking onto the shore, slowly dying away and a new wave is reborn. reading away my novels which seem never ending while listening to groove coverage's album concurrently. then snatching a bottle of suntan oil from someone resting beside me, applying it incessantly. just to realise that i'm actually here at home sitting right in front of the stupid computer which i'll never fathom wat it's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day at office was busy tdy. rushing to complete project surveys so we can fax to schools islandwide. it seems tat weixin is taking 2 hours to fax a 7-page document to a mere 20 schools. can't imagine if i were to sit on the sofa in the fax room to fax, fax and fax! luckily i went for a break from 3 - 4pm. when i returned, i can't render my help to fax cos i still got some other logistics work to do in preparation for the coming genting trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying my best to schedule at least 7 coordinators for 848 students going genting. for the singapore - genting sector, i am still short of 1 coordinator. who shall i find? weixin is so shiok. can go bangkok for tourlead. had i not be the coordinator for genting trip, i would have been given the opportunity. i'm really apprehensive of 5th dec where i'll be stationed at tanjung kupang (after tuas checkpoint) to ensure all my 18 coaches go smoothly. guess my hp will burst on that day with teachers from 15 schools calling me for clarification or worse if it's complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timothy is so stingy. 5th of dec go genting, but 6th dec have to make a return trip to the office to continue working. this will be my first time to genting by private car - honda odyssey. heng got kennedy. or i'll be bored to death with timothy alone. hope there'll be accident. then 8th dec have to go up again at 3pm. this time serene and joyce will be going. yay... sadly, i'll have to be stationed at first world hotel lobby at 7.30am. sucks! the only worry is - can i sleep while timothy is driving? if i sleep will i be portraying myself as lazy? dilemma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on after work - i'm shaping myself up. cos if i dun, i'm growing out of shape. 'it's either shape up or shape out.' this is a frequent sentence told by my discipline mistress in my sec sch days. i always tot it was pretty true. if only i'm a discipline master. i'll make my students undertake tremendous stress. those who can't take it, shape out 'of the school'. no weakling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swam for multiple laps. couldn't rmb how many laps i've swum. tdy was a little disappointed simply because there were many ppl, more than ytd. and even though how badly i wanted to swim a 1.8m pool, it seems i'll never be able to do so if i swim at night. there are water aerobics going on every night in the adult pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who've managed to read every single word till here, u're indeed a patient person. reading wat i've ranted so far... is perhaps a challenge. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113283874376682694?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113283874376682694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113283874376682694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/splash.html' title='splash'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113267280608747615</id><published>2005-11-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:20:06.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/DSCN4027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/DSCN4027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, dun u all realise u all have grown wider in size?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113267280608747615?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113267280608747615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113267280608747615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-dear-dun-u-all-realise-u-all-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113267272209766971</id><published>2005-11-22T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:18:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/DSCN4024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/DSCN4024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's too engross in tasting and later on commenting perhaps?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113267272209766971?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113267272209766971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113267272209766971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-grandmas-too-engross-in-tasting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113267267232597706</id><published>2005-11-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:17:52.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/DSCN4023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/DSCN4023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food, glorious food... so fattening and to think i'm washing down my efforts of running 3.2km and walking 0.8km ytd into the drain:-(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113267267232597706?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113267267232597706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113267267232597706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-glorious-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113266888747538988</id><published>2005-11-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:14:47.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pon sch, jb shopping</title><content type='html'>was contemplating since last week whether i shld take mc for tdy or not. cos i skipped sch tdy jus to go jb with grandma, mum and both sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the class photo-taking session which would take place tdy. so no momento for my graduation next year. but hope there'll be another class photo-taking session on our graduation day. and i'm looking forward to prom night at hotel. but dunno if all my classmates are willing to fork out about 80 bucks for gala dinner which joyce told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left home at 11am plus and reached jb at 1pm plus. raining all day long. felt so wet for the whole day. had lunch at the food outlet in city square where sc, alvin, ken and i went b4. ate nasi ayam, same goes to grandma and mum. both sis ate maggi goreng. came to jb eat maggi for rm3.50 sia. but the maggi goreng got alot of ingredients. big sis managed to eat half a plate only. so in the end i takeover. was so damn bloody full man! my soya bean tasted thick enough for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went G2000 to see if got any shirts to buy. but all more ex than singapore. those cheap ones aren't nice or belongs to the 'ulu' brand. ended up with nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shop, shop and shop. i mean window shop. all are first-time shoppers in jb except me, and none of the goods are to our liking. i dun like jb although i came, but i jus wanna leave singapore for a while, even if it means a mere 1 day escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum went for a haircut at a salon beside jantzen. we saw the outcome of her hair. disaster for a woman. cos the hair looked like a "toilet bowl cover" as what my grandma described. still prefer kimage. even though it's only around rm30, but i think quality is still the most important factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went body shop to see wat to buy for mum's working partner cos she's migrating to canada. spotted on a bathtub bathing set which the salesgirl said costs only rm50 plus. when we went to the counter, the salegirl took out the items packaged as a whole and scanned the items one by one! and she could still say "oh the soap price has increased, as well as 'watever shit'!" then mum said dun wan already and i saw the change in the salesgirl's facial expression. whaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went adiddas (looked for my fav shirt i saw at citylink but dun have) and levi's (where i wanna buy shirts and bag but all were irks!). also saw bodygloves in which chiang mai also have. but too ex for malaysian quality. give me half price i also have to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took taxi to plaza pelangi. this shopping mall is even worse... so small and so empty. got cold storage and bata, buy and throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm. walked across the shopping mall to a seafood restaurant for dinner. ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, malt prawns, pandan vegetables, kampung chicken tonic soup, hotplate toufu and stir-fried kampung chicken with bittergourd. also white rice, peanuts and chrysanthemum tea. total only rm101. cheap like hell. but sadly there's no crabs available for order. only got flower crabs. but that's so small and won't satisfy our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left jb at 7pm plus. reached home at 9pm. tml still have to work. so sick. hope i can have time to do my projs. aiyo die liao. i'm behind schedule in administering my survey for itp projects. all thanks to timothy. say wanna ask if stb wanna add some questions so we can include stb name in the survey. even if there's no schs willing to fill out the survey, most to most i'm going to fill out all by myself. save on my effort to wait for replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to slp early tdy so i can recharge my weak body. tml going swimming. hope it won't rain. or else i have to go gym. god, pls bless me, though this is nothing significant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113266888747538988?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113266888747538988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113266888747538988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/pon-sch-jb-shopping.html' title='pon sch, jb shopping'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113239974753064108</id><published>2005-11-19T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T19:29:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emily rose</title><content type='html'>tot i got a free movie ticket in exchange for the tuna bread i prepared for 2nd sis. who knows in the end i had to pay additional bucks more than her when she took 10 bucks from my wallet in her custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was great, horrific. it told of the existence of real spirit within emily and how exorcism was undertaken to ward off the spirit, though powerless in the end. the priest was charged for negligence in failing to seek scientific medical treatment for emily, which was believed to have contributed to emily's death. for the first time, a spiritual account was testified in court, and later ruled in favour of the defendant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113239974753064108?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113239974753064108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113239974753064108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/emily-rose.html' title='emily rose'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113222694732963008</id><published>2005-11-17T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:21:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless me</title><content type='html'>see the advertisement banner above this entry? pls help me click so i can get paid, based on pay-per-click! but dunno how true it is. anyway no harm trying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis morning thunder was so impactful at 6am plus such that i got frightened out of my bed man! my aircon also kerna power shortage. but i continued slping cos eventually some1 will come and fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left office at 5pm instead of 6pm cos i hafta meet my indian airlines guests of 18 pax at golden landmark htl myself. i reached there at 5.30pm sharp, which was supposedly the pick-up time for my guests from chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was panicking cos i din see the guy whom we met on the first day of their tour on mon. i went up to the 2nd level and waited but to no avail. so i went down again. called kennedy who then advised me to approach the bell counter to inquire. was shocked when a malay bell boy told me they already left for the airport! wat? did i hear wrongly?? i almost fainted and they got a kind of lol on their face when they said "u're their guide right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to rush to the airport but i think no use oso lah. cos they surely know how to check-in. called kennedy to tell him then he can still ask wat time i reach there! timothy shld have let me leave the office earlier, instead of involving me in a discussion with edwin who'll be providing us the coach to genting this coming dec. sit and do nothing man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kennedy said nvm and asked me to go home. went jogging at bedok stadium. still have no courage to go gym. wanted to jog 7 rounds walk 3 rounds just like last mon but in the end ran only 6 rounds and my energy was totally depleted! how useless of me. but i'm sick of stadium seriously. shld go swimming this sat. but hate the tot of a crowded swimming pool where ppl are always in my way. if only i can have a private swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. after jogging i can have a hearty dinner. ate a plate of noodles. can't tolerate myself. i tot i was embarking on a slimming programme? totally unreachable. can only dream. must try self-induced vommiting just like wat weixin did. but i already promised my gd fren not to do it. but promise can always be broken am i right??? even though i'm not gd at doing it. hey guys pls dun *puke* when u read my last sentence. it's true to a certain extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113222694732963008?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113222694732963008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113222694732963008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/useless-me.html' title='useless me'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113215073823518063</id><published>2005-11-16T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:30:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spf youth seminar, broing sessions, jc kids</title><content type='html'>tdy i attended a youth seminar held at new phoenix park aka ministry of home affairs. initially i tot attending tis seminar wud be better than working. but it wasn't. cos when i searched the streetdirectory, i came to realise tat new phoenix park was in novena! b4 tt i still imagined it was a park with mani trees - a perfect serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there at abt 1.25pm. greeted by policemen man! they were so courteous and totally the opposite of wat i stereotyped them to be cocky initially. maybe only for tdy, cos they're trying to lure us ppl who attended the seminar to apply for spf scholarship! at the start of the seminar the officer could actually say we're here cos we're cream of the crops from our sch. i was a little "huh? cream of the crops?" i am only a business student from sp leh. nvr even get a scholarship from sch b4. but watever it is, i continued to listen to watever shit the officer has got to say, about homeland security. singapore so small, no need to protect lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell under the Bomb Explosion Intelligence Department (BEID) of sort so was under a police who was also quite courteous and knowlegeable. later got to know he was an spf scholar, now serving bond. he asked if i'm interested but i said no. then he asked again which one i'm interested! and i say MOE! he was like "oh u mean teaching?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we discussed abt the main factors causing the increase in youth crimes. my grp only got 9 ppl including me. all were from jcs. still in their 1st yr. so i was the oldest at 20, 3 - 4 yrs older than them. so malu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot they wud be vocal. who knows they were so quiet! i always tot jcs students shld be vocal. in the end i kept trying to start the conversation rolling and ltr some spoke, but so soft! hello guys? but i knew tis topic quite well cos i researched on youth crimes for my proj in yr 2 b4. peer influence, family background, media, community, schools etc are the main cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one stupid guy could even say let singaporeans have a chance to stay in prison for 1 day, but they'll pay for it of course. who will be so stupid as tat guy dunno fr which bloody jc to pay for a prison meal, and for a cell to live in! yeah maybe some who really got nothing to do. another officer could say maybe make it compulsory for all singaporeans. hey, u think ur prison very big huh, let alone our country size. and by doing so aren't we going to think the govt is out to terrorise us? wat will foreigners think of us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the discussion session went to see exhibitions. the facilitator kept explaining to us, and i have to like stand for bloody long hours. not even a seat available. i tot my grp was lucky to have such pretty facilitator, but turn out to be so long-winded. turn off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought us to have afternoon tea but no tea, no food, no nothing! cos all eaten up by other grps. i shldn't complain cos i'm eating vegetarian but wat about others who're not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last programme of the day - presentation cum dialogue session. luckily my grp dun have to present on the topics we discussed earlier. even if have to present i'm not presenting. cos no marks or awards. not even a cert of attendance for tdy's seminar. then it's dialogue session. some can really ask silly question as to "wat is the police role in dealing with external threat against s'pore?" dun they know the police is only responsible for internal threat, or wat i will call the homeland security? the saf is the one responsible for external threat mah. i wanted to lol on hearing the qns sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to end at 6pm, but dragged till 6.15pm! wasted 15 mins of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came out of the auditorium saw it was raining heavily outside. luckily i got umbrella. initially dun wanna bring but got a premonition it's going to rain. bye jc kids, be more attentive in class and dun ask silly qns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home i unpacked the goodies bag i got. there's a pen with laser pointer. so cool sia... tis is the only thing i considered a perk in attending the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml still have to work. only thu leh... still got fri and sat to go. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113215073823518063?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113215073823518063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113215073823518063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/spf-youth-seminar-broing-sessions-jc.html' title='spf youth seminar, broing sessions, jc kids'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197532518696775</id><published>2005-11-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:35:25.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040098.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040098.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid ice cream cone&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197532518696775?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197532518696775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197532518696775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-ice-cream-cone.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197517073106556</id><published>2005-11-14T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:32:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040078.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040078.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loving couple&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197517073106556?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197517073106556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197517073106556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/loving-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197514536684219</id><published>2005-11-14T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:32:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040076.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040076.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cheekys and sulker&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197514536684219?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197514536684219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197514536684219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/cheekys-and-sulker.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197499600558831</id><published>2005-11-14T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:29:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040148.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040148.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuting the melted cake &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197499600558831?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197499600558831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197499600558831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/cuting-melted-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197496148022184</id><published>2005-11-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:29:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040121.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040121.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swing the monkeys&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197496148022184?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197496148022184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197496148022184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/swing-monkeys.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197489048796505</id><published>2005-11-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:28:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040138.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040138.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nil&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197489048796505?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040140.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slide down...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197468310077858?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197468310077858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197468310077858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/slide-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197463561879356</id><published>2005-11-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:23:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040136.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040136.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rope where ken and naz fell&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197463561879356?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197463561879356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197463561879356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/rope-where-ken-and-naz-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197456264253793</id><published>2005-11-14T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:22:42.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040113.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quarry&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197456264253793?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197456264253793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197456264253793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/quarry.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197444360103431</id><published>2005-11-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:20:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040111.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outdoor classroom&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197444360103431?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197444360103431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197444360103431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/outdoor-classroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197438640717817</id><published>2005-11-14T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:19:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040107.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040107.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the les couple&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197438640717817?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197438640717817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197438640717817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/les-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197436900963120</id><published>2005-11-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:19:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040106.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040106.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observe my legs. the rude guy...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197436900963120?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197436900963120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197436900963120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/observe-my-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197433039720848</id><published>2005-11-14T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:18:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi ah lian&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197433039720848?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197433039720848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197433039720848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/oi-ah-lian.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197429626382851</id><published>2005-11-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:18:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040100.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040100.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice creams for breakfast&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197429626382851?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197429626382851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197429626382851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/ice-creams-for-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197424777799629</id><published>2005-11-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:17:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040086.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040086.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas trees light-up along orchard road&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197424777799629?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197424777799629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197424777799629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-trees-light-up-along-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197419836937180</id><published>2005-11-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:16:38.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040082.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040082.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;west coast park&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197419836937180?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197419836937180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197419836937180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/west-coast-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197415208628974</id><published>2005-11-14T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:15:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/640/P1040071.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/70/2281/320/P1040071.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;west coast park with blocked views&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197415208628974?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197415208628974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197415208628974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/west-coast-park-with-blocked-views.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113197347273755655</id><published>2005-11-13T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:10:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car trip, summon, work</title><content type='html'>it's monday again. sigh. but tml can go sch... i'm so happi. just now went jogging after work from 6.55pm to 7.25pm. ran 7 rounds and walked 2 rounds of bedok stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more on last sat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left home at 1 pm plus and drove to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;marina south&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with ken. played monkey bar there cos still can't pick naz up cos she's having proj meeting with leiyeng. we left for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suntec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and reached there at 2 plus, then drove to her hse to take barang barang which include tents and mats for our 1 night camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mee siam time as we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shaf's hse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for hari raya visiting. her mum's a great cook, and i just relish the taste of her mee siam goreng, mee siam, and nasi lemak especially. since these are the only main dish i've tried b4, and they were great. mr abdul sukor came back and told us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;summon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; auntie was downstairs and we knew we were being summoned. there goes our 30 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5.30pm, we left for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;west coast park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. took AYE and exited at no. 9, travelled along clementi road to get there. to my disappointment, the park was so full of bloody ppl which i think a park shldn't be and there were carnivals ongoing. the shoreline was being fenced up and i couldn't see the sea and sunset, which was my objective of being at west coast park. kept walking aimlessly along the park cos bahnu kept pushing us to walk. finally we u-turn and had a drink at mcdonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mt faber's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; our next destination at 8 plus and we saw a big christmas tree being lighted up on the way up the hill. the altivo bar is now under renovation and is due to open soon i guess. we shall have a gathering one day there cos the view is fantastic. so guys, save up now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;macritchie reservoir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 9 pluswhere the most strenuous activity of the day took place. we walked into the darkness of the jungles and a trail where the reflection of trees from the water surface made me imagined it was a cliff such that my legs wobbled uncontrollably. only made my head giddy. naz got angry when we kept nagging at the endlessness of the trail and we u-turn again haha. busty shaf could shout like no body's business when i tried to overtake her to make her walk alone behind. why? scared ghost huh. weakling hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove along &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;orchard rd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the christmas lights have been lighted up. but i din find them special. maybe cos every year also see. only lights mah. nothing special. busty shaf can even get delighted on seeing ice cream cone decors. dunno y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conrad hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 12mn to use the restroom and to pick sc up. it's her birthday! 13 nov 2005 (1986).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next? my favourite haunt: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;old changi hospital&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. but not scary liao cos i've been there umpteen times. while we were there at 1am plus, there was a group of ppl who kept following behind us. more like an irritant sial~ kept finding at exit which would hopefully lead us to the west side of OCH so we can locate the mortuary but to no avail. mission failed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supper at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bedok market&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, where sis, cousin and i went for dinner the day b4. sc said bedok mkt not nice cos we ate there b4 and it's not nice. but i told her that particular stall is nice. i ate 1 egg (1.20 bucks) and 1 kosong (60 cents) roti prata. drank also a big cup of bandung. the biggest cup of bandung we've ever drank for only 1 buck haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt we went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;geylang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see prostitutes. only sc and i got down the car to see-see look-look. we even acted like 'those' ppl. then sc and i went into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fragrance hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and sat at the lobby cos we wanna see the type of ppl who check-in. some were ah pek, some at young at 28 nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;changi beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; planning to tent there. ok nvm. we parked at a carpark adjacent to changi ferry terminal. when deciding where to pitch, couldn't make up our mind cos the soil are wet and grasses were long. so many trees. naz initially was still oblivious of the sea facing us until i told her the sea is in front. drove to the next carpark, but still the site isn't good. bloody bz finding a good place. at the 3rd carpark, we finally settled down at 5am. now the only problem is setting up the tent. took 15 mins to get ready, move it further to the beach. ken decided to sleep in the car. it's a good idea too haha since he's like a giant. once naz, shaf and sc and i took our slping position, we heard innumerable thunder. thot it was going to rain, and it will then be fun man! but when i opened my eyes, it was 9 am plus shining brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more on ytd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11 am plus, we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;parkway parade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch at banquet. i ate prawn mee. after tt we went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;giant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to shop for our picnic groceries. ken and i discreetly went to buy birthday cake and met up again with them. sc's eye got infected due to contact lense and finally took out. could see the contact lense melting after putting into the cyber case filled with soln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a hike at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bukit timah nature reserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and had a great exercise. walked up to dunno wat hindedere *tek tek* nature park and then to a playground where we walked along a rope. i jumped and both naz and ken fell. ken got stuck and scratched his whitish leg haha. then slide down a tube as we posed for some pictures. returned to the visitor centre and this time we hiked up to the summit. i encountered the steepest slope of my lifetime man! busty shaf couldn't take it anymore and rested at a pavilion. bust may be too heavy. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 4pm plus, we went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentosa's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; palawan beach for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;picnic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. cut the cake and then it's bread eating session with our tuna - chilli, sambal and mayonnaise. chilli was the best!! got potato chips as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating i started to get tired. we left at 7pm. dropped naz first followed by shaf. sc, ken and i continued to ecp for rounding. but while sc went to 7 eleven, naz called saying she left her purse in the car. so i decided to leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 8 plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113197347273755655?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197347273755655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113197347273755655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/car-trip-summon-work.html' title='car trip, summon, work'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113171193685177470</id><published>2005-11-11T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:27:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tourleading, on diet, mee siam, weekend</title><content type='html'>tml is sat but hafta wake up at 5am cos hafta leave home at 6am for fort canning lodge to meet up with indonesian group of students who will be going to take 0745 ferry from harbourfront back to batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be doing this all alone. very scared will do something wrong. but heng only 16 pax. timothy gave me 15 bucks to take taxi from home so i dun have to take train. even if i wan to take train oso cannot cos not in operation yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon going bedok market with sis and cousin for dinner. very hungry le. only ate i pancake for lunch and drank 1 cup of soya bean milk cos i'm going on diet! can't allow myself to put on more weight. just now reached home only ate 1 pear which timothy gave. still got 2 left. but die liao cos going on car trip on sat and sun with ken, shaf, naz and sc. sure put on more weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weixin and i are skipping our lunch starting yesterday cos we've embarked on our diet exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i already plan my "Shedding Weight" plan. that is every mon, thu and sat go exercise. gym, stadium, ecp for inline skating, swimming are the four alternatives. but sadly, i have no determination when it comes to physical well-being. cannot slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk where should we go on sat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shaf's hse to eat mee siam - yummie....&lt;br /&gt;*west coast park to watch sunset&lt;br /&gt;*mount faber&lt;br /&gt;*macritchie reservoir&lt;br /&gt;*old changi hospital&lt;br /&gt;*changi village supper&lt;br /&gt;*tent at ecp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bukit timah nature reserve&lt;br /&gt;*buy groceries for picnic, and yes plus a birthday cake for sc and shaf&lt;br /&gt;*picnic at either sembawang or labrador park&lt;br /&gt;*after picnic impromptu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;activities are so packed. do we have enough time? if only we have 24 hours a day during working day and 48 hours a day during 'play' day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113171193685177470?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113171193685177470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113171193685177470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/tourleading-on-diet-mee-siam-weekend.html' title='tourleading, on diet, mee siam, weekend'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113162929185830230</id><published>2005-11-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:25:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on leave: next wednesday</title><content type='html'>tdy timothy received a letter from lucas, the manager of industry services of SP, seeking mah boss' approval to let me off for next wed to attend police seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i acted blur2, and replied saying "i tot my off day is on tue?" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shiok. timothy said he wondered how come the seminar will take up one full day, cos there isn't any time indicated on the letter. but i know that it is from only 1.30pm to 6pm. actually it's quite long lah but most probably i'll leave earlier if opportunities arise. but surely nothing is impossible. cos i believe it is possible, for me to leave earlier than the time stipulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress' impending, cos many projects to do liao. got itp project, understanding cross cultural diversity and business planning. finally completed designing questionnaire for itp proj but must let timothy have a look first b4 i disseminate to school principals. but i know they won't mail back, so i am prepared to complete the questionnaire myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheck hoon's finally coming to see us tml. dunno wat she's up to this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went raffles city's food junction had dinner with sis just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113162929185830230?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113162929185830230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113162929185830230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-leave-next-wednesday.html' title='on leave: next wednesday'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113145522842317094</id><published>2005-11-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:11:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>communication barrier</title><content type='html'>ever wonder how does it feels like when you're the one who always try to keep the conversation flowing, while the other party just simply did nothing, or even bother to answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i feel. it's a bad feeling i can say. why does he have to be like this? we face each other almost everyday, every week. without him i can't live on. i feel isolated. i am lost. without him i can't continue my studies, cos i wouldn't get the right things done. but why am i always the one to approach him first? why can't he approach me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i detach myself from him? but if i do so, will my life be meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can blame no one, not god, not friends, not my families, and certainly not HIM and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we're different in many ways. whenever he speaks, i just can't understand wat he's trying to tell me, even though i tried very hard to figure it out. sometimes i feel nervous touching him. he is so hard, but so insensitive. when i hit him cos he provoked me, he din care to express his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can be so near to each other, but we can never be forever. i'll be deceiving myself if i did so. cos we're really different. different in species; we fall under different scientific classification. i'm a living creature, while he is not, even though he resides in a corner of my living room. this bloody computer of mine is slowing down. but i do hope he can stay by my side longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why should i even use "he"? so that you ppl who may be wondering something not right with me upon reading this entry will fall into a state of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i can understand his language, my blog wouldn't look so plain. hai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113145522842317094?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113145522842317094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113145522842317094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/communication-barrier.html' title='communication barrier'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113137039552912257</id><published>2005-11-07T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:50:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time handling tour group</title><content type='html'>at 12nn wei xin and i left for riverview hotel to greet a group of 21 tourists from india, just landed in singapore. we left the office without any clear instruction from timothy. i should say none, as he always did. even if he does, his instructions are blurred cos he simply can't make out wat he wans to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was handed down only a sheet of paper containing their names and also a sheet of their itinerary. on arriving riverview hotel, the group has yet to arrive and i thanked god cos i thot we're going to be late and kena scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my travel experience, i approached the duty manager and handed him the list of names, and there he came with stacks of keycards for my guests and breakfast vouchers. he told me to check if the child are above 12, cos if above 12 have to charge. but i just said treat them as below 12 and they aren't having a bed by themselves anyway. he even told me there'll be no breakfast vouchers for child sharing with the parents. wat the hell!? u expect the children to go without breakfast for 5 days??? i called raj to tell him and he then called up the reservation dept of riverview hotel. ok nvm, this matter settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we sat and waited for about half and hour b4 they arrived. i sat in the lobby lounge cos got cushion seats and cnn to watch instead of sitting at the tour desk, which wei xin was sitting. then i heard the roar of bus engine and i walked out to greet the indian guests. they were demanding. very scary. but i can't let them know i'm an amateur. they asked us to unload the luggage from the bus. don't they know we're not the bellboys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid old bellboy of riverview hotel could actually busied himself over nothing until i alerted him to carry down all the luggage at once. he was tardy i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;one indian couple requested their room to be next to another room to be occupied by his family members and i was saying OMG in my heart. and there came other room changing requests as well. since i'm not the one in-charge of assigning the room and neither do i know of any room availability, i brought them to the front desk and they have to settle there! not settle with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next commotion: itinerary. there was a discrepancy in the programme handed to them while they were in india and the programme we planned, which we just handed to them. they said they were supposed to visit night safari tonight, but our itinerary is planned in such a way that they'll only visit on fri. dun they know itinerary are always subject to changes??? bloody lot of amateur travellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;weixin was kena these qns: "Why are we having dinner at the same restaurant every night?" and "Aren't lunch included?" I dunno how she replied cos i was at the front desk haha. heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one indian guy asked me how long to get to mustafa. I said 15 mins by taxi. he was shocked. then one bellboy said 10 mins. the indian guy heard wrongly and remarked "5 mins?" the bellboy replied in a  sarcarstic way "nonono, 5 mins the taxi driver will be summoned!" hahaha. i laughed with the bellboy sial~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then the group asked me where to take a river cruise. then i quickly took some river cruise brochures from the brochure rack which i just noticed and handed to them saying there's more information in the brochure and for direction wise, ask from the front office when u're about to go there. save myself once more hehe. but whenever any problem arises in a hotel, just push to front desk as a rule of thumb. poor front desk ppl, and i tot of sc in conrad, xingyi and cheryl in fullerton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last the guests went up to their rooms and we left. we had lunch at ppl's park centre at 2 plus and then went to furama centre's vietlink to chat with wanling and another gal from class 13. chatted till about 3 before we took train from clarke quay and back to office at 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in the office, i prepared a questionnaire for analysing the needs of schools (which i called the needs assessment) that will aid in my ITP project. came up with only 12 qns so far, but i think shldn't be too long or my respondents will most probably insert it into the paper shredding machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the office at 6 plus and met ken for dinner at bedok market. he helped me buy contact lense soln and i paid RM37 for 2 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;reached home at 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml going for ns medical check-up. wat a lonely day. i fear loneliness. but sometimes i need to feel lonely in order to appreciate my frens more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:nite@X"&gt;nite@X&lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113137039552912257?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113137039552912257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113137039552912257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/1st-time-handling-tour-group.html' title='1st time handling tour group'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113125885669951940</id><published>2005-11-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:20:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gala Dinner @ Meritus Mandarin</title><content type='html'>(Happi b'dae shaf - one of the two greatest pundek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for NUS Business School gala dinner ytd with my colleagues at Meritus Mandarin. met wei xin at somerset at 7pm then walked there to meet up with serene and joyce. we went up 6 level to the ballroom first. timothy (and his girl) and kennedy came later. we sat at table no. 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner was a grand one of course but i almost dozed off listening to speeches delievered by the dean of nus - christopher early. timothy, kennedy and i asked for beer - got to drink for free - and the dinner only started at 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml hafta work again haiz. tue going for medical check-up so can't go to school. i miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113125885669951940?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113125885669951940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113125885669951940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/gala-dinner-meritus-mandarin.html' title='Gala Dinner @ Meritus Mandarin'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113094685862140330</id><published>2005-11-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:54:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Orchard</title><content type='html'>tdy i got my pay cheque. it was $390. i wondered why so little and found out that my boss factored in sunday as working day as well. i was short-change of $20, and i wasn't feeling too good. so when he returned to office i brought up the matter to him. immediately he replied saying he calculated my allowance by mistake (as i've said, he factored in sunday as a working day, so my S$550 is divided by more days; instead of lesser days which will then reap a higher pay per day). if i didn't tell him that means he will zip his mouth? hey my maths aren't tt poor and goes to my HR as well so dun u cheat me. in the end he paid me additional 20 bucks in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not tt i wan to argue over 20 bucks even though it's like peanuts to me, but i only earn 23 bucks per day, so 20 bucks are almost equivalent to my pay per-day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work went to meet up with mum, grandma and cousins for dinner at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially wanted to dine at East Ocean Restaurant which i tot was at taka. so i brought them there, but found out it was not there. and i could still insist that it was there when big sis said it was at lido earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we went Crystal Jade La Mien Xiao Long Bao instead, which was on mum's treat. once we sat down and order, i realised why we didn't go Ding Tai Fung @ paragon instead. afterall i only ate once in taipei which was back in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rather full since i ate bryani at komala's restaurant for lunch, so the dinner didn't really whet my appetite. i tried the cold noodles, yet i felt like puking cos i was really very full. but those tasted said it was nice. it was spicy &amp; sour, n i managed to finish it. still got other dim sum... total bill? only $140 for 7 ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went coffeebeans for beverage b4 returning home at 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113094685862140330?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113094685862140330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113094685862140330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/dinner-at-orchard.html' title='Dinner at Orchard'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113082142836248425</id><published>2005-11-01T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:03:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>finally it's nov and tdy is deepavali, and i am relishing the moments i am at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work i went orchard with ken to buy trousers at G2k. costs me almost 50 bucks after discount. then went for dinner at Food Republic. i drank lotus seed soup ($4.05) and soya milk ($1.35), ate tahu goreng ($3.50), total $9 for a stupid dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked at ngee ann city b4 i went city hall to meet sis and returned to bedok and met up with yong quan.  grandma came with bee hoon and curry chicken. could have called us earlier so i dun have to spend on my dinner earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left at almost 10pm by taxi to grand copthorne hotel and proceed to zouk. but instead of queuing at the zouk line, we queued velvet underground's line instead. then esther and her fren edmund came about 15mins into our arrival. was so shocked that she really wore st. john's uniform for halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came mediacorp's cameramen who shot at some of the best make-up for the ghostly night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but b4 we could enter, yong quan was stopped by a person who wanted to look at his ic. why din the guy asked for my ic as well? i'm below 21 yrs old too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we took taxi to chinablack as well. we din wan to re-queue for zouk which admits guests 18yrs and above cos the queue was damn bloody the long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily there weren't many ppl queuing at CB by the time we arrive at 11.45pm lidat. i drank vodka cranberry. it was superb haha. then proceed to the dancefloor and danced till 1 plus b4 having corona beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pulled up by yong quan onto the platform to dance and one bloody fucking guy or gal standing on an even higher platform kept knocking onto my head. felt like @#$%* pushing them off man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we returned home at 1.40am and reached home at 2 plus. slept after bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml gonna work again and thu will be off again. but the tot of next week bores me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113082142836248425?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113082142836248425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113082142836248425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-night.html' title='The Halloween Night'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113064557309634400</id><published>2005-10-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:12:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of the week</title><content type='html'>Tdy's the last day of the week. nothing significant happened. managed to plan an itinerary for a group of geography students to sunshine coast and gold coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timothy went kl on thu and so there isn't much work for us to do. kennedy let us off 1 hours earlier. so good eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also on thu went G2000 and TopMan to take a look at some of the formal wear for gala dinner next sat but am still deciding whether to buy or not. if i buy, it will cost me bloody 59 bucks. but i'm saving $$ for car trip, and so many frens having their bdae in november. but guess will only celebrate for those who are out with me on their bdae, out of convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i got to watch Deuce Bigalow on friday with sis at cineleisure. tot i won't have to pay, but in the end i gave in 10 bucks sial, which also included a jumbo hotdog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat sucks cos i went to the office just to do nothing. sat at the computer planning for my planned hk trip next yr in march instead, and chatted on the msn. the 2 bosses aren't present at all. shouldn't have come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr shld i go lunch with both my sis and grandma or shld i stay at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml gonna attend genting trip briefing for 12 schools so have to wear fucking formal attire. at night going orchard then zouk cos it's halloween night. i won't say going with who now... keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am looking forward to rest day on tue and thu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113064557309634400?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113064557309634400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113064557309634400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-day-of-week.html' title='Last day of the week'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113033078437726567</id><published>2005-10-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:46:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Bugis</title><content type='html'>Tdy went Chariot Travels at Bras Basah Complex with Serene to settle our debts at 12nn. Can see that Kesavan is such a disorganised person in handling accounts such that Raj even shook his head haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I dun have to go one but Timothy wanted to avoid ERP charges so asked me to bring Serene there since I got go there B4. Wat da hell! And the thought that we cannot reimburse trsp. cost made my blood boil! But luckily I got mrt concession pass and me not going anywhere after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so could we finally leave. Went MayBank to deposit $$ then passed by Sunny Holidays and took a peep but meiyin, kailing and weicai were not there. maybe they have yet to return from BKK.  Feel like opening a MayBank a/c cos need only $10 to open an a/c but must maintain at least $200 per month in the a/c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at Bugis Junction. I ate curry chicken with white rice and roti john. was very full even till now my stomach was feeling unwell. costed me $8.60 in total for a bloody lunch sia~ to think I only earn 3 bucks an hour, and my allowance for a month can only buy at most 500 packs of Tong Garden peanuts (with bulk purchase discount)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked till 3pm before heading back to office, reaching at 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a reporting plan for schools for coming genting trip. luckily I was out-station just now cos when I returned I saw weixin doing a brochure which kennedy wanted me to do. lala... can see her face really fucked up cos timothy wasn't really please about her masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i acted busy but actually i've completed the reporting plan long ago haha. opps shit! am i supposed to write such things here? i am risking my life ~ But one  thing for sure is that i will never visit my blog in the office. and no one will know that i'm a regular blogger *undercover*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113033078437726567?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113033078437726567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113033078437726567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/lunch-at-bugis.html' title='Lunch at Bugis'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-113004280042278632</id><published>2005-10-23T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:46:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEA Village Dinner</title><content type='html'>More on yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some housekeeping before settling down to read the Rape of Nanking till it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with ken at Raffles City first, where there was a fashion show. Shaf then came to meet us, followed by Naz. We walked under scorching hot sun to Plaza Singapura to see the movie listings but little interested us. We continued further to Cineleisure, after resting at a foodcourt, but the timing at Cathay Cineplex sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Heeren's Flash and Splash where the two pundeks forced me to try on 4 Ripcurl's beach shorts. And each costs $89!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sentosa's Palawan Beach and sat for an hour or so before heading for S.E.A Village Restaurant for our dinner. Today's dinner treat was on Shaf. For about $15 per person, one just couldn't ask for a higher quality food. But I would say it was just alright. Ate spagheti, chicken drumsticks, steamboat, gada-gado, pastries etc. The cashier kept coming to ask for settlement of bills and I had to say "We'll settle our bills later ok!!!". Then he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner came a night walk up Mount Imbiah and the Dragon Trail. We did not have torchlight with us, so we used our mobile phones instead. The road was in total darkness. This was not the worst. The worst was when shaf stepped onto my slippers and one of the strap torn. My goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to have a drink at Coffeebeans but was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Harbourfront wanted to find a coffeehouse but was preparing to close as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I bought a pair of slippers at Baleno for $12. It looked so funky and irks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train home, I completed reading the Rape of Nanking. I reached home at 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml's gonna work again and kennedy asked me to create a website for T Konnections. I hate doing this. Tml also have to woek on a brochure. Hope Saturday will soon come again. But I know I am dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-113004280042278632?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113004280042278632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/113004280042278632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/sea-village-dinner.html' title='SEA Village Dinner'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112989829124682686</id><published>2005-10-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:38:11.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/nanking4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/nanking4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women being thrust up her vagina after being raped&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112989829124682686?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989829124682686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989829124682686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/women-being-thrust-up-her-vagina-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112989757313882679</id><published>2005-10-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:26:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/nanking3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/nanking3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape victims&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112989757313882679?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989757313882679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989757313882679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/rape-victims.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112989755154994718</id><published>2005-10-21T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:25:51.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/nanking2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/nanking2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese about to be beheaded&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112989755154994718?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989755154994718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989755154994718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/chinese-about-to-be-beheaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112989752290873861</id><published>2005-10-21T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:25:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/nanking1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/nanking1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent 'heads' of Chinese being beheaded&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112989752290873861?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989752290873861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989752290873861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/innocent-heads-of-chinese-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112989673549286687</id><published>2005-10-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:19:08.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid to read + nap</title><content type='html'>Time flies at lightning speed today. Probably because the whole day at work was free at leisure. I wouldn't say work today, because there isn't really any work, mostly to send emails to schools to promote my company's ability to provide ground arrangements for incoming overseas students, which I managed to complete within 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better is that two bosses aren't around today, so it's pleasure time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued reading on Rape of Nanking, and bet it or not, I am completing the book within these 3 days! Once I'm tired of reading, I rested my head on the table for a short nap. Then continued reading again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey back in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through today's reading, I realised that the Japs were rather scheming as deciphered in their attempts to hide the gruelling treatments of the Chinese in their occupation at Nanking; of men, women and children being bayoneted. The main reason why they attempted to hide the truth was to prevent the possibility of an uproar by other nations, that their means of takeover was through inhumane ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japs pasted posters depicting a handsome Jap soldier carrying a child with his parents expressing gratitude for the food supplies provided by the Japs. Such deceiving posters were even dropped from the aircraft flown by the Japs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some heroic westerners such as Bates, who were from the Nazi Party, established a Safe Zone where the Chinese seeked refuge. Even though Germany was an ally of Japan, Bates did not see the need to stand on the Jap side. He was able to prevent the Japs from killing him and those under his care by establishing himself as a German and with his Red Swastika Cross on his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the spring of 1938, mass massacres finally came to a halt, even though killings of those who protested or in the way of the Japs still continued. From then on, the Japs had begun to tighten the ingress and egress of foreigners (mainly the westerners from the U.S. and Europe), so that as little information and other supporting evidences on Jap's act of brutality would be made known to other nations (including Japan itself) through press coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder even till today, one could still see hatred towards Japan in the eyes of China, for the many innocent Chinese that perished at the realms of the Japs go a long way for justification to be made possible. And no wonder I never really liked Japan since the days of my history class, even though I never liked China too. But afterall, it is such inhuman act by the Japs that I condemn unrelated to nationality (be it China or whichever countries I detest), and never shall such act be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In history, the past is linked to the present, and what had happened in the last decade or century may well happen once more in the next decade or century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was eating vegetarian today, lunch was at Komala's restaurant, since it was the only vegetarian food establishment I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the office at almost 4pm, and chatted with my colleagues and browsed through eBay and Singapore Auction for some of the gimmicks on Armani Exchange apparels and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued reading again and I was too tired and napped for 20 minutes again, before reading for another 15 minutes. Just nice as I closed the book, it was time to leave and I went to the toilet in preparation for my 45 minutes train journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saturday and I am looking forward to dinner at SEA Village with ken and my two pundeks. Oops, yes pundeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will see my workloads piling since Timothy will be back from Melbourne. Kennedy even called to say that on Monday I'll have to prepare brochures. What a nonsense?! No more slack time at the office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112989673549286687?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989673549286687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112989673549286687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/paid-to-read-nap.html' title='Paid to read + nap'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112972486666303809</id><published>2005-10-19T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:32:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid to read</title><content type='html'>Once I reached the office at 9.30am, I checked my results and to my surprise, I scored no C whoo. Scoring a B for web publishing was a paradox indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the day, I was reading "Rape of Nanking". The book depicted how brutal the Japanese soldiers were in their mass massacre of the Chinese in Nanking (now known as Nanjing), after they conquered Shanghai. Not only were the prisoners lined up along the Yangtze River and shot dead, women of ages 12 to 80 were raped and killed subsequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reasons why the Japs were engaging in such cruelty was to end the problems that had arisen due to food shortage. By saying this, I refer to the problems faced internally (within Japan itself), as well as externally (in mainland China).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internally, the Japanese population were growing at a speed of lightning, and even though its land had been pushed to the maximum for agricultural purposes, they were nevertheless insufficient to ensure the survival of the Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Externally, there was an inadequate supply of food resources to feed tens of thousands of prisoners in mainland China, such that the best alternative to end their hunger and the consequences that followed was to end their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I felt that the Chinese were partly to be blamed for their lack of determination to fight against a foreign enemy. With the number of ammunition and other warfare equipments more than double the Japs, it is apparent that they were not utilised to their optimum level. But of course air superiority that was bestowed on the Japs certainly meant that they were in an advantageous position, with its aircraft releasing bombs on major cities in mainland China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiang Kai Shek, then a nationalist leader, was appalled by the fall of Nanking to Japan, and ordered his troops to retreat at once. From then on, we see the Japanese building their empire in mainland China. And after I see that the Japanese were building their empire in mainland China, I have been counting down to the end of a work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the office sharp at 6pm, concluding a day of silence reading session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112972486666303809?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112972486666303809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112972486666303809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/paid-to-read.html' title='Paid to read'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112944810643023618</id><published>2005-10-16T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:35:06.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at home</title><content type='html'>Tdy is sunday, and it's a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest industry update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting next year in February, P&amp;O's Pacific Sky will welcome passengers on board for a 7-night cruise to Malaysia and Thailand (Koh Samui). Prices are A$1,670 and above on a twin-share basis. It's really tempting, for a new caucasian ship will be based in Singapore. I found out abt it ytd at Parkway Parade, and searched for more info on P&amp;O's web. But I will most probably visit Hong Kong Disneyland after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml's monday! Fucking monday to saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GM's flying to Brisbane tonight. So there'll only be a floor mgr - Kennedy around. Hope we can slack for next week, as he'll be back a week later. Tml have to go Woodgrove primary school collect payment for end-of-year bangkok choir trip my company is handling. waste of my time only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112944810643023618?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112944810643023618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112944810643023618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-at-home.html' title='Sunday at home'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112938907229910947</id><published>2005-10-15T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:11:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Day at Work</title><content type='html'>Today's saturday, and I am working from 9.30am - 1pm. Rather easy today, just accompany gm go chariot travels, our agent who does ticketing for us, to collect a receipt. Then helped him look for vacuum cleaner bag for National model MC-3900. Went to Best Denki and Carrefour in Plaza Singapura but both did not carry the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to office at 11plus to continue working on my assignment - Genting International Band Festival logistics. Gonna be away in Genting from 5 - 9 Dec with 848 participants from various schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I met up with Ken and Naz impromptu, where I had my lunch at Raffles City. The curry chicken noodle was way too oily and I felt guilty slurping the noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Conrad Hotel to peep at SC, and saw her at the front desk. But she didn't notice us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus no. 36 to Orchard Road. At Takashimaya, we watched the sports fashion show before doing some shopping and proceeded to wisma atria. Ken had dinner here. He was supposed to start work at 5pm but shifted to 7pm so as to accompany us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for bus no. 36 for so long to transport us to Parkway Parade. Ken went to work thereafter. Naz and I had our dinner here. The Phad Thai dish was superb, for only four bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to ECP and sat on the seashore. Chated for about 1 hour plus and I managed to learnt how to write Nazreen Bahnu in Indian language within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 9.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml's sunday, and monday will soon come. Work, work and more work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112938907229910947?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112938907229910947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112938907229910947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/6th-day-at-work.html' title='6th Day at Work'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112912191741705683</id><published>2005-10-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:12:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day at Work</title><content type='html'>I'm counting the days to last day of work. There are still 20 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss school days alot. I miss the laughter of my class, the boisterous environment of a foodcourt, or even that of an ongoing lecture. Of my classmates gossiping how bad a teacher can be, and waiting anxiously for the return of test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2130 yesterday. I was indeed tired, and even dreamt of my deceased grandpa. Even though I am free of assignments once I return home, still I detest working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is like doing a TAM or CM project, where I am unwilling to leave my place for a little breath elsewhere, be it in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth brought me to United Square for lunch. I wouldn't know how to get there alone. There aren't many stalls in the foodmall. Rather disappointing given the efforts of having to walk there.&lt;br /&gt;Why is tml only thursday? Why I hate thursday now? The answer is simple I guess. Cos sat is still a working day. And I can look forward only to sunday. But when sunday comes, my mood will sink again, for monday will soon come after sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though working is rather gruelsome, I will try to develop a liking for it. Cos i'll be working for 30 years later when I enter the working society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, everyday I enter my workplace, I am fully geared towards accomplishing my mission of the day. Please provide me the strength to accomplish my mission to the best of my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life all about working? I hope it isn't......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112912191741705683?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freeloadmp3.com/' title='3rd Day at Work'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112912191741705683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112912191741705683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/3rd-day-at-work.html' title='3rd Day at Work'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112895018390195208</id><published>2005-10-10T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:16:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day at Work</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 0730. lost sleep ytd cos very anxious. Reached office at 0920. Only got 6 ppl in total including me and weixin. bored to death cos have to face same old ppl day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a shock when Timothy the GM asked us to make cold calls to schools to see if they are interested in next yr's international music festival in brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken came to meet me for lunch. aww... on my first day of work... ate lor mee at novena square's foodcourt. forgot to tell vendor not to add garlic. now my mouth stinks!!! if only i can burp in front of pundek and let her smell cos she likes it so much right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss schooling tdy. same feeling as that when i left sec sch. but the intensity is greater now cos i really love my poly days. can't wait for sch to reopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it'll be another working day. and i'll work like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112895018390195208?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freeloadmp3.com/' title='First Day at Work'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112895018390195208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112895018390195208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-day-at-work.html' title='First Day at Work'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112884106529991091</id><published>2005-10-09T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:57:46.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar-out</title><content type='html'>ytd i watched Into the Blue with meiyin and sharlene. the show almost bored me to death. all abt hunting for treasures underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7 plus, we arrived at raffles place mrt and met up with sc. went lau pa sat for dinner. ordered stingray, cockles, fried you tiao and kangkong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 9pm, we went to meet cheryl at raffles mrt and headed for harry's bar. meiyin, sharlene and i ordered 1/2 pint of edinger beer each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xingyi came to join us and shortly, we moved on to the lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the lighthouse, we ordered brandy plus a mixture of other gassy drinks like sprite, ginger, coke and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played little india games as well as truth or dare. wat we asked and answered in truth or dare were something personal to us so i shan't describe them. and i got a shock to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our topic of the day revolved around ITP. many find it a dread but hope we'll get a good boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1 plus, we went fullerton hotel, merlion and walked to conrad hotel where we finally sat down and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3, dad drove me home from conrad hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml work's starting and i am really worried about it. i am asking why am i worried. i am worried about not being able to get along with my colleagues, that it'll be stressful, and a nasty boss. for 5 months i'll be stuck with t konnections. cheryl told me not to brood over it. maybe i shld do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's worse is that i'll have to wake up at 7.30am everyday. a shitty feeling within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate working. study is best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112884106529991091?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112884106529991091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112884106529991091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/bar-out.html' title='Bar-out'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867518186166667</id><published>2005-10-07T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:53:01.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1040028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1040028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch on last day on kenneth the hubba dog unwilling...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867518186166667?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867518186166667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867518186166667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/lunch-on-last-day-on-kenneth-hubba-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867508684335437</id><published>2005-10-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:51:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030600.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030600.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mitsubishi Lancer that brought us on a tour&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867508684335437?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867508684335437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867508684335437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/mitsubishi-lancer-that-brought-us-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867471069808123</id><published>2005-10-07T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:45:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030987.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030987.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha at the Golden Triangle&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867471069808123?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867471069808123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867471069808123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/buddha-at-golden-triangle.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867466314274971</id><published>2005-10-07T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:44:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030960.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030960.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Triangle&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867466314274971?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867466314274971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867466314274971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/golden-triangle.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867460175314313</id><published>2005-10-07T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:43:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030937.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030937.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padong Village&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867460175314313?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867460175314313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867460175314313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/padong-village.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867456600655312</id><published>2005-10-07T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:42:46.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030936.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030936.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long neck women at Padong Village, Myanmar&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867456600655312?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867456600655312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867456600655312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-neck-women-at-padong-village.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867451946940606</id><published>2005-10-07T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:41:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030911.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030911.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tachileik Shwedagon Pagoda, Myanmar&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867451946940606?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867451946940606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867451946940606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/tachileik-shwedagon-pagoda-myanmar.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867445247930478</id><published>2005-10-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:40:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030905.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030905.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Union of Myanmar&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867445247930478?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867445247930478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867445247930478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/union-of-myanmar.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867438993521738</id><published>2005-10-07T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:39:49.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030883.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030883.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenery landscape at Chiang Rai&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867438993521738?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867438993521738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867438993521738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/greenery-landscape-at-chiang-rai.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112867415529793263</id><published>2005-10-07T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:35:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/P1030635.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/P1030635.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant riding&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112867415529793263?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867415529793263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112867415529793263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/elephant-riding_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112859494075161961</id><published>2005-10-06T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:35:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/IMG_0618.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/IMG_0618.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant riding &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112859494075161961?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112859494075161961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112859494075161961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/elephant-riding.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112857334975737154</id><published>2005-10-06T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:03:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days Chiangmai/Chiang Rai/Golden Triangle</title><content type='html'>Time flies and now i'm awaiting for ITP to commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight TR128 departed at 15.45pm and arrived Chiang Mai at 17.30pm (Thai time). Met Jane, limousine driver, who drove us to Star Hotel - our lodging for the next 3 nights. Got a shock when i entered the room to see a double bed. sc and i are going to share the room. we then changed the room from 506 to 306 for a twin room. ken kept saying nvm lah cos ltr our room will be located at different floor from him. we lied to him tat we changing hotel and he kinda worried. in the end he changed room to a same level as us. and this hotel at sort of low class. lack hangers. shower isn't strong enough. furnitures are old. but one thing is that the bed is nice to sleep. first time i stayed in a substandard hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Le Bistrot, Suriwongse Hotel. Ate breaded chicken with Heineken beer for 300 baht. Then it's shopping time at the night bazaar, which to my dismay, there was nothing much to see. Shopped till 9 plus then back to hotel to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.15am and had breakfast. Jane picked us up at 8.30am with a Mitsubishi Lancer. Visited an elephant camp and rode the elephant for 1000baht per person for 1 hour to see one waterfall. The ride was intimidating at first esp. when the elephant was going to climb up steep slope. I scared it'll topple. I turned my head behind to see kenneth grabbing the seats tightly with his head tilted down. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Doi Suthep. Climbed 311 steps to get to the top and had a nice view of Chiang Mai city. But there's nothing much to see here, given that we had to drive up winding mountain roads tat my ear got blocked due to pressure changes and swallowing saliva couldn't even help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Central Airport Plaza after lunch (Crabmeat fried rice with a big bowl of tom yam soup). Helped Bahnu buy Body Glove's shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Star Hotel at 4.45pm. Slept till 7pm before having dinner (fried kway teow &amp;amp; mee with pork for 50baht in total) at night bazaar street stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then donated 100baht to a kid trying to sell me a bunch of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought blueberry milkshake for 10 baht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Coffeeboy by tuktuk but wasn't open due to flooding. tuktuk driver then drove us to Simon Cabaret beside Novotel where we watched the transvestite show at 9.50pm to 11.50pm for 500baht per person. Majority of the transvestite are much pretty than my class' gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to hotel by tuktuk for 200baht, damn bloody expensive! it's equivalent to S$10 for a 15mins ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am. Breakfast. Aree picked us up at 8am for our 3 hours ride to Chiang Rai. Enroute, we visited a hot spring. I thot the journey to Chiang Rai will not encounter mountainous roads. but sc and i saw mountains getting closer and closer and finally, we gave in. On arrival at Chiang Rai, we saw a man firing up into the air, and a police hopped onto the back of a jeep and drove off. Some ppl were running. Aree told us ppl were trafficking drugs. I was imagining the man shooting right thru my window pane of the Chevrolet car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited a temple and then went to Mae Sai where we crossed the border to Tachileik, Myanmar. Bought a day visa for 750baht per person. In Myanmar we took a tour to Shwedagon Pagoda and Padong village where we took photos with long neck women. The tour costs only 150baht by tuktuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to the immigration area and shopped before going back to Thailand. Had a late lunch at abt 2 plus before setting off to the Growth Triangle. At the Growth Triangle, we can see China, Loas and Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to Chiang Mai at 4 plus. Reached hotel at abt 8pm. We hurriedly placed our stuff and went to night bazaar for shopping, before trying our luck at Coffeeboy. it was closed again. we went to adam's apple club, but nothing much. I lied to sc that the gays on the stage were straight and they kept looking at sc. then sc got shocked. It was boring and we went to My Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On entering My Way, we saw a transvestite sitting on the sofa for whom we mistaken as a real lady. Sc can even say "heng ar got girl". Once i sat down, I wondered how come the 'lady' kept looking to my direction. I turned my head and realised it was a transvestite. A gay host was asking for our order of drinks. While asking, he leaned onto ken's lap and i could see the uneasy face on his face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance of transvestite singing and gays posing were over at 1am and we returned to the hotel for rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked ken to wake us up at 11am and he called me at 9am plus to ask if i heard 'bombing' sound. crazy. only disturbed my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked out of hotel at 12.20pm and left for Central Airport Plaza by limousine for lunch at MK restaurant. Lunch was on ken unwillingly. Shopped with our luggage. Bought a Guy Laroche wallet for myself at 1,250baht = S$53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for airport by taxi at 2 plus. nothing to do at airport so we sat at a restaurant where i drank apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally it's time to check-in and we got our boarding pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TR129 left the aerobridge at 6.25pm and took off at 6.40pm. Touched down at changi airport at 10.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 11.15pm and had supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's the end of a memorable trip, with unexpected trip to Myanmar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112857334975737154?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112857334975737154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112857334975737154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/10/4-days-chiangmaichiang-raigolden.html' title='4 Days Chiangmai/Chiang Rai/Golden Triangle'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112798006700279634</id><published>2005-09-29T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:47:47.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams' over.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last paper i sat for my exams. the past 2 weeks were sort of challenging. cos i had to study and attend grandpa's wake concurrently. the worst was when i caught a fever, but i was fine the next day i woke up. maybe i take vitamins regularly... but even then i still caught a flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going thailand soon, but have to start work soon after i return. hate the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going canoeing, visit hz and harry's bar soon..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112798006700279634?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freeloadmp3.com/' title='exams&apos; over.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112798006700279634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112798006700279634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams-over.html' title='exams&apos; over.'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112793340879122308</id><published>2005-09-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T02:50:08.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Beloved Grandpa</title><content type='html'>The last time I saw him was at home on 14 Sep 2005, just past midnight. He was shivering on bed, helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I ever saw him was at Changi General Hospital. He looked better. It was on 17 Sep 2005, on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I know that it will be the last time I ever saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't wait for my visit this Friday. Today is Thursday 22 Sep 2005, the day he left this world for good at 9.52am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my beloved Grandpa, thou shalt reside in my memories, eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112793340879122308?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freeloadmp3.com/' title='For my Beloved Grandpa'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112793340879122308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112793340879122308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-my-beloved-grandpa.html' title='For my Beloved Grandpa'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112627640925564762</id><published>2005-09-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:33:29.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine appreciation class</title><content type='html'>slept thru midday before going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last lesson for the semester ended with a wine appreciation class. my anticipation for this class was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun and i got the opportunity to open a wine bottle and tasted for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cabernet sauvignon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shiraz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinot noir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- white wine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chardonnay (i liked best)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned that there are the New World wine and the Old World wine. New World refers to wine fermented in new winery region such as California and South Africa, whereas Old World refers to wine fermented in aged-old winery regions in countries such as France.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also learned the proper techniques of tasting wine, and towards the end of the lesson, i was feeling drowsy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lesson started at 5pm and ended at about 7pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This lesson must be the most interesting one i've attended throughout my 3 years in poly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly though, exams is coming and i am still somewhat in a relaxed mood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After exams comes Chiang Mai. I'll be visiting the north of thailand from 2 - 5 october 2005. just booked a tiger airways tickets for $180 bucks. pretty cheap... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shall stop here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112627640925564762?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.webalta.de/' title='Wine appreciation class'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112627640925564762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112627640925564762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/09/wine-appreciation-class.html' title='Wine appreciation class'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112593185881455518</id><published>2005-09-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:54:05.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking WP project</title><content type='html'>getting a little fucking stress over web publishing project. really scared my grp can't even complete by this week and have to come back next week which'll be our study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing significant happen today, only that i stumbled upon shaf's private thoughts attached in her gmail. she then shouted like nobody's biz till classes beside us turned and see. shouldn't say much on this lest she'll get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml gonna skip convention management (cm) toturial. anyway other grps are presenting so will be a waste of my bloody time if i were to attend. hope my participation marks won't get affected. but wat's there to participate anyway when other grps are presenting? keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, exam stress is impending and it certainly is a phobia for me. fucking boring modules this semester. especially cm and travel agency management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my feedback on lecturers today. some gd ones like patricia moreira got positive remarks while those i dun really like such as the "kiwi" got a little remarks from me, well though not crude remarks of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internship placement has yet to be released. but since hotel positions are most likely a goner, hope i'll land in somewhere which will appreciate my academic achievements, but wat i feel is that tourism industry are also meant mostly for those without much education, so who'll be interested to take even take a glance at my transcript? now i feel that tourism isn't really my cup of tea. esp so after i attended TAM where sales are part of the daily work. and i hated sales..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should strive to enter the teaching force, if i really have no interest in tourism. now i realised that though i like to travel, but that doesn't mean tourism industry is meant for me. many like to travel, as and when the opportunities arise, but that doesn't mean they will have a passion to work in the tourism industry. hope i won't be so naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the force be with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112593185881455518?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112593185881455518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112593185881455518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/09/fucking-wp-project.html' title='fucking WP project'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112565626495156113</id><published>2005-09-02T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:17:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/DSCF0024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/DSCF0024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cm project group... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112565626495156113?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112565626495156113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112565626495156113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-cm-project-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112565592514701831</id><published>2005-09-02T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:13:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project works are finally over</title><content type='html'>Today's my happy day, but also my sad day. happy cos projects are finally over, sad cos i'm soon getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a month plus where i've been slogging with my projects, worse off than a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't say there's totally no project, since i'm still left with web publishing to be submitted two weeks from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i arrived home between 9pm and 11pm, sometimes almost midnight. and 1 particular time i remembered vividly was the time spent at shaf's aunt's house doing convention managment project with siew ching and dorinda as well. we had supper on saturday and subsequently stayed up till the next morning on a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis morning i sat for a web publishing test using macromedia flash. i thought it was easy initially but i was proven wrong when alot of things gone haywire. i was supposed to make a lemon fall into a box, but it had fallen outside of the box instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am confident of passing that paper, at least a moderate pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i treated shaf to swensen's at airport. as usual, she had her black pepper seafood pasta while i had crayfish pasta. and a coit tower ice cream as well. it was abt 4pm at that time. and we left at 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml will be a good day, cos i'll make sure i'll get what i ought to get - 13 hours of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i'll have to start revising for semestral exams. i'm sceptical abt getting good grades this sem, cos everything is so diff, and i skipped quite a pretty number of lessons during the project period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112565592514701831?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112565592514701831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112565592514701831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/09/project-works-are-finally-over.html' title='Project works are finally over'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112420819058988954</id><published>2005-08-17T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:03:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>It's been more than half a month since i last left some thoughts in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects are in aplenty and i could hardly let out my breath. stress, stress and more stress. i am not afraid of stress, but fearful of my inability to meet deadline. but hope this won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm perhaps i'm nasty, i'm mean, i'm bossy and all those traits attributed to an authoritarian leader can be found within me. but i'm proud of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chih wee commented that our presentation yesterday for TAM were not informative enough, but i feel that our slides are flooded with details. he just dun get satisfied... Chih Wee! Believe it or not, my feedback on you will be a terrible one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished writing my cover letters and resume for ritz-carlton and fullerton hotel. i browsed thru the list of people who will be sent for interviews in these two hotels and to my dismay, there were a whole lot of them, with more demand than supply. so i doubt i'll have the chance to clean even the toilets of fullerton hotel, let alone the ritz-carlton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to attend an interview this week or next, and the thought of it makes my stomach uneasy with butterflies flapping their wings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester is the most terrible one amongst all the semesters i've gone thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a month and NIE has yet to mail my results for EPT. has the postman lost my mail in the process of delivery? i guess i have to call RELC on wed should i still not receive my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week and next will have to stay back in school till late nights. and in fact i've been staying back for almost one and a half week continuously without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring. i'm sick of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112420819058988954?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112420819058988954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112420819058988954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/08/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112273726015108087</id><published>2005-07-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:28:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/IMG_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/IMG_0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Genting and Resort Hotels from Theme Park 29 July 2005 &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112273726015108087?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273726015108087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273726015108087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/07/view-of-genting-and-resort-hotels-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112273700772092548</id><published>2005-07-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:23:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/IMG_0526.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/IMG_0526.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the antique car 29 July 2005&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112273700772092548?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273700772092548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273700772092548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/07/riding-antique-car-29-july-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112273624016619430</id><published>2005-07-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:10:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/IMG_0474.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/IMG_0474.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha 29 July 2005 &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112273624016619430?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273624016619430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273624016619430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/07/buddha-29-july-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112273609243539083</id><published>2005-07-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:08:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/640/IMG_0441.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2281/320/IMG_0441.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 July 2005&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112273609243539083?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273609243539083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273609243539083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/07/28-july-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112273563533552595</id><published>2005-07-30T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:33:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Holiday</title><content type='html'>Just returned from Genting. The weather was cool there... really like it... On the first day, Thursday 28 July 2005, we arrived quite early at 5am, so waited till 9am before we got our 2 connecting rooms 8332 &amp; 8336 at Highlands Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so tired and i slept till 2 plus before going out. Had dinner at Genting Palace before heading for Xtreme acrobatic show at 9pm at the Pavillion First World Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day 2nd sis and i went Chin Swee Temple at 1230. Had vegetarian lunch before driving back to hotel. then we went outdoor theme park where i rode on the spaceshot. it was damn thrilling and i loved the feeling when i plunged from atop. also rode on the corkscrew, merry-go-round, pedal boat, antique car, flume ride and thundermine train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned to room at 6pm and went to meet mum for buffet dinner at the grand ballroom (coffee terrace) at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we shopped at First World Hotel, but returned to hotel room at 9 plus cos i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pizza supper at 12mn, and went for a stroll after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, Saturday 30 July 2005, we checked out of our rooms at 1230pm. had dim sum lunch before taking cable car down to lower skyway station, where we boarded our coach and departed at 2.35pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached singapore at 8.40pm, golden mile at 9.13pm and dad drove us home thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's gonna reopen soon on mon, and i'll be flooded with projects and stuff. hate it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112273563533552595?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273563533552595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112273563533552595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-of-holiday.html' title='End of Holiday'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112246905007655491</id><published>2005-07-27T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:57:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returned from chalet</title><content type='html'>i returned from chalet at abt 8pm. slept thru the chalet. only went ecp with shaf tis morning till afternoon and at night had bbq dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took taxi home at 7.30pm. going genting soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803402-112246905007655491?l=heong1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112246905007655491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803402/posts/default/112246905007655491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heong1.blogspot.com/2005/07/returned-from-chalet.html' title='Returned from chalet'/><author><name>Alfonso Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111773543697874822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803402.post-112235774436651040</id><published>2005-07-26T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:02:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's holiday spree</title><content type='html'>I returned from GET Trip and ABACUS training course ytd. i was so tired that i slept from 6pm to 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, we went Buangkok Medical Park then to Chinablack at around 10pm and left at 12mn. had supper at Roti Prata House before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sun, we met at 3 plus. went to Chinese Garden to see the stupid "trashbag" dinosaurs, farmart, chinese cemetery, jurong hill, jurong reptile park then to dover to pick wei cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove to tourism court, orchard (where we ascended to the 39th floor of Meritus Mandarin to have a panoramic view of the city), st. andrew's cathedral, ecp, macritchie reservoir and seletar reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after leaving seletar reservoir, we came to a roadblock and we all were inspected by the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left after that for meiyin's house where we stayed overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left her house at 8am and took mrt to tanjong pagar. took a short walk to temasek tower to attend ABACUS customer reservation system training course. i was so tired and slept during break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left home at 5pm after completing the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm going to chalet. will be returning home tml, and then will leave for genting highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for rest at home.&lt;div 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