<?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-8110707</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:42:14.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the rainbow marks the start of clear skies.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110707.post-2995279734893248967</id><published>2007-07-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:43:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Strong, Be Brave</title><content type='html'>The tree is often a symbol of strength and wisdom. No matter how hard the wind blows, how much the rain slaps and how the sun blasts, it stays firm and refuses to budge. It matures with age and grows from strength to strength. Sometimes, the branches might break and the leaves get detached, but it is difficult to uproot a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only humans can be like trees. Have you ever wished that you could turn back time? To retract all the things said and done? All of us knows that its impossible. We have to face the reality, to solve the problems and to be firm in our convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;"When our lives come undone...we carry on&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's promise in the morning&lt;br /&gt;sun...we carry on&lt;br /&gt;As the dark surrenders to the dawn&lt;br /&gt;We were born to overcome&lt;br /&gt;we carry on"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-2995279734893248967?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/2995279734893248967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/2995279734893248967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-strong-be-brave.html' title='Be Strong, Be Brave'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-1006318371716544783</id><published>2007-06-07T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:10:41.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree!</title><content type='html'>Things I bought for the past one week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Zara shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. M1 Vodafone Broadband Modem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A new pair of specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been rather dull. Or should I say lull week for me. Only 3 small events in the entire week but I am not complaining as I will start to get busy from next week onwards with a spate of events. I told myself that I should try to get home as early as I can for this week and enjoy while it lasts. Unfortunately, my laptop is sick again, for the 5th time in 6 months. I cant access Internet Explorer and it is also suffering from an extremely bad sore throat. I cant hear any sound at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about my new purchases! To all.. I am addicted to Zara shirts and I have been to Zara Marina Square, Zara Vivo City and Zara Great World City in just one week! However, being the discliplined and perhaps cash stricken person like I have always been, I just bought one shirt and put all the rest under my shortlist. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the M1 Vodafone Modem. For just $48 per month, you can virtually access the internet anywhere under the sun! I just configured it and it now works perfectly fine! I am so going to cancel my Max Online by this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the new pair of specs, my boss commented that I should get a new one for work as I need to meet people everyday. He said that my cute black frame plastic specs makes me look like a little boy. Haha.. And so he goes on and on, and insisted that I get a new one and he will bear the cost. So spoof! I have a new pair of specs!! Kar and my colleagues like my new 'corporate' look but kar's friends apparently don't think so. Haha.. But whatever, as long as I am happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-1006318371716544783?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/1006318371716544783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/1006318371716544783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-6114179030477023567</id><published>2007-05-27T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:38:37.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! I am back into the scene! Rumour has it that Roger got washed off the beach and left stranded for 2 months in an remotely secluded island with only a ball named Wilson. The fact is, he got stranded in a place surrounded by inedible durians and full of shit. But nevertheless, the shit has been cleared. For now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a well deserved break over the weekend and I had fun with my friends as well. For those of you who forgot my birthday YESTERDAY, better wish me a belated birthday! I just called Richmond and Lee Teng to remind them just now! Haha.. Anyway, special thanks to all my friends who sent their wishes and of course, not forgetting Kar, who sang me a birthday song and delievered a cake to my house. Thanks sweetheart. That was the only cake I received this year and I didnt even get to blow any candles.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard accompanied me for the whole of Friday and we went singing before going to the MPH sale at Singapore Expo. I seriously couldnt find any books that I fancy so we continued walking until we saw the branded goods sale! Despite being the disciplined shopper that I have always been, BERNARD tempted me to buy 4 tops from there! Well, we shared actually. He got 4 himself as well. Hahaha.. We meet Ser, Susan and Hazel in the evening, spent 2 hours at Settlers before slacking away at Starbucks and Mac. Bernard got the most out it as he was kept busy with a young girl with EXTREMELY BIG BOOBS and was contempleting whether his head or her boobs were bigger. &lt;s&gt;I hope Lj doesnt see this.&lt;/s&gt; I was tempted to ask her for the address. Didnt know they sell such big watermelons in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the whole of yesterday afternoon before meeting my colleagues at Boat Quay for dinner. Kenny webcammed with me from Phuket and I could see that John and him was having a whale of a time in the hotel room with the satisfied look on his face. After meeting my colleagues for dinner, we proceeded to Party World and then St James. By the end of the night, or rather, the wee hours of the morning, everyone was drunk and I had to sneak off because it was getting quite ridiculous and rowdy. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-6114179030477023567?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/6114179030477023567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/6114179030477023567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2007/05/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-8772112147519557749</id><published>2007-04-01T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:57:16.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I last blogged. I have been kept busy with work ever since Phantom of the Opera started. It was rather tough during the first week, staying till the wee hours of the morning before knocking off. However, as tough as it can be, I have found a new bunch of fun loving part timers who never fails to amaze me with their antics. Just yesterday, they bought me something to eat on their way to work knowing that I wouldnt have the time to eat. Lovely. Before the reception started yesterday, I asked one of them to bring out the &lt;strong&gt;lamb&lt;/strong&gt; for me. After a while, he came out with a &lt;strong&gt;lamp&lt;/strong&gt;. I just filpped and collapsed into laughter. Haha.. As it was my off day today, I played soccer with them and............................... sprained my ankle. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar has been gone for a month and I miss her terribly. Just went to visit her family and Huskiee today. Huskiee was so happy to see me and I played with him for a while. I had wanted to kiss him, but then he ate his own shit and I decided against it. I really don't know what to do with this dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cafe Del Mar with my collegues yesterday. As we ended work at about 11 plus, we went home to change first before heading down and we stayed till 6am in the morning. I quite like the idea of having beds and sofas on the beach. Except that the beds and sofas were damp from the rain yesterday. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am thinking now are just random thoughts. At work, I cannot afford to display my weak side to others. I need to take things in my stride and even if I cannot take it, I have to show them that I can. Some people are so conceited. So people are so egoistic. Some people are so irresponsible. Its just so fake, the world out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-8772112147519557749?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/8772112147519557749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/8772112147519557749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday.html' title='SUNDAY'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-1345430125601148607</id><published>2007-03-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:50:45.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;两只恋人&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻傻两个人&lt;br /&gt;许过一个愿&lt;br /&gt;当时星星眨着眼&lt;br /&gt;看起来并不远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你长翅飞&lt;br /&gt;为你被风吹&lt;br /&gt;请你千万要等我&lt;br /&gt;带幸福来给你的那一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春天散步夏天看海秋天数落叶&lt;br /&gt;(我们)一直没有烦恼&lt;br /&gt;一直没有争吵&lt;br /&gt;让每天像糖一样甜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冬天飘雪我是棉被温暖你的夜&lt;br /&gt;一直在你身边&lt;br /&gt;一直爱到永远&lt;br /&gt;你就负责靠着我的肩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;贴着你的脸&lt;br /&gt;拍一张照片&lt;br /&gt;世界是很复杂的&lt;br /&gt;要靠我近一点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但愿你每天&lt;br /&gt;幸福又安全&lt;br /&gt;两只恋人手牵手&lt;br /&gt;谁也不用再跑给谁去追&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-1345430125601148607?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/1345430125601148607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/1345430125601148607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2007/03/lovers.html' title='Lovers'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-7103709243951083186</id><published>2007-03-01T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:15:45.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Thursday Morning</title><content type='html'>As I am typing this, my dear Karmene is taking her branch nap and Champ is barking non-stop downstairs. He is starting to get on my nerves. Its a lazy Thursday morning with heavy rain and I am on leave today. I decided to switch off my phone after being scolded by my boss for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be taking a red eye flight later tonight. I wonder which one of us is having a harder time accepting the fact that the dreaded day is here. I know the next 5 months will be tough without her and with my workload increasing by the day. If only someone can sponsor me to go China after Phantom of the Opera. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-7103709243951083186?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/7103709243951083186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/7103709243951083186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2007/03/lazy-thursday-morning.html' title='Lazy Thursday Morning'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-1290167164930564935</id><published>2007-02-17T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:21:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy lunar new year!</title><content type='html'>After repeated protests and strikes, I have decided to come out of my shell. My shell has been filled with work ever since December and life has been silpping away from me. I fell sick last week. Down with flu and cough. But heck, Its Chinese New Year and I have a well-deserved 2 days break!! Anyway, to everyone who sees this post, you are invited to my house on the 1st day of CNY, which is tomorrow!! Please do come between 5pm to 9pm. I will be dropping by Kar's house and my boss's house before coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Susan and Co, I won't be available on the 2nd day as I will be working. Any invites for mahjong sessions or outings will have to come after 2nd day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few pictures to post up. For those who missed last week's issue of i-weekly, you missed out seeing the gorgeous me in print! Hahaha.. Kidding lah, its just a picture of Kar and me in some Valentine's Day write up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DSCF0435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous Kar and me in print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a new temporary addition in Kar's house. He's Champ, a pure breed one month old Golden Retriever! He is as cute as an angel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DSC00313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DSC00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DSC00316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kenny would be most interested to drop by at Kar's house to take a look isnt it? Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-1290167164930564935?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/1290167164930564935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/1290167164930564935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='happy lunar new year!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116695016512990866</id><published>2006-12-24T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:06:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to wish all my friends and loved ones a merry Christmas! Although Christmas has no major significance to me, I will still hang out with my friends every year without fail. My apologies to Gen for not being able to make it to her annual house invite for Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this, I am lazing outside Al Dente Esplanade enjoying the breeze and looking at miilions of white wishing balls floating on the Singapore River. It may sound romantic, but I am actually working.. Hahaha.. For those who may not know yet, I am now working as a Catering / Events Sales Executive. I am not promoting myself here, but do keep me in mind if any of you or your friends needs catering ya? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Congrats to Susan for passing your Advanced Theory. You must have studied damn hard.. Hahaha.. As for Serene, I think you will have better luck the 2nd time, so don't be too upset ya? I am also glad that things are going well for Kenny, John and Ber. dun worry John, I will get a chance to see Pris, unless you have no faith yourself. Haha.. Last but not least, thanks Kar, for everything that you have done for me, for all your support and understanding all this while. And not forgetting your lovely Christmas present as well. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, Its the only Christmas present I received UP TO DATE.. Hahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116695016512990866?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116695016512990866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116695016512990866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116684918920418880</id><published>2006-12-23T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:46:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>無條件為你</title><content type='html'>無條件為你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛你等於擁有一片天空&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;任何風吹草動 都有你存在其中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自然而然的輕鬆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一路到夏天的尾聲 我所謂到過於激動&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們有笑容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們曾心動&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不再是無動於衷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無條件為你不顧明天的安穩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為你變堅強&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信你的眼神&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不敢想不敢問 有一天壞的可能&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無條件為你放棄單獨的旅程&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為你堅強就不怕犧牲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的靈魂 如此沸騰 為我愛的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜歡複雜還是習慣單純&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我願盡力完成&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在我心中幾分 難以形容的責任 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛一個人付出才會完整&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無條件 越愛就越深&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永遠不分 啊 . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116684918920418880?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116684918920418880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116684918920418880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='無條件為你'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116512645974472339</id><published>2006-12-03T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T14:14:19.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Customers Are Wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:#@$!%@$%#^$"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#@$!%@$%#^$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customers always right. If anyone can touch your heart and agree with this statement, I can only ask you to stop deceiving yourself. This statement is complete bullshit. I thought I could handle any customers, but I almost proved myself wrong yesterday. There are times when you don't even feel like rectifying the situation and pointing the middle finger is the only way to stop their accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just give a brief account of what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working and this group of 9 walked in and asked for a table. They wanted a table upstairs and I obliged to their request. As they were walking up, I saw this muscular gentleman taking a BIG pizza take-away box in his hands. I assumed he was stupid enough not to realise that he's in a restaurant, so I politely informed him that no outside food is allowed. As his mouth was stuffed with pizza, he passed the box to me and mumbled something which I heard as helping him to dispose. As the box was too big to be thrown in the dustbin, I just chucked it beside the bin. When he saw it, he was like 'Didn't I ask you to keep it for me? That's my dinner you know?' I was like, "So sorry sir, I think I heard it wrongly, I will keep it for you then." After that, he went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later, he brought a lady down. This &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; lady began to raise her voice at me, accusing me of throwing away his pizza even though she did not witness it herself. Although I was pissed, I tried to explain myself to them. But she still went on rattling about how I refused to admit my mistake. And finally, that bastard spoke and said that he hasn't eaten anything yet. WTF?!! What was that stuff in his mouth when he was going up??! His brain?! And why are you asking a lady to speak up for you? My hamster might not be as brawny as you, but at least he bites when provoked. Maybe he works out at Amore Fitness. Maybe he went for a liposection of a different kind, sucking his brain to fill up his muscles. UNFORTUNATELY, my colleague intervened and tried to cool things down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bastard then went out with his friend for a while. When they came back, I smiled at them politely while exhausting my vulgarities data bank in my head. I asked him, 'Have you had your dinner yet'? His expression was priceless. Hahaha.. Of course, he took down my name not knowing that I have 2 weeks left. Sometimes, the only way you can handle them is to spoil their day politely. Hospitality professionals are the best actors in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116512645974472339?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116512645974472339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116512645974472339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-customers-are-wrong.html' title='When Customers Are Wrong.'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116504108732812859</id><published>2006-12-02T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:31:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Do you have any idea how difficult it is to type a resignation letter? There are so many factors to consider. Your letter must be politically correct, you must appear to be polite, highlight that you are bloody reluctant to leave, eat lots of humble pie and most important, you aren't allowed to curse and swear and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. The smart ones would have guessed my intention. As a matter of fact, I handed up my resignation letter yesterday. Reason being? ' I need to evaluate my current goals and explore new opportunities'. (At least that's what i wrote) Haha.. I have decided to take up a new challenge but as things are not 100% confirmed yet. I gathered that it would be a better idea to count my eggs later. Next week would probably be my last week at TCC, so if you guys are itching for your last 20% discount, please feel free to hop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be pretty broke this month. I have decided to emulate Ber and come up with a wishlist of my own. The Xmas wishlist!! Although I do not have a habit of celebrating Christmas, but heck,  isn't Christmas all about &lt;s&gt;giving and&lt;/s&gt; receiving? I mean sharing.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a new blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. more ties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. tie pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. executive shirts (I wear size 15.5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a new wallet! (I heard that su pin has a disount card for Braun Buffel)&lt;br /&gt;                            (Actually, I just need a wallet that's compact and nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Organiser! (But I do not need the 2006 one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand how thick-skinned you must be in order to churn this out. I really admire Ber and Susan sometimes. They amaze me. At least I don't go about sending my wishlist to everyone in friendster! Oops.. hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116504108732812859?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116504108732812859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116504108732812859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-wishlist.html' title='Xmas Wishlist'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116385756954698131</id><published>2006-11-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:48:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in TCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADULTS DO THE DARNEST THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what you can do with a polo sweet and a coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fit the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce, Reuse and Recycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist taking photos of this pair of twins I saw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply adorable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116385756954698131?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116385756954698131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116385756954698131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun-in-tcc.html' title='Fun in TCC'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116348560357691251</id><published>2006-11-14T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:26:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crapping</title><content type='html'>I realised it has been A WHILE since I updated my blog. Even Kenny is sick of my special cock. There's nothing I can do with it kenny, whether you like it or not. My previous post that is..&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy spending time with Kar, Kenny, John, Serene, Bernard and to a lesser extent, Susan and Hazel. Not forgetting my job as well, which is giving me quite a few headaches. Hopefully, these headaches will go off soon.. Really looking forward to a new chapter, but it's still too early to say anything at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few photos for viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia's birthday on 211006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50095-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-taken photo that brings out the pure and true love&lt;br /&gt;as represented by the white rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50.jpg" width="439" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore they say, is a fine city to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50081-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan's surprise 21th birthday celebration at&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald's on 111106.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. you read it right. Macdonald's. It was quite a success, given that we were all treated like kids. But I enjoyed myself, especially the handshaking part. Hahaha.. We went to &lt;s&gt;Aloha&lt;/s&gt; Halo Bar after that and had a fun night singing and playing with dices. I also discovered how Bernard and I sucked at table soccer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116348560357691251?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116348560357691251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116348560357691251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/11/crapping.html' title='crapping'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116161505960471313</id><published>2006-10-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:50:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gain and Loss</title><content type='html'>How many of us has never loved and lost?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us has never lost and gained?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us has never gained and won?&lt;br /&gt;And how many of us has never won before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning is not everything. You may have lost this time round, but as long as you are brave enough to face it, I believe that happiness is just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116161505960471313?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116161505960471313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116161505960471313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/10/gain-and-loss.html' title='Gain and Loss'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116084199506175834</id><published>2006-10-14T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:14:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editing</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered about the importance of editing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it can transform a seemingly domestic product into a different category altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the same packaging with minor amendments can translate to different uses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="476" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DSC00115.jpg" width="566" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="448" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DSC00116.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116084199506175834?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116084199506175834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116084199506175834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/10/editing.html' title='Editing'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116075189520820531</id><published>2006-10-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:40:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie franatic!</title><content type='html'>Man. It felt like ages since the last time I was at home this early. Barring the physical tiredness, I had a really memorable week and I am extremely greatful for that. Work now carries fatigue with an added dimension. A good one in fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching alot of movies recently. Miami Vice, The Night Listener, World Trade Centre, Scoop and The Departed. I didn't like Miami Vice's ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the Night Listener at Vivo City on the 7th, where the haze was at its most destructive. It was the start of the many firsts. The opening of Vivo City, my first movie over there, my first time spending the whole day at Sentosa under the so not very clear skies. However, I didn't fancy the movie as well. The Night Listener tries too hard to be mysterious and there is no ending at all. At least Miami Vice had an ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Trade Centre was depressing but meaningful. It tells us that the bond between you and your loved ones should never be taken for granted. Give your loved ones a big hug and tell them how you feel. Yeah, I felt like doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Scoop was a first. I have always wanted &lt;s&gt;(since last week)&lt;/s&gt; to experience how it feels like watching a movie alone. Since it was my off day and everyone was either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Working&lt;br /&gt;2. Studying&lt;br /&gt;3. Not free&lt;br /&gt;4. Didn't want to date me&lt;br /&gt;5. Had other dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that it was the best time to try it out. Well.. All I can say is.. If there's anyone who is thinking of catching a movie alone, please give me a buzz. (Unless the genre is somewhat similar to 'bubble boy' or 'talking cock')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate The Departed as the best of the 5 movies. The cast is strong, the acting brilliant and the punchlines are delivered to great effect. Unless &lt;s&gt;your name is Bernard&lt;/s&gt; you are a very 'straight' person, you will enjoy this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there who might think that happiness is impermanent. Nothing is definite in life. We must fight for what we want and treasure the people around us. Its human nature to take things for granted. But then again, as long as there is mutual understanding and consensus, nothing is impossible. At least thats what I believe. I may think too much but I certainly know what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116075189520820531?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116075189520820531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116075189520820531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/10/movie-franatic.html' title='movie franatic!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-116028812459145090</id><published>2006-10-08T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:15:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope Analysis</title><content type='html'>Remember the astrologists which I mentioned in my previous post? They have become my regular customers and we are on quite good terms. This is a general analysis of my character which he promised to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a person who likes to hold your cards close to your chest you can be entrusted with any job which requires dedication and privacy. You have a deep and powerful emotional nature, and are interested in, and concerned about, the feelings of other people. However you only let on how you feel when you are completely secure. And you are rarely completely secure. Struggling with anxiety of one sort or another is a major pastime, and professionally you may often feel you are fighting for survival. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your chief characteristic is an insatiable curiosity through which you explore and learn about the world in which you live. The world of ideas is a playground in which you roam. The magic of the mind enchants you, as one idea captivates your imagination after another. Meeting people, travelling, reading, talking and learning are all means for you to gain a viewpoint on your own personal identity. You don't let your identity rest on ideas, but rather on the very nature of the mind itself. Thoughts are fleeting but mental activity is endless. You are happiest in a career which utilises your mental talent and gregariousness; you need variety and stimulation. This can involve travel, communication, talking to people - anything which gives you the opportunity to develop your mind and contact others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are undoubtedly a dynamic person - the type to take action immediately when you are emotionally involved in something. Whilst this dynamism is a virtue, it will often manifest as impatience - even as a sharp temper, which of course can have a negative effect on the people you work with.  Learning to relax and let others come first is a part of your maturing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of your professional life there will be a reorientation towards education and learning, and a greater emphasis on the power of image and the spoken or written word. Early in your career there may be a tendency to cultivate a lofty distance from others, particularly in regard to your willingness to learn. You may see yourself as a free spirit, who does not wish to be influenced by trivial contacts. You will discover professional advantages when you take a more humble role, and especially when you cultivate your contacts to others, building up a valuable communication network. It will also pay for you to concentrate on your basic education and skills, rather than seeking intellectual laurels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-116028812459145090?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116028812459145090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/116028812459145090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/10/horoscope-analysis.html' title='Horoscope Analysis'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115994008904588588</id><published>2006-10-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:34:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KR</title><content type='html'>They say that actions speak louder than words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I understand the true essence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that instincts aren't always right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that fairytales are nothing compared to reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I understand the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that angels doesn't exist in the real world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I beg to differ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115994008904588588?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115994008904588588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115994008904588588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/10/kr.html' title='KR'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115867241580901765</id><published>2006-09-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:30:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictions</title><content type='html'>A few issues here..  Firstly, Happy 21st Birthday to Kat and I wish her all the best! I know she will be reading this. Remember what I told you alright? Secondly, I always love to dig out my previous entries whenever my friends need them. This is an excerpt from a Nicholas Sparks novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You are stronger than you think you are, but only if you want to be. It isn't easy, but you must understand that I'm not talking about your emotions. Those you can't control. You're still going to cry, you're still going to have moments when you don't feel you can go on. But you have to act as if you can. At a time like this, actions are just about the only things you can control.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I came across this interesting couple when I was working. They are from this astrology company and for some reason or so, they extended their expertise to a few of us who were working at that time. I then approached them and before I could say anything, the guy said, "You must be a Gemini". Spot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then said that I am an emotional person and I am always thinking about money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am a charmer when it comes to girls. (I wish..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said that I am an inquisitive person who thinks too much. I should learn to relax by setting aside 10 minutes everyday just by lying down and listening to music. If not, I will become senile by the time I hit 40. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also added that I will change jobs quite frequently and I will travel a lot. I have a tendency to marry a foreigner as well. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I should avoid dating girls whose birthday falls on or adds up to 2, 4 or 8. (Be it 2, 4, 13, 26 or whatever.) I will be very affected by these relationships and it might ultimately lead to a break up. However, if I do marry the girl that falls into this category, my kid will be very smart. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best girl for me should be an Aquarius or Pisces, whose birthday does not fall into that category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they were freaking accurate about some of the stuffs, I still believe that no one can predict the future. We are in control of our fate and destiny and whatever happens, we should be responsible for it. No matter how much discouragement I get from everyone around me, I still believe that we can create our own paths. Sometimes, a word from one person outweighs an avalanche of comments from hundreds of people. Similarly, a decision made by one person can make or break a bond that's not strong but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115867241580901765?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115867241580901765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115867241580901765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/09/predictions.html' title='Predictions'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115847382176681700</id><published>2006-09-17T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:53:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane</title><content type='html'>I realised that my life has become rather mundane ever since I started work. Theoretically speaking, I am only working 8 hours a day. But when you are doing shift work, it disrupts your sleeping pattern and you lose track of time. It also narrows your social life and seeps away your energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading this book when I came across this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We imagined that by staring into each other's eyes we would be able to read the signs of infidelity in each other, but our attempts always ended in laughter and renewed rituals of loyalty. There were rules: snogging counted. Future crushes of a temporary nature were to be half expected, mentally indulged, and then overcome. Any more prolonged or significant desires were to be confessed to the other in an attempt to ward off development.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word came to my mind. Committment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, we would inevitably encounter a third person who seems to make our hearts flutter and infatuated. The thing is, is that person worth giving up everything for? Is it a moment of madness or is that person the one that you are looking for? Or have you forgotten the precious times that you and your other half used to spend together? Questions aplenty, but answers are few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115847382176681700?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115847382176681700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115847382176681700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/09/mundane.html' title='Mundane'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115839129785274970</id><published>2006-09-16T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:21:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me Up</title><content type='html'>Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when October ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when November ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's when I want it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115839129785274970?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115839129785274970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115839129785274970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-me-up.html' title='Wake Me Up'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115734898506437585</id><published>2006-09-04T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:53:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrity</title><content type='html'>I woke up at noon today, switched on my TV and it was showing Miss Teen USA Live. I like watching beauty pagents. Other than the swimsuit segment, the Q&amp;A segment is one of the highlights as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly. I think the only highlight is the swimsuit segment. Hahaha.. Then again, the organisers should consider changing the name of the Q&amp;A segment to maybe the Kill or Ace segment. Its hilarious how answers to simple questions can be. I mean, its ok to give a politically correct answer. But its another thing to give the sun when they ask for the moon. or whatever.. Haha.. &lt;s&gt;I think they left their brains in their boobs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the contestants received this question from the judges. 'What does integrity means to you?' Her answer was.. 'Integrity means that when a person is driven and will go all out to achieve the thing that he wants.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, this is what I found for integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be fair to her, being driven and going all out might be considered as one of the principles. Anyway, thanks Miss whatever state for lightening up my mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115734898506437585?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115734898506437585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115734898506437585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/09/integrity.html' title='Integrity'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115713292909013337</id><published>2006-09-02T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:58:51.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Decisions</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I know it has been a while since I blogged and I am not exactly in the best of moods now. Nevertheless, just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are living in the North Pole, I have been working at TCC as a management trainee since 21 August 06. My outlet is situated at Boat Quay and I hope to see you guys there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day at work yesterday. Under different circumstances, I would have explained myself. But I didn't even bother to explain my mistakes because at work, a mistake is a mistake. Simple as that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it up, I received a letter of acceptance as well as a USD 5000 scholarship offer from the Australia International Hotel School (AIHS). It may be great news to many, but my situation is different. If someone asks me whether I still want to continue studying, it's a no-brainer. However, there are so many considerations and questions marks in my head. Should I or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch 'The Devil Wears Prada' today. I like that show. It was bitchy but witty, a meaningful chick flick. In life, it's all about making decisions. Sometimes, temptations disrupt your way of living and simplicity becomes non-existence. Nobody wants regrets in life. Look it in another way. What if you knew that the thing you have always wanted might never have a happy ending? Will you still choose that path? If you have faith, everything's going to be alright. That's what someone told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115713292909013337?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115713292909013337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115713292909013337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/09/making-decisions.html' title='Making Decisions'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115588125817646582</id><published>2006-08-18T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:07:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Random Thoughts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inexpressible euphoria &lt;br /&gt;The mauling of your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;The misrepresentation of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;The realisation of possibility.&lt;br /&gt;The expectations of hope.&lt;br /&gt;The emotions of a rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;The infiltration of assurance.&lt;br /&gt;The infusion of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;The surreal reality.&lt;br /&gt;The fruition of your dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115588125817646582?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115588125817646582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115588125817646582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115571706058776965</id><published>2006-08-16T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:06:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX5016711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these precious moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;must be a gift from heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's holding me all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know how i found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm thankful that i have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that i have a love so true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hold, to keep, to share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* In my heart i can no longer hold inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of the love i used to hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll always be with you until the very end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this world there is no place i'd rather be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my life, my soul, my girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and through it all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that you've come to see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you're the one till the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my friends around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you'd be gone too soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i'm gonna make them see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we've found our way back home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;repeat *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll always be till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115571706058776965?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115571706058776965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115571706058776965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/08/till-end.html' title='Till the end'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115496029456687753</id><published>2006-08-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:24:54.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD Loh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;080806.. The Long Awaited Day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/4-04MPBMGLF38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="240" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0451-1.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows are made when raindrops refract or bend sunlight and reflect the colours back to you. A rainbow consists of 7 colours. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. I have been through the 5 colours of the rainbow.. I cant seem to relate to the other 2. Hahaha.. Craps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange: The fruits at the cookhouse&lt;br /&gt;Yellow: The scorching sun&lt;br /&gt;Blue: Water parade&lt;br /&gt;Red: Blood&lt;br /&gt;Green: Duh! Everything in army is green&lt;br /&gt;Indigo: Cant think of any&lt;br /&gt;Violet: I am not good with colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its the time to start a new chapter, a new beginning..&lt;br /&gt;The end of the rainbow marks the start of clear skies..&lt;br /&gt;ORD LOH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50449.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course.. Without this guy, life in army wouldn't be as colourful... Thanks Rich, for all the support and encouragement all this while.. You have been a great buddy to me and I will never forget the times that we shared.. I am really greatful for all the wonderful memories.. Take care pal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115496029456687753?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115496029456687753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115496029456687753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/08/ord-loh.html' title='ORD Loh!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115470790709647594</id><published>2006-08-05T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:11:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most important thing in life</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me yesterday. 'Whats the most important thing in life'? I was stumped and I didn't know how to answer her. After thinking hard, I told her. 'A stable career and to have that special someone'.  Still, I felt that it was something lifted from the textbook. I was left searching for an answer and I have been thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found an answer. The most important in life is to have no regrets. Many of us prefer avoidance to confrontation. We choose to run away from our problems instead of finding a solution, wondering whether the situation might turn out better if we had tried to do something. Sometimes, the end result might not be our desired outcome, but one thing is definite. If we do not do anything at all, the outcome will be nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I said something really stupid yesterday. It just came out of nowhere. 'You see a wall in front of you. You think that its impossible to knock it down, but you used your head to knock on the wall anyway. In the end, you lost some blood but feel comforted knowing that you have tried'. What a dumb ass.. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115470790709647594?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115470790709647594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115470790709647594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/08/most-important-thing-in-life.html' title='The most important thing in life'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115450322462820616</id><published>2006-08-02T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:24:55.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when 1+1 does not equates to 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1 + 1 and 2 are entirely different things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115450322462820616?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115450322462820616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115450322462820616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-11-does-not-equates-to-2.html' title='when 1+1 does not equates to 2..'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115427690290356196</id><published>2006-07-30T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:30:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tong Hua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, this is specially dedicated to you! I know you love this song. Its a bit hard to translate, but well.. At least I tried my best! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tong Hua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how long, I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;But it has been ages since you read to me the story that you loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts turned into anxiousness.&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder if it was me who did something wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried and told me that fairytales are lies.&lt;br /&gt;And that I cant possibly be your prince.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you havent realised,&lt;br /&gt;ever since the day you told me that you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;the stars in my sky brightened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to be the angel in the fairytale whom you love dear,&lt;br /&gt;spread my arms, turn them into wings,&lt;br /&gt;to protect and watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have faith.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that we can be our own fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;That happiness and joy is our conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;and that we can live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115427690290356196?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115427690290356196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115427690290356196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/07/tong-hua.html' title='Tong Hua'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115390009849403699</id><published>2006-07-26T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:48:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I will be away on holiday from 27th jul to 30th Jul 06. Don't miss me too much and take care! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115390009849403699?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115390009849403699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115390009849403699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/07/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115310992710408326</id><published>2006-07-17T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:18:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is a Stage</title><content type='html'>They say that the world is a stage. I could'nt disagree more because it is an understatement. There are 3 kinds of people in this world. The actors, those who cannot act and the directors. Everywhere we go, we are bombarded by 'fake people'. Actors are people who act to achieve their aim. Ever wondered why people dress up for interview? To leave a good impression. That's acting. Ever wondered the amount of crap that we say during an interview? Thats acting too. Ever tried eating humble pie in front of an extremely unreasonable guest only to curse and swear behind his back after that? Well, if we were to say that the customer is always right, which is bullshit, why don't we say that the service staff must be good actors instead? Need more examples? How about public relations and office politics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst kind of people are those who can't act because they suffer the most. Poor souls. They are too straight and honest for their own good. They don't know the meaning of 'beautiful lies'.  Have you ever been betrayed by someone whom you trusted so much only to find out much later that it is actually a harmless lie? The world works like that. Everyone does tell harmless lies every now and then. The world is realistic and people in the society are bloody actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about directors? These are the intelligent species. The dictator who manipulates behind the scene. They are crafty and streetsmart with good communication skills and they 'carry balls' extremely well. They are usually ambitious and makes use of people to achieve their goals. The most fucked up people on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115310992710408326?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115310992710408326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115310992710408326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-is-stage.html' title='The World Is a Stage'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115272451734105123</id><published>2006-07-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:49:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos day</title><content type='html'>Phew.. At long last.. my projects are done! I can finally blog with ease! It has been a while since I posted up photos, so I shall post more photos and write less today! The past one and a half weeks were crazy.. I went cycling at East Coast, got to know a group of new friends, went to this place called Villa Bali which I have always wanted to go, sang myself crazy with Susan and co, and I even visited 'Ritz', the new training restaurant at Tourism academy! Enjoy the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;East Coast 290606&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest sandcastle I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50010-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying our sugarcane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50011-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant get enough of myself 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50012-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foursome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50017-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant get enough of myself 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50019-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant get enough of myself 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Villa Bali 020706&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50031-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing at the back of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50048-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathway to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50063-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50034-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new found friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whacky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chomp Chomp and k-ing 030706&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we took like close to 200 photos using 2 digital cameras and 2 handphones on that day. Haha.. To put all in would be suicidal. Thats why I am going to filter and put in some of the less discriminating photos. &lt;s&gt;Susan, Hazel, Bernard and Kenny, I will not include our 'jian bu de guang' photos in here, so don't worry..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only decent photo of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Hazel no 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new band was born that night. S.H.Eeeeee. S being Susan and H being Hazel.. No prizes for guessing whos the Eeeeeeeeeeee member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.Eeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and I were talking when S.H.Eeeee caught our attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50083-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear we were not over-reacting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted by such a scene, we decided to take matters into our own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50130-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we twisted Susan and Hazel's necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forced Bernard to take off his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for not killing Bernard is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="434" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50129-1.jpg" width="451" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed him to form a new band! Energy! (look at the poster behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50156-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Hazel no 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the lust in Kenny's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mickey Mouse Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ritz 040706&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene, Kenny and I went Ritz on Wednesday. We took a few photos but I must warn that some of the photos are not very well taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50079-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50126-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert no 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert no 2. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually at PS when we saw the world's largest chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bloody long break, have&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; Kit Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavyweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, its even bigger than my waist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115272451734105123?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115272451734105123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115272451734105123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/07/photos-day.html' title='photos day'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115154160236273713</id><published>2006-06-29T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:42:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Different Ball Game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always liked soccer.It is your passion, your dream and your goal. Unfortunately, due to an injury, you decided to try out something new and you pick up table tennis instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it was hard for you to adapt to the game. However, you get more and more comfortable with each passing game. As a result, you started playing on a regular basis, not knowing your obvious addiction to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite playing on a regular basis, you did not improve. But as you are enjoying every moment of the game, you chose to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until one day when you meet a strong opponent, who whacks the harmless looking ball so hard that it hits you unexpectedly on the chest. It would never have happened if you had trained harder previously. Surprisingly, you realise that it hurts much more than you thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it your own fault? The tennis ball's fault? Soccer's fault? Or is it your injury's fault?&lt;br /&gt;Is table tennis really your cup of tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soccer is still your favourite sports after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115154160236273713?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115154160236273713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115154160236273713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-ball-game.html' title='A Different Ball Game'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115151164678751258</id><published>2006-06-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:20:46.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>If things are really what I think it is, I will be very very disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;If what I think of what you think is right, I will be very very disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;It takes 2 hands to clap, and I only hear claps of disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115151164678751258?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115151164678751258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115151164678751258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/06/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115130939328437017</id><published>2006-06-26T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:09:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>I feel that I understand myself lesser and lesser with each passing day, I do not know what I want. And you know what? It sucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115130939328437017?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115130939328437017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115130939328437017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/06/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115096269098554337</id><published>2006-06-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:54:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>I attended a valuable lesson yesterday. This person, whom I do not know well, taught me the facets of life and that nothing is impossible. Judging by his looks, you wouldn't be able to tell how clever, how smart, how talented, how determined and compassionate he is. He looks like an average Joe, who likes having fun and enjoys the company of his friends. But underneath that smile lies a story of sheer grit and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for emphasizing on 'determination', but there is nothing more apt than that. He came from overseas alone to receive a better education. Back in his hometown, he was one of the top students and earned a scholarship to study in Singapore. However, it did not turn out to be a bed of roses. Coming over to Singapore without knowing a single word of English, he struggled with his studies and got ridiculed by his teachers and classmates. He became an outcast in school whom many believed that he would not be able to make the cut. Instead of giving up, he took things in his stride and decided to work hard to stamp out his critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, he would read up on an article in the Straits Time. He would refer to the dictionary for every single word that he did not understand before memorizing and writing down the entire article. And mind you, all these were done everyday with different articles before he allowed himself to sleep. Furthermore, he would also record down the entire day’s BBC programme without fail and listen to it. His English improved dramatically and within a few years, he not only managed obtained an A1 in his English for his 'O' levels, but was also one of the top students in his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in his life at the tender age of 13, although he fared excellently in his studies, he was weak in sports. He was selected in one of the running events during the school's annual sports meet. Needless to say, he was one of the last few to complete the run. The winner and his friends then mocked him for being slow and that he will never win them. The comments which they made motivated him and he decided to train hard. Everyday, he would strap his ankles with weights and run without fail for one whole year. Just before the next sport's meet, he confronted the winner who taunted him and said, 'I will be the winner this year. Watch out'. He of course, laughed at him. The rest they say, is all history. He won and he taunted the speechless, pathetic guy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than his stories, he made me realize a lot of things about myself and that I did not cherish what I had in the past. There were things that I should keep, but I choose to let go. There were things that I should treasure, but I didnt. I am indecisive and would often would allow opportunities to pass by. That's the kind of person I am, standing on the fence and deciding my next step, only to find out that everything that I do now is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is truly an inspirational figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115096269098554337?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115096269098554337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115096269098554337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/06/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-115009894678175530</id><published>2006-06-12T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:55:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>threading water with bare hands</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to hold water with your bare hands'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we scoop water using our bare hands, the water will slip through our fingers. No matter how hard you try, it seems impossible to carry the water with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story? Whats yours will be yours. It is pointless to hold onto something that doesn't belong to you. You may have put your heart and soul to pursue your goal. You may feel as if you are the happiest man on earth because you own that certain thing. But most importantly, you must learn when to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-115009894678175530?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115009894678175530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/115009894678175530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/06/threading-water-with-bare-hands.html' title='threading water with bare hands'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114967584326601929</id><published>2006-06-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:29:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gemini Man</title><content type='html'>This is in an email which Bernard sent me. Interesting I must say, so thought of letting you guys take a look. How well do you think it describes my personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in this Zodiac has a thin long and proportional face. (Thin face??) He has a high forehead and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very clever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He looks like he can not stand or sit still, a very fast person. His nose is just right in size, thin lips, talk fast and very talkative. He can think faster than he talks, but once he start talking, he will talk non stop as if god has gifted him with that special talk machine mouth. He likes to cut his hair short and he is very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;athletic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tall, slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and every movement of his is "Fast" or nearly call "Hyperactive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a long fingers and always tapping on table or moving his finger as if he is trying to grab something. He is the type who will write or scribble on paper, he never stay still. His hair always well comb or neat. He will spend a long time to comb his hair. He will keep his manicure and pedicure clean. He is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guy, so if you like cleanliness, you will love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will keep all his cloth in big closet, and never throw away even shirts he never wear any more, but yet he still keep buying new cloths and makes sure he is in style. He knows how to dress well even with a low budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He get bored easily with his favorite cloths , cologne. He is very picky, so soap and his cologne even have to be in the same trend or same scent. If you date this kind of guy, you might think you are dating 2 guys, you will have to guess his feeling and emotion. Is he doing thing because it is a duty, or is it because he wants to? He change his mind as fast as he change a new pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can pick up a book and roughly read through and understand it's contents, so if you see a Gemini man who reads the whole book, then he must be influenced by other Zodiac. He hate to set fix schedule, and dislike a boring same routine job. He could hardly be on time, and can only keep time if it is complete important and necessary. He does not come late because he forgets, but because he always find other attractions along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to act opposite to what he wants to do. He is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very good speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and make a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good politician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He can easily persuade other people and well presented himself in public, a real &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;charmer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; If he is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;writer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he will write the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best seller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always search for truth and constantly study himself. He is never satisfied about his fame, his reputation or money, because he thinks he deserved more. He will keep searching even he is not sure what is his ultimate satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman in love normally wants to feel secure and stable, but if you fall in love with this guy be prepare to be alone. He will come to see you when he feels like it. He won't even know how he spend his days everyday, so adjust yourself if you love him. Dating him is like dating 2 guys, so today he can tell you how much he loves you, but tomorrow he might call you to cancel your date. When he upsets, he could tell you he hate your dress, even it is the same dress he used to tell you make you look very sexy. Do not ask him why he is that's way for he won't have any explanations too. When he is back to normal mood, he will take you out again and forget what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot expect him to be the same person now, and forever. His changes will depend on you, for better or for worst. If you like to take risk and dare for challenges, you will get along with him fine. He keeps his emotional secretly as if hiding it, so you will not be able to see if he crazy in love with you, or does not give a damn at all, but be calm and patient. He will never leave you if he thinks you are a puzzle, then he will spend time solving this puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have finished reading the above, I suppose you can associate Roger with tall, slim, athletic, clever, well-dressed, clean, good speaker and politician, writer and CHARMER! Hahahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114967584326601929?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114967584326601929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114967584326601929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/06/gemini-man.html' title='The Gemini Man'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114813755010767732</id><published>2006-05-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:05:50.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering..</title><content type='html'>It suddenly dawned on me that I have not been brushing off the cobwebs on my blog recently..  My exams ended 2 weeks ago and this is the first time that I actually sat down in front of my computer since then. I lost my knack for writing recently and I hope to get them back soon. It might be because of the exams, or some newsletter that I have been busy with last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who still don't the BIG news.. I finally bought a new phone!!! Sony Ericsson W810i!!!!! It rocks I tell you.. the camera is superb, the sound is top draw especially the sound recorder! It can record clearly whatever crap you sing!! Hmm.. of course you gotta have a good voice like me... hahahahah.. And it is not only me whos doing that! Bernard also bought w800i recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Nokia family, Serene and John bought N6280.. Well.. lets just say there is an ongoing conflict between the 2 families.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that its about time i start planning for life after ORD.. Should I study or work? If I decide to study, what should I pursue? Should I work first and save up a sum of money to further my studies? Or should I concentrate on studying full time? How about I work and study at the same time? Can I cope? Any bank willing to loan me money? So many questions, so little time, even lesser money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to come across this course which captured my attention. Bachelor of Commerce majoring in Hospitality and Marketing offered by Murdoch University.. I think its pretty decent, but I am unsure about its recognition and its value in Singapore... Should I take it? It may not be a million dollar question, but it is definitely a $20000 question.. Can anyone help me? Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114813755010767732?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114813755010767732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114813755010767732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/05/pondering.html' title='pondering..'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114598692608727296</id><published>2006-04-26T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:44:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>260406</title><content type='html'>They say it takes two to build and start a relationship, to get together and get married. However, it only takes one to break a relationship and to get a divorce. That's a harsh reality. Why do couples always hurt each other towards the end of a relationship? Why can't they accept each other as they do in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this drama I watched recently, This couple has been together for ten years. In fact, they have been married for ten years and work at the same law firm. The husband loves his wife dearly, and is willing to sacrifice everything for her. He is a typical super nice guy, faithful, who has a stable career as a lawyer and is considerate to everyone. Sounds like a dream husband right? Apparently, his wife doesnt think so. His wife thinks that he is not ambitious enough and often chids him for letting people take advantage of him. Of course, he knows what is happening, but he just wants everyone to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife then had an affair with another person, who happens to be in the same company as them. He was devastated when he found out. However, he loves her so much that he is willing to make up with her. His wife, on the verge of making up with him, then received a stack of discriminating photos of her husband and his client together. Despite her husband repeated pleas for innocence, his wife chose not to trust him and puts all the blame on him instead for the way things turned out, including her own affair and wanted a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, her husband was heartbroken. He then did something which I thought was proof of how much he loved her. Knowing that a divorce would mean 3 years of separation first unless there was proof that either party had committed adultery, he admitted that he committed adultery although he was innocent and his wife wasn't. In that way, he could 'let her go' as he knew that such an ending is unavoidable. He wanted her to be happy at his expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that a marriage had to end this way. Maybe this might explain why he chose to let her go eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'If something you have kept makes you unhappy, its something that won't help you much. On the same note, if it's something that you won't forget, it isn't a big deal whether it's in your posession or not'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114598692608727296?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114598692608727296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114598692608727296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/04/260406.html' title='260406'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114553440215676769</id><published>2006-04-20T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:04:12.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an  update</title><content type='html'>As extracted from Kenny's blog - 'Been on hiatus mode for quite some time. I decided I should update my blog a little.'(I noticed cobwebs on his blog since his last entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to just post up pictures of what I have been doing for the past few weeks, but SOME people still refused to send me the photos. It was my fault too I guess. Haven't been going online for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there have been some changes in my life. My schedule is packed like sardines and it is getting tiring to say the least. But well, you reap what you sow. Hopefully, things will change for the better. There was also some internal shuffling at work, and I realized that changing of environment isn't as easy as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project deadline was last week. As predicted, I procrastinated until the last minute, and had to churn out my report in 2 days. However, in the midst of doing my work, I also took photos with 3 adorable kids. (But Shebs has not sent me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun after that, going out with Susan and Bernard for KTV after almost 2 weeks without singing. Haha. We took a lot of pictures (but Bernard/Susan has not sent me) and we went berserk that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Kenny, Serene and I went to John's house as he wanted to repaint his room. It has been a long time since I helped anyone to paint and painting wasn't exactly on my mind that day. I wanted to go sun-tanning or play a few rounds of mahjong. But nevertheless, we continued with JOHN'S initial plan. He painted his ceiling blue and the walls yellow. It turned out to be quite fun and we took some stupid photos. (Which John has not sent me) Oh. Did I mention that we played mahjong after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on duty on Sunday. It was hectic, chaotic and lunatic. I worked non-stop from 9am, slept at 4am the next day, woke up at 7am and went home only at 9pm on Monday. Phew. It has been a long time since I toiled my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finally earned my well-deserved break yesterday, I went out with John, Shebs, Mavis and Jovi for table tennis which I picked up recently and took a few photos. (Which John has not sent me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So now you all know who owes me photos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; I guess I will probably be busy this few weeks as well with exams approaching. So long people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114553440215676769?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114553440215676769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114553440215676769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-update.html' title='just an  update'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114373163343772500</id><published>2006-03-30T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:13:53.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalala</title><content type='html'>Finally.. I got 2 days worth of rest.. I went to the doctor yesterday and she felt that I deserved 2 days of MC!!! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the rest I have always wanted and I woke up only at noon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally started on my new HK series..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally signed up for the government Progress Package online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally started on my project.. Applied Research!! Can you believe it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally know my deployment for the week already.. Good.. good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top them up, my dear Susan bought me something!! For the first time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Must mark out this date.. 30 Mar 06.. Rare like shit.. Hahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I am having a sore throat, she bought luo han guo for me to drink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweets! You made my day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114373163343772500?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114373163343772500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114373163343772500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/03/lalalalala.html' title='Lalalalala'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114321999689835562</id><published>2006-03-25T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:06:36.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars</title><content type='html'>Everyone hates liars. I am one who simple loathes them. I might forgive someone for lying to me, but I will never trust that person again. However, although (I call them) direct liars are detestable, they cannot be compared to liars of another category. I call them 'Deceiving by Omission'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people deliberately leave out information. You may argue that they cannot be labeled as liars. But you cant deny the fact that they have the intention to hide something. It is especially frustrating when you know that you are a 'victim', but you cant protest as there's nothing seemingly wrong with that kind of conversation. Furthermore, why force someone to say something when he/she doesn’t want to spill it out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually told me that it takes two hands to clap in a relationship. I beg to differ. Think of any relationship as a rubber band. 2 different hands are holding either side of it. What happens when one hand pulls the rubber band? Tension occurs. The other party is frustrated. He/She pulls the other end of the rubber band and creates even more tension. When both sides come to an agreement, their hands loosen and tension ceases. However, when one party gets too tired from being pulled, he/she might release the rubber band altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Anyway, I have developed a short fuse recently. I get irritated easily although I can control my emotions well. Sometimes, it's better not to be bothered by things happening around you. As what Roger would say, 'don't know, don't care, don't bother'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114321999689835562?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114321999689835562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114321999689835562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/03/liars_25.html' title='Liars'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114286447910830351</id><published>2006-03-20T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:28:42.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Bleeding Nipple</title><content type='html'>This entry is not for the faint hearted. It may contain some explicit and sexy photos portraying some degree of nakedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn't have done it on the beach. Its no fun doing it in the water. My nipple almost came off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a breezy and sunny Saturday morning. Perfect for absorbing sunlight I thought. My campmates and I had arranged to go Sentosa and we reached there in high spirits. However, most of them turned up late. This was our strength at 1100hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them joined us about TWO hours later! We were enjoying the sun, sand and the sea, while playing Frisbee and volleyball. Then it happened. As the sun was damn hot, all of us took a dip in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All guys outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piling on top of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, My friend's pet dog, Alfie, was initially reluctant to play with us. We were taking a dip in the water when Alfie turned and stared at me. When I returned his gaze, he started to swim towards me. I was taken aback, but as I could see that he was afraid of water, I made a move towards him, gave him a hug while lifting him up so that he would calm down. Just when I thought that it was alright to let him go, he got afraid and pounced straight back at me. It really took me by surprise and there you go.. The story of the bleeding nipple.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a bleeding nipple before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying himself after ripping my nipple apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, I realised that I have a bunch of great friends! Just when I decided to retire from the water because of the bleeding, all of them desperately begged me to take photos with them first!! They even asked me to see a doctor asap in case I turn into a werewolf at night! Haiz.. the thing with watching too much movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went off first as I wanted to get some antiseptic cream. I met up with Bernard, Wenjie, Jiahui, Yu Gui and Priscillia at Underwater World. (My nipple is still sore) We then made our way down to Suntec. We had an estatic time, talking rubbish (still thinking of my nipple) and this photo taken at Carrefour sums up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on kids' sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist taking one myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only every Saturday was just as fun.. Minus the injuries..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114286447910830351?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114286447910830351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114286447910830351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-of-bleeding-nipple.html' title='The Story of the Bleeding Nipple'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114260526265100021</id><published>2006-03-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:21:02.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>We often find ourselves wondering, 'Why is life so complicated'? When we were young, sweets were the most rewarding treat (we did not have to worry about tooth decay), toys come at no cost (our parents paid for them), truth is the only thing that we were allowed to say (we would be deemed as a naughty child if we told lies), friends were friends (there is no need to worry about motives), playing means the world to us (injury and dangerous were not in our dictionary) and feeling troubled were the least of our worries (our parents acted as protective shields).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was so simple back then, until complication seeps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, we have to choose our friends carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, there are office politics.&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, we keep worrying about supporting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, crimes are on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, we become realistic and materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, educational attainment is god damn important.&lt;br /&gt;Because of it, we have to hurt people to achieve our aims.&lt;br /&gt;It is because of complication that you reject someone that who holds you dear, only to lose her later and find out that she is the one you actually love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine life as clear waters and complication is accumulated fine sand. Wouldnt it be wonderful if we could see everything clearly in the waters? I think we have only ourselves to blame. We are the one who makes things complicated. We are the culprits who put the blame for our own mistakes on situational disadvantages. We are the stupid ones who doesn't know how to treasure the things we own. And we are the same people who choose our paths, only to regret our decisions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might be thinking..  If things were simpler, then brains would be useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114260526265100021?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114260526265100021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114260526265100021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/03/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114191923822725638</id><published>2006-03-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:56:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sliding Doors</title><content type='html'>I still remember watching the movie 'Sliding Doors' starring Gwyneth Paltrow when I was in Secondary school. She is Helen, a PR personnel who had just been sacked. She is returning home when time reverses itself for a few seconds and a second version of herself is created. 2 scenarios then occur. One in which she catches the train home and the other which she misses the train. In the first scenario, she met James, returned home to find her boyfriend screwing his ex girlfriend and subsequently ended up with James. In the second scenario, she got mugged, went to hospital and eventually arriving home to find her boyfriend in the shower alone. She even ended up taking 2 jobs to support her bastard boyfriend who continued to cheat on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often imagine how life will turn out if I make a split second decision. Would things turn out better or worse? If I had decided to go JC instead of poly, what will I be like? Who will I become? I am really happy to have my friends with me throughout all these years. They are my many pillars of support and they bring back fond memories. Having said that, there are times when I got hurt by others and felt depressed. Would things be different if I had chosen another path? It's both contradicting and conflicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I have is sufficient to compensate for what I lack. If I do not have this unbelievably crazy bunch of friends, many things would not be possible. 5 + 1 would merely be a myth. Kenny would not have roped me into Zoosh and I might not even know the existence of Susan, Hazel and many others. I might not know how to play mahjong, I might not how to hold a mike &lt;s&gt;as well as Tammy&lt;/s&gt; and I might not even know who's Jay Chou! That was exaggerated, but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been some time since I last blogged. I seem to have difficultly stringing proper sentences nowadays. The worst thing is, I am having the insomnia bug. I think I slept like, an average of 4 hours a day for the past few days? Whatever. Shall blog again when I feel like it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114191923822725638?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114191923822725638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114191923822725638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/03/sliding-doors.html' title='Sliding Doors'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114089020818401310</id><published>2006-02-26T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:29:21.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Substitute</title><content type='html'>The concept of love is like soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Some players have the skills and the flair for it.&lt;br /&gt;Some players are lucky all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Some players can act very well.&lt;br /&gt;Some players are only after the money.&lt;br /&gt;Some players play dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Some players like to build up their play slowly while some play a more direct game.&lt;br /&gt;Some players are often overlooked by their managers.&lt;br /&gt;Some players are loyal to their clubs while some keeps changing.&lt;br /&gt;Some players do not mind warming the bench in every match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, why become a substitute when you are good enough for the first team?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114089020818401310?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114089020818401310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114089020818401310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/02/substitute.html' title='Substitute'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-114083183233913987</id><published>2006-02-25T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T09:46:34.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could Have Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could have been,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is just not meant to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-114083183233913987?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114083183233913987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/114083183233913987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-could-have-been.html' title='What Could Have Been'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113976133691388431</id><published>2006-02-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:22:16.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines' Day 06</title><content type='html'>Newspapers these days are bombarded with advertisements featuring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel packages.&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant promotions.&lt;br /&gt;Jewellery discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through yesterday's newspaper when I realized that almost every front cover of each section is covered by a full page advertisement of different jewellery companies! If commercialization is not sufficient, competition is here to stay. For the record, it is going to be 14th Feb again. Which means that the economy is striving with consumer spending skyrocketing. For couples, this day is a day for love, romance and poking the guys’ pockets. Ouch. For singles, this is the day when guys wish for someone to poke their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone agrees that there is a degree of commercialization when it comes to this special occasion. Love is not about just one day, but seeing so many couples out on the streets (or in hotels) creates warmth and happiness. To me, it is no different from any other day. Valentines’ Day serves as a reminder for us to treasure our loved ones and evaluate how lucky we are. That’s why it doesn’t matter to me where I spend it or what gifts I buy, but most importantly, who I spend it with. If you spend it with the right person, it can really be unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last year, I spent Valentines’ Day in camp. The year before, I watched ‘The Last Samurai’ and had dinner at a Japanese restaurant in Cineleisure with extremely poor service. 3 years ago, I planted a bouquet of flowers in the locker for her and we watched our first movie together, ‘Shanghai Knights’ at Cineleisure no less. As I said, It is the company that counts. One shouldn’t feel unlucky for not having a date on Valentines’ Day, but rather, feel lucky for having our special moments before. For me, I am glad that I had the chance of spending it with the love of my life. Happy Valentines’ Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113976133691388431?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113976133691388431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113976133691388431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-06.html' title='Valentines&apos; Day 06'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113889853003938395</id><published>2006-02-02T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:12:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 06</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of the phrase "I may be stupid but I am not blind"? That applies to most of us. Well, if you can read these, you are certainly not blind. But that is besides the point. Anyway, CNY is reaching its lull period already. Work has resumed and life is back to normal. I had an enjoyable time although I took lesser pictures than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only decent photo taken on the first day. Its quite obvious what we were busy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="576" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0170.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids can be quite a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion paid a visit to my aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make out the chinese character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bernard's house on the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to ride Kenny's bike but the engine stalled soon after.&lt;br /&gt;After his failed attempt, he decided that enough was enough.&lt;br /&gt;He then tried his luck riding something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This! A little zebra! It turned out to be quite successful in the end.&lt;br /&gt;And he was saying.. "Alright! I give up! This striped babe suits me the best"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We executed some stunts after he had enough of the zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvellous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we were trying to do, but we look damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went up to Bernard's house, we played blackjack with tap water at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambling with water, a healthy alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I lost to the 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, we paid Susan a surprise visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it an elephant's leg? Or is it a pig's leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="576" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0271.jpg" width="559" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Its Susan's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Susan, she had a nasty fall on the 1st day of CNY and has to endure this for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her this. And if you cant see, the caption reads&lt;br /&gt;'IN MEMORY OF YOUR FALL ON CNY 06.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was getting stuffy in the room (It smelt like someone has'nt bathe for 3 days), we decided to move to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan in her customised 'wheelchair.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are for sharing your pain isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard and I came here for dinner. Then all of a sudden, we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="317" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0317.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0315.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="327" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0319.jpg" width="388" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know what may come our way. Sometimes when we feel as if we are staring at the dark and cloudy sky, bright sparks suddenly appear. When we finally realise that this is what we need and we want to treasure that moment, it disappears soon after. The unexpected goes expectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the lighter side of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you guys have seen this &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt; Osim commercial before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-gallop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some good shit man. Free riding simulation. You can ride the whole day at your convienience and nobody cares. But there is a slight problem. Foreigners are just too wild. Singapore, being conservative, needs a tamer approach. Maybe they should deploy Singaporeans for their commercial. I am sure it will be a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-gallop Singapore edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double riding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113889853003938395?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113889853003938395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113889853003938395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/02/cny-06.html' title='CNY 06'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113844584171235648</id><published>2006-01-28T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:57:22.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy lunar new year!</title><content type='html'>Happy lunar new year people! Its the year of the dog and I love dogs! As a tribute to men's best friends, I shall post up a few photos of puppies and doggies which I took recently. May you people receive lots of hongbaos and win lots of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, dogs are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="423" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0131.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are good at sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy the sun, sea.... and the babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. most dogs are cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113844584171235648?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113844584171235648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113844584171235648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='happy lunar new year!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113828372013304709</id><published>2006-01-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:58:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kbox</title><content type='html'>Bernard, Serene and I went to Sakae for lunch yesterday before going for retail therapy. We headed down to Kbox after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard showing off his new Nike shoes which I saw 1st!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Polo Tee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Brazil season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having so much fun until things started to get a little ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard tried to grab my breasts. (Not that I have any you gay freak!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tried to subdue him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/PICT0162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us landed behind bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113828372013304709?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113828372013304709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113828372013304709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/01/kbox.html' title='kbox'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113786639055724737</id><published>2006-01-22T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:59:50.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Hey people! I am in a good mood today! Lalalalalalalala.....&lt;br /&gt;I did not spend any money today but I enjoyed myself!! Lalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;Although I am deprived of KTV, but I am still happy!! Lalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;I got a load off my mind and I am so happy! Lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just need a moment of inspiration to be happy.. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;This is an extremely happy post posted by an happy guy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113786639055724737?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113786639055724737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113786639055724737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113716293541980822</id><published>2006-01-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:35:35.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant</title><content type='html'>I have lost my zest for blogging recently. Maybe its because of the assignments that is driving me mad. Maybe its because I am mentally tired. Maybe its because my life is so stagnant that it is starting to breed mosquitoes. Maybe its because of the freezing weather that froze my brain. Whatever it is, I don't feel productive at this moment. Not at all. (That's why I am blogging now instead of doing my assignment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only someone can enlighten me on my assignments. If only my life can be more colourful instead of green and only green. If only I can go suntanning instead of freezing like hell at home. If only I could be more productive. If only I can have all the things I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are so used to getting the things we want. All of us. So how do we cope when there's something we can't have? Something we want more than anything else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113716293541980822?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113716293541980822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113716293541980822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/01/stagnant_13.html' title='Stagnant'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113699294251068110</id><published>2006-01-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:31:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal The world</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="400" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/childvulture.jpg" width="850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this picture while I was doing research for my assigment. This heartwrenching yet breathtaking picture. It took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short introduction of this picture. In April 1994, South African photographer Kevin Carter was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for this photo of a vulture stalking a Sudanese girl. In May, he went to New York city to receive the award. In July, he connected the exhaust of his pickup truck to a hose and gassed himself to death. I can almost imagine the fear and sadness he felt when he was taking this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us, our dream is to travel, to explore and to see the world. But is the world really a better place? Seeing malnorished kids bared to the bone, when they should be happily embraced in their mothers' arms turned to prey for the wild isnt exactly a nice thing to see, but it certainly is part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this picture, a familar song came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heal The World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heal the world, make it a better place&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying&lt;br /&gt;If you care enough for the living&lt;br /&gt;Make a better place for you and for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113699294251068110?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113699294251068110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113699294251068110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2006/01/heal-world.html' title='Heal The world'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113596489089419347</id><published>2005-12-31T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:48:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by a Moment</title><content type='html'>This is a story of a man who fell into a well. For a long time, no one came to rescue him. As time passes by, he gradually got used to it. He thought. "I saw the world at its darkest, so it might be a good thing to see it from another perspective".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he discovered that there was a white thread hanging by the wall leading up to the top. He was skeptical at first, but decided to go for it as he realized that the well, no matter how big it is, can never be as big as the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbed and climbed; hoping to see the faintest sight of daylight. There were times when he thought he saw it, but it disappeared soon after. He didn't want to give up. He was no quitter. But the fact is, he was just hanging there, hanging on a thread without support, climbing aimlessly. He didn't want to harbor too much hope as he knows that higher expectations equates to bigger disappointment. That was when he finally understood. "I might be too heavy for the thread".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113596489089419347?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113596489089419347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113596489089419347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/12/hanging-by-moment.html' title='Hanging by a Moment'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113570134996478242</id><published>2005-12-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:40:21.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>A belated Merry Christmas to everyone! It's kinda late to wish you people, but I have been hell busy the past week leading to Christmas. I was on duty on the 19th, then classes on the 20th and I met up with Ailing, Huifen and Gen on 21th afternoon after which I went to Oscars with my colleagues for dinner in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50oscars1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50oscars2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50oscars3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50oscars4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Christmas shopping had left me jaded (not that I bought a lot of presents though) and I had to attend some camp event at Wild Wild Wet the next day, which was rather fun in the morning until it began to pour. I went for a sneak preview of Bernard's new house later that night and we spent the whole night playing games and kicking each other's asses. We slept till 9am on Friday as we wanted to go to the gym for a workout. But unfortunately, the gym was packed. Damn it. So we decided to meet Serene for lunch at Old Airport Road as I had a craving for Wan Ton noodles. It sure didn't disappoint me. After that, I accompanied Bernard to Parkway to buy some stuffs. While we were there, I saw a sweater which I fancied and wanted to buy, but after trying it on, I felt that it didn't suit me and decided against it. Saturday was Bernard's housewarming cum Christmas party at his house. It was quite fun exchanging Christmas presents and I got my fragrance which I wanted so badly! Although my hint was as obvious as hiding an elephant under Kenny's shirt, nevertheless, a big THANK YOU to my dear Serene and Su Pin! Besides that, I also received a unique hanger from Carol and an I-pod Mini pouch from Gen! Not forgetting the only Christmas card I received from Lim Lee! Thanks people! For the blessed Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene and Carol getting cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny tried to fire-start his nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Pin and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranging all our presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Frank Pyjamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny's socks and undies stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls with their collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunks with their collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still the same collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superband 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and his newly acquired sex book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50house11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day on the 25th was fun too................................. In camp on duty that is. Hahaha.. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113570134996478242?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113570134996478242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113570134996478242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113490294349925700</id><published>2005-12-18T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:49:04.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking</title><content type='html'>I am not good at multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only be extremely nice to one person at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time itself, is a luxury to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113490294349925700?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113490294349925700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113490294349925700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/12/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113458234877911150</id><published>2005-12-15T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T02:23:58.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whining</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I updated my blog with more than 3 sentences. Since I am off tomorrow, I shall whine and complain while waiting for the Man U match to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day at work today as I was quite irritated with some stuffs that could have been avoided with proper planning. I was feeling weary after yesterday's duty and by the time I arrived in school in the evening, I was as good as gone. &lt;s&gt;We sneaked out halfway through the lesson&lt;/s&gt; Shibei then drove me to Bishan after class as she was meeting a friend for dinner. I then met up with Serene for supper before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I might be watching &lt;s&gt;Mega Hairy Chimpanzee&lt;/s&gt; King Kong tomorrow. I have been hooked on movies recently and this is going to be another one of my captures after History of Violence and Pride and Prejudice. History of Violence is seriously overrated in my opinion. The so-called violent scenes are just depicting faces of dead people covered in blood while I expect somehow more gruesome, torturous and slower deaths in this highly rated show. Not that I am sadistic, but its just not worth the money. Pride and Prejudice on the other hand, has everything that you would expect of a good show. Although the language is rather literature-ristic, both the storyline and the acting is convincing while the setting is simply fabulous. There is one major setback though. The movie is too draggy, moving at tortoise speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about King Kong, I am still pondering whether to watch it as I just splurged on a pink. Yes. Pink Polo-Tee! I do have an alternative. I can always go &lt;s&gt;HOUGANG TO SEE KENNY FOR FREE&lt;/s&gt; and buy the dvd when its out. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, these photos were taken on Gen's Birthday. Check it out people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50aaa.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl!&lt;br /&gt;Not the one on the right lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="320" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50stairs.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhunt Weight Lifting Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50bbb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb and Dumber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50ccc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic majong session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50ddd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerdy couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113458234877911150?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113458234877911150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113458234877911150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/12/whining.html' title='Whining'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113414431652775930</id><published>2005-12-10T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:05:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish the moment</title><content type='html'>No matter how well you plan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the moment before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113414431652775930?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113414431652775930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113414431652775930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/12/cherish-moment.html' title='Cherish the moment'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113379523716731708</id><published>2005-12-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:10:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigsaw puzzle</title><content type='html'>Its one of those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like blogging but my mind is all jumbled up. Like a newly bought jigsaw puzzle all over the place. When can I complete my jigsaw puzzle? The past week has been rather depressing. Other than Bernard's and hazel's birthdays (I am still waiting for the photos), everything seemed so depressing. The things I dreamed about and the things I witnessed had left me pondering about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw blogging. There are certain boundaries and restrictions you can't cross, such as being too personal or whatever government restrictions fuck shit. Things like "I like her, but I have problems with commitment" or "I am lying if I tell you that I have gotten over her" or "How a certain organization sucks", or "I farted loudly in front of my date" or "Mr White had a problem with Miss Black" and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just started on a new HK series called "Healing Hands 3", courtesy of Bernard. Not that it helps a lot, seeing all the illnesses and tragedies in that show. Haha.. I want to watch "A History of Violence" as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Me and my jigsaw puzzle post... Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113379523716731708?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113379523716731708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113379523716731708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/12/jigsaw-puzzle.html' title='Jigsaw puzzle'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113293665943878762</id><published>2005-11-26T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:42:08.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Isn't Unfair</title><content type='html'>If you think that life is unfair, think again. This is a true life account of what happened to this particular family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, there lived this family of four. They belong to the low income bracket and lived an ordinary life. One day, disaster struck. The son was found unconscious on a field and was sent to the hospital where he fell into a coma. He had to depend on a life support machine for survival but the parents never gave up. Several months later, he regained conscious and could breathe independently. Just when everyone thinks he's alright, the family was dealt another blow. Although he could open his eyes, he is not aware of his surroundings. Meaning, his brain is damaged. How could life be so unfair to a person who exudes such fighting spirit to survive? Whose family never gave up their faith in him? The doctor told them that it is impossible for him to recover and rates his chances at 0%. A second opinion revealed the same diagnosis. To add to their woes, his mother, the sole breadwinner of the family, spiraled into depression and had to seek treatment. His father gave up his job to care for him full time. With the hospital fees costing a bomb and further plans to put him up in a home, they are at their wits end. Until now, the truth on that ill-fated day still eludes them and remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to look at his son. It's so heart wrenching that I felt like leaving immediately. But the father spoke to me briefly the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: I have already acknowledged my fate. I do not want to harbor false hopes when all of us know that he is never going to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: When the doctor told me that his chance of recovery is close to nil, I did not believe him. I sought a second opinion from this world renowned doctor. That was when I know that I have been deceiving myself all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: My wife has to work in the day and can only visit him in the evening. She cries everyday and suffers from depression because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: People raise their kids, we also raise our kids. People's kids become doctors and lawyers, but our boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I really didn't know what to say. I felt like telling him that it's good he accepted the truth and since that's the case, don't be too upset. But nothing came out. Because I know that no amount of words can reduce the pain in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us feel that life is unfair at some point in time. I am guilty of it as well. But remember. &lt;em&gt;"No&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;one ever promised you that life is fair. What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113293665943878762?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113293665943878762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113293665943878762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-isnt-unfair.html' title='Life Isn&apos;t Unfair'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113258862578863088</id><published>2005-11-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:00:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Monday</title><content type='html'>This is what I came across in a novel I was reading and I was surprised that the author could echo my thoughts exactly on the type of girl that I fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What really attracted me to her was her manner. She laughed a lot, and it's easy to fall for someone who can find humor in any situation. She was also intelligent, well read, and well spoken, willing to listen and confident in her beliefs. And most of all, she was warm. She treated my friends as if they'd been her friends for years, would wave and smile at both children and the elderly. She seemed genuinely interested in everyone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would be starting my MDIS course tomorrow. I am feeling a sense of anticipation as of now. Maybe it's because I do not know where this might take me. But well, as my tuition teacher mentioned, there is no harm in studying more. Who knows? In a few years time, I might see myself elsewhere instead of the hospitality industry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been in the best of health recently. Came down with flu and cough last week and my hectic schedule didn't help much. I guessed I have clocked up like 30 hours of sleep for the past 3 days?? Amazing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113258862578863088?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113258862578863088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113258862578863088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/11/cool-monday.html' title='Cool Monday'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113198618492153999</id><published>2005-11-14T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:54:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Susan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Princess Diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally celebrated our Princess Susan's birthday already. It was a belated celebration, but better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Financial Statement For The Month Of Nov 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inflow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowance $500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expenditure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bills $100&lt;br /&gt;Transportation $50&lt;br /&gt;Repayment of debts $20&lt;br /&gt;Birthday presentS $40&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Al Dente $30&lt;br /&gt;Party World $20&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Cab $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balance $230&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days left to next payday 26 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget per day $8.84??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odds for survival 1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odds for finding sugar mummies 0.1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odds for money to drop from the sky 0.01%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odds for staying at home everyday 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I need to earn some quick bucks. Anyone interested in securing my services? Any offers will do. Any job I also do. Any Tom, Dick or Harry I also sup. Hmm.. Doesnt sound that right huh? But anyway, thats the bread and butter issue. I think I am digressing.&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh.. Susan's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Al Dente especially to find John and celebrate Susan's birthday at the same time. We really meant to pay him a visit. Really. Drinks and desserts were on the house by the way. Haha.. Dinner started at 7 and Hazel arrived slightly late, about 3 hours later. Nevertheless, we had fun drinking Pussyfoot and snapping away. We then went to Partyworld, a directive from the Princess (of the day) and it was great! I couldn't recall any other KTV sessions that left us perspiring! I think we were hopping and bouncing rather than singing! A photo check revealed a total of 118 shots for that day! Check (some of) them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="216" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50013.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 183px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50018.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escorts for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50019.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth-watering Fondue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50xx.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50048.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, the pilot came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50031.jpg" width="324" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50049.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot with her crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50062.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's Angels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50061.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50067.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-Whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50093.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crazy Shit Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50081.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on our shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50xxx.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away you ape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50110.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113198618492153999?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113198618492153999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113198618492153999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/11/celebration-susan.html' title='Celebration Susan!'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113155792313141001</id><published>2005-11-09T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:42:39.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dearest Little Susan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Since I am pretty much broke these days, I have decided that I shall give you a very special and BIG gift. You shall be one of the few lucky ones to receive a dedication on my blog! Now thats a very thoughtful present right? With BIG fonts.. Haha.. Happy 20th Birthday! May all your wishes come true and most importantly, all your presents come also! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From your most thoughtful, sweet,&lt;br /&gt;endearing and charming Roger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113155792313141001?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113155792313141001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113155792313141001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/11/susans-birthday_09.html' title='Susan&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113076720765068694</id><published>2005-11-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:03:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakae and Panasonic Weekend.</title><content type='html'>I had a Sakae and Panasonic weekend. Bernard and I went to Bugis to look for Hazel and Susan after K lunch on Saturday. We ended up at Sakae for lunch. Yes. Lunch again. Ate up 55 bucks worth of sushi and thats after a 10% discount! After that, I accompanied Bernard to shop for his digi cam and he bought Panasonic Lumix in the end. We took a few virgin shots with it but apparently, the files are too big to send through MSN. (6 megapixel big f*** is it?) Haha.. Since Susan came up with something special using photoshop, I shall post her special edition photo here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/juseforfun1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, Hazel and the 2 hunks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50108.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae Sakae! Taken using my&lt;br /&gt;5 MEGAPIXEL KONICAL MINOLTA DIGI CAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113076720765068694?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113076720765068694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113076720765068694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/11/sakae-and-panasonic-weekend.html' title='Sakae and Panasonic Weekend.'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-113076363501521637</id><published>2005-10-31T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:42:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ailing's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was our dearest Ailing’s birthday and the plan was simple. Surprise her at midnight with a cake and book a hotel room for a day without her knowledge. With that, John, Kenny, Baoling, Serene and I met up at Chua Chu Kang (After collaborating with her friend to drive her back home by midnight). I wouldnt want to go into details, but the first part was relatively successful. Now comes the tricky part. If Aiai doesnt know that we booked a hotel room for her, doesnt that mean she would not bring any clothing to change? Hmm.. Tough? Of course we got it covered. We went to her room and the girls did all the stealing! Oh, and did I mention that although it was meant for her, but someone else wore them in the end? Just follow through the photos and you will get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="215" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50034.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise No 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50053.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallery Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50094.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "transparent" swimming pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50066.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise No 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50079.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with her presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 491px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50083.jpg" width="503" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with his fetish. (8R effect for your viewing pressure. &lt;br /&gt;Erm..I mean pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50080.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-113076363501521637?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113076363501521637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/113076363501521637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/10/ailings-birthday.html' title='Ailing&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112998905309756263</id><published>2005-10-22T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:53:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50027.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to eating this brand of instant noodles again. Simply the best in the market. The noodles are tangy and QQ plus the soup base (MSG) is spicy yet endurable.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a choice, considering that I am broke to my undies and I prefer cooked instant noodles to raw grass. Weekends are so boring now, ever since.. Haiz.. I miss the busy weekends, the gatherings, the gossips, the bitching and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another typical Saturday again, except that I am on recall manning. You know, sometimes when you watch TV and these irritating tiny green soldiers suddenly appear on top of the screen and keep blinking? Yeah, that’s what it is. The purpose of this is to ensure that we are on high alert at all times. Crap. The real reason is, they are helping us to save money as we have to put off all our plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited and waited.. Scraped my plan to go babe watching and sun tanning at Sentosa, wanted to cancel my movie appointment with Deuce Bigalow but in the end, f*** it. I went to catch that movie since Kenny read the weather report stating that there will be thunderstorms in the afternoon. Well.. All I can say is, I almost melted in the heat! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Mr Kenny, he will be taking his practical 8 again tomorrow. Go for it Kenny! You better pass this time round man. You are running of things to blame already! First, you claimed that it was the lack of practice, then it was the number, next the instructor. Let me help you with it. Erm.. How about blaming the helmet or the tyres this time round? Whatever it is, you wont catch me anywhere near the driving centre during your test! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I really wish you can pass this time round. All the best bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112998905309756263?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112998905309756263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112998905309756263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/10/typical-saturday.html' title='Typical Saturday'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112887406158543468</id><published>2005-10-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:14:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, you come across a movie that is both inspiring and touching. "Goal" is one such movie. The plot is not fantastic and it might not win the best picture, but it certainly brings out effectively what it wanted to portray. As the title suggests, goal is the only destination, or rather, soccer is the only destination. It leaves you wondering at the end of the show, "what drives me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is about this unknown chap, Santiago Munez who lives in LA. His greatest passion is soccer and he is a talented player with superb technique. An ex scout happened to see him in action. He was visibly impressed and tried all means to help him to secure a trial with Newcastle United. He met with some difficulties along the way, but as the saying goes, the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like the part when the manager was not pleased because Munez refused to pass the ball to his team mates. He asked him over, kicked the ball high up and away from him, and asked him to sprint to retrieve the ball before it drops to the ground. But each time, he failed. The rationale behind it? The ball moves faster then a person and blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to "What drives me?" Munez refused to give up when his father reacted negatively to his dream and even stole the money that he has scrimped and saved in order to buy an air ticket to get to England. However, his grandmother was supportive and used her savings to buy an air ticket for him. Although he was turned away several times by the club, he came back stronger. He showed his determination and when his father passed away, he decided not to go back to LA because he wanted to prove his father wrong. The moral of the story. If everyone of us harbors a dream with passion, grit and determination, the impossible can become possible. But at the same time, how many of us can actually say that we have tried our best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished watching this screening at J8 like 2 hours ago? Here are a few pictures taken just now. Oh ya. And I wasnt very happy with something that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="415" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/1009_210232.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Bernard. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="423" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/1009_171338.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? Hermit crabs for sale? 25 bucks per crab.&lt;br /&gt;And for your info, they are called 'Ha ha' carbs. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50025.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have an idiot's guide to raising these crabs.&lt;br /&gt;I think they desperately need an idiot's guide to&lt;br /&gt;Types of Domestic Animals/Creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="343" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50026.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the beach is the best playground?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112887406158543468?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112887406158543468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112887406158543468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/10/goal.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112852254412838478</id><published>2005-10-05T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:45:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heng xiang ni</title><content type='html'>For your info, the contents of the arabic language (in my previous post)I wanna show you ppl can be found in this link. Due to some $#@$#@%$$, I am unable to create a link to the website. So for those of ya who are interested, feel free to take a look k? Ok. Its just lyrics of a song which I find it rather beautifully written. The title is called 'Heng Xiang Ni'.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/musicpara/Zhangzc.htm#很想你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112852254412838478?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112852254412838478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112852254412838478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/10/heng-xiang-ni.html' title='heng xiang ni'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112809317215376334</id><published>2005-09-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:48:44.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>很想你</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;很想你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在哪里?这些年来如意不如意 &lt;br /&gt;还快乐?还单纯?还美丽 &lt;br /&gt;时光如何对你 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在这里人海中的一座岛屿&lt;br /&gt;很平静风平浪静&lt;br /&gt;只除了深夜里回忆会疯狂来袭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很想你你知道吗&lt;br /&gt;如果可以就让我再见你&lt;br /&gt;美好微笑清澈眼睛&lt;br /&gt;好确定那持离只毁了我一个而已&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很想你听见了吗? Woo~&lt;br /&gt;这是唯一我无解的困境&lt;br /&gt;那些过去不肯过去&lt;br /&gt;不管我后来遇见多少人&lt;br /&gt;只能叹息&lt;br /&gt;都不是你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只想爱你&lt;br /&gt;我在哪里?你会不会偶尔好奇 &lt;br /&gt;有没有曾经怀疑 &lt;br /&gt;我说我会忘记只是种好意&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112809317215376334?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112809317215376334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112809317215376334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='很想你'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112731581611001303</id><published>2005-09-21T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:16:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 entry found for supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry:  supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Speech:  adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition:  &lt;em&gt;a nonsense word meaning fantastic; also called supercalifragilistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etymology:  popularized by the movie "Mary Poppins"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112731581611001303?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112731581611001303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112731581611001303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/09/supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.html' title='Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112713145354026797</id><published>2005-09-19T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:08:31.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two sides of a coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a train home today. At this particular stop, one man wearing a plain shirt and faded jeans with a tattoo below his right elbow walked in, moved towards my direction, and sat next to me. I was engrossed in my FM radio when I thought I heard someone calling me. Taking off one earpiece, I turned to this man and he started to talk to me in Chinese which goes along this line. He had this desperate look in his eyes. 'Hi, I just got retrenched last week and I have a son and a wife who is pregnant (points to a direction where a man is standing). I have no money to buy milk and diapers for my baby. Do you have money to spare me?' Well, my first thought was 'What the hell.. You conman, cant even act convincingly.' I tried to be as polite as possible, stating that I do not have much to spare. At least I was not lying to him. I only had seven bucks with me. He stared coldly at me for a while before glancing away. Although he emits this scary aura, I did not change seat as my ego forbade me to. I tried to act nonchalant and composed, plugging my earpiece back at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few stops later, he got up and walked off. As he was walking out of the station door, he looked lost and depressed. He trudged his feet along the ground and it seemed that he had a lot on his mind. What if he had really lost his job? What if he is being driven to desperation? What if (fill in the blank). My point is, if he really needs help, will anyone help him? However, I feel that all is not lost. At least he sees hope in others by asking for help. He is hopeful and not hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are conmen trying to cheat people everyday, the victims should also reflect on why they are being conned. A case of greed perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always, and always will be, two sides to a coin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112713145354026797?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112713145354026797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112713145354026797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-sides-of-coin.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112645624261515100</id><published>2005-09-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:33:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Money is often the root of all evil. The root develops into a tree, spreading its branches and growing bigger by the day. The truth is, it just takes an axe to destroy it. When people learn their lesson, they will realize that money is not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still we need money. Being hardworking might bring you good grades, but good grades are nothing without money. You cannot get into the school you desire without paying the fees. The same goes for food. Food does not satisfy our hunger, money does. What do we buy food with? Its ironic that we spend money to satisfy our hunger, yet we spend money to slim down. In the first place, why would people spend so much to binge on food then? Stupid fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had everything planned. I did my research, got all the information I need, assuming that my path is laid out perfectly. But it was not to be. I was bombshell-ed. I do not want the whole tree, I do not want the branch. I do not even want the root. I just need the seeds. Is it that difficult? I am a true believer of doing things that I like and chasing my passion. I do not want a case of '"what might have been" or "I should have" scenario in the future. I always tell my friends to go for what they want, even though they are unsure of where it might bring them. But heck, at least they will not have any regrets and most importantly, they tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you cant help but envy others. In this realistic world, money makes the world go round. The rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer. The gap widens and inequality exists. This is a fact we cannot change. What can I do now? I do not want to be a quitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112645624261515100?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112645624261515100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112645624261515100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/09/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112600838937468951</id><published>2005-09-06T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:11:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to you</title><content type='html'>My dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not your fault that things did not work out. Things happen for a reason, and I believe that there will be someone out there who will appreciate you much more. Although I know that whatever I say now may seem redundant to you, I hope that you will pull yourself together because all of us love you. Below are 2 previous posts dedicated to you. Hope that&lt;br /&gt;you can take heart from them. Cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Here is something to share with you guys. An excerpt from a Nicholas Sparks novel, "Nights in Rodanthe". This was an advice given by the mum to her daughter when she lost her husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are stronger than you think you are, but only if you want to be. It is not easy, but you must understand that I am not talking about your emotions. Those you cant control. You are still going to cry, you are still going to have moments when you dont feel you can go on. But you have to act as if you can. At a time like this, actions are just about the only things you can control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Everyone must learn to detach themselves from their experience. Do not cling on to things, because everything is impermanent.Everyone talks about experiencing life, all the good emotions and the bad ones. Taking in and keeping the memories you love and still do. And you may wonder, how do you do that if you are detached? Well, detachment does not mean you do not let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That is how you are able to leave it. Take any emotion such as love for someone, or grief for a loved one, or fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions and do not allow yourself to go through them, you can never be detached. You are too busy being afraid. You are afraid of the pain, you are afraid of the grief. You are afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and complete. You know what pain is, you know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, "All right, I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment." When you learn how to lose, you learn how to gain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112600838937468951?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112600838937468951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112600838937468951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/09/dedicated-to-you.html' title='Dedicated to you'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112539999696352661</id><published>2005-08-30T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:05:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And the sea reminded me of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I am back! Feeling rejuvenated and refreshed! Tioman was god damn fun! Quite a number of photos to show for and loads of fun and laughter over there! Not forgetting the lobster tan that I have always been craving for! Although I fell sick even before I got there, I tried to make the best out of it! I have no idea where to start, but well, I shall try to recreate a day by day account of the happenings over at Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1- It was a long and tedious journey to our destination. We actually started our journey at around 6 plus in the morning and with a few stopovers, we reached the island at around 2 in the afternoon. The weather was disappointing to say the least. It seemed like pouring anytime and our stomachs were growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="482" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50037.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly what you would call fine weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="360" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50134.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="165" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50125.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfy beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we put down our bags, we hopped over to the nearest AND MOST EXPENSIVE restaurant for lunch. I ordered Nasi Goreng and almost died of spiciness! Our dear Serene got a bit more chili than she could handle. She squeezed the chili bottle so hard that the cap just popped out! What a scene! And what a mess! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50179.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The over-priced restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50001.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene had an insatiable appetite for chili sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goondos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chio Bus??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went for some Ice-Kachang and took some photos over there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="360" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50010.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ice-Kachang hut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50126.jpg" width="473" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- We got up at around 9am, snoozed for 30 minutes, washed up for 15 minutes and then realized that breakfast closes at 10. Damn it. By the time we got there, there were like a few pieces of potatoes, few strands of noodles, one piece of Roti Prata, 2 pineapple cubes and 3 slices of watermelon left. Thank god the uncle was kind enough to cook another big tray of noodles for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="360" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50032.jpg" width="324" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not- so- early birds get no worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we got changed and started lazing around on the beach. We played some beach volleyball, took some photos, doing nothing in particular. The feeling was amazing. Relaxing and de-stressing. I could do this everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/P1010059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/P1010060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our 'nest' in the late afternoon and started getting intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50022.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny had a personal grudge against mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I had a craving for fried rice and I went out alone to buy. That was when I took this breathtaking scene of the sunset. I simply love this picture. Its just so.. picture-perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50030.jpg" width="888" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50028.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun looks into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the K-frantics (me included) went to the KTV lounge that night. Guess who we saw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="768" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/P1010121.jpg" width="880" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou! He is mesmerising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="768" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/P1010116.jpg" width="690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene says, "Bernard! higher pitch but stop killing chickens will ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- We got up earlier than usual as the guys decided to go snorkeling. We had our breakfast, got changed and ready by 9, all set to venture out to the nearby islands! Which means I can fully exhaust my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50039.jpg" width="956" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50047.jpg" width="853" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many sky shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip took over an hour and by the time we reached there, the sun was blazing. The rest of the guys got changed and dropped down into the water, leaving me and Jojo on board. Well. We had fun chatting and taking photos. We even managed to pick up a little cutie from Hong Kong! Her name is Meko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50063.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="720" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50072.jpg" width="763" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a splashing good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="720" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50075.jpg" width="745" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Meko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50077.jpg" width="994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals wanted a piece of her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the snorkeling session, the boatman brought us to a nearby island to have our lunch. By then, the sun was scorching hot and I could feel myself on the barbecue pit. Oh yeah, and check out this school of fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50156.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The School of Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had totally disgusting hardened rice for lunch but as I was hungry, I didn’t think too much about it. We bought some souvenirs on our way back. I guess that the boatman was in a good mood as he suggested bringing us to another spot for snorkeling. The guys went down as usual and I chose my spot for some tanning. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50161.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing our spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="360" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50189.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50147.jpg" width="858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Institute of Mental Health wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50145.jpg" width="1036" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far away.. In the South China Sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50168.jpg" width="1030" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate of the not-so-Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50178.jpg" width="824" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John trying out the zoom function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50153.jpg" width="823" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo requested this pic. And I am not gay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back at around 4 in the afternoon, got intellectual again and then went for a sumptuous seafood dinner! On our way there, Kenny took a splendid shot of the lighting and thunderous sky. Wow. I couldn’t get a good shot with my camera. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="768" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/P1010184.jpg" width="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4- We had our breakfast before checking out. We did some last minute shopping and took our last pictures on the island. I was reluctant to leave, but well.. I guess I did enjoy myself and its about time to return to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50208.jpg" width="976" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannonboy gives his parting shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50095.jpg" width="1097" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt mind being stranded on Tioman&lt;br /&gt;like this boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50098.jpg" width="879" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We alighted at Newton food centre, hoping to fill our empty stomachs. But all we got was this banner. I couldnt figure out the English at first. Upon closer inspection.. I realised that hungry ghost is also known as 7th moon festival. A direct translation from the Chinese term, 'Qi yue'.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="960" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50109.jpg" width="953" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was 'Shen Dan Jie' in December,&lt;br /&gt;the banner would probably read 'laying eggs festival'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112539999696352661?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112539999696352661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112539999696352661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/08/tioman_30.html' title='Tioman'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112470028806741689</id><published>2005-08-22T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:44:48.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Guys, by the time u see this, I will either be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At the beach suntanning.&lt;br /&gt;2) Enjoying a nice massage or spa session.&lt;br /&gt;3) Having a sumptuous seafood dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, will be away for a trip at Tioman from 230805 to 260805. So dun miss me too much ya? Take care ppl! will be right back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112470028806741689?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112470028806741689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112470028806741689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/08/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112420246482022520</id><published>2005-08-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:36:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"One of the ironies of life is that at the very moment we are teaching our children to walk, we must also be teaching them to walk away; that while we norish the roots, we must also help them spread their wings."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I have no idea why I put this on my blog. I find that its amusing how mocking life can be. It keeps reminding you of your past and nibbles away your present. Whatever. Anyway, here are photos. 3 to be exact, taken recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="120" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/0217_194624.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/0220_144046.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;up to ur imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/0220_155114.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fancy taking the next train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112420246482022520?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112420246482022520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112420246482022520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-of-ironies-of-life-is-that-at-very.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112349885261400657</id><published>2005-08-08T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:22:13.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUI</title><content type='html'>Well people, I have been lazy to upload my photos recently.. Here are some photos generated over the past not so few weeks.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided to call this uploading of photos only as PUI(Photos Upload Integration). Not much words, just pictures. PUI.. yes, PUI. So next time if I want to PUI my blog, you guys know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50011.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50012.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50014.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50074.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112349885261400657?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112349885261400657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112349885261400657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/08/pui.html' title='PUI'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112349606126346588</id><published>2005-08-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:25:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships Philosophies</title><content type='html'>Some relationship philosophies that I heard recently.. Some of which I cant figure out why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy no 1: When a younger man marries an older woman, happiness is guaranteed.. Hmm.. Wonder how true is that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy no 2: I do not want to be his girlfriend; I just want to be more than friends with him. Hmm.. The definition of relationship these days.. Think Friendster should come up with more relationship status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy no 3: Choose a better partner to commit after a failed relationship. Hmm.. What if the previous one was the best you could ever ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112349606126346588?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112349606126346588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112349606126346588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/08/relationships-philosophies.html' title='Relationships Philosophies'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112289975909886819</id><published>2005-08-01T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:39:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman</title><content type='html'>No. This post is not intended to retort Kennys recent post. Please do not view his blog and he is not included under my links at the right side of this page. Any similarities of any shit is purely coincidental.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tioman trip &gt; ONLY $250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying presents for the trio &gt; God knows how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking 4 days leave &gt; Heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny taking Leave to go with us &gt; Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing in Tioman &gt;  Sun, Sand and Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining in Tioman &gt; Enough to make me broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Kenny and John’s Birthday in Tioman &gt; Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are impossible, for everything else, its possible if everyone goes Tioman together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112289975909886819?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112289975909886819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112289975909886819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/08/tioman.html' title='Tioman'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112194541246354427</id><published>2005-07-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:30:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Issue</title><content type='html'>I lost my wallet a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, there have been a few wallets which caught my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not feel like getting a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I came across this particular wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a special wallet, nor is it exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was attracted and felt a certain affinity to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it was the last piece and had been reserved by someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that someone has not collected it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wallet which may not be precious to him, but to me, it is the only wallet that I want now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, should I wait? Or should I give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stick to using a coin pouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112194541246354427?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112194541246354427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112194541246354427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/07/money-issue.html' title='Money Issue'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112117410872518600</id><published>2005-07-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:19:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy</title><content type='html'>There are so many depressing things and events happening around us everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor families struggling to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little children or the elderly selling tissue papers for a living on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggers providing entertainment to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples who are truly in love forced to break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People starving in less developed countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural disasters claiming lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist attacks taking innocent lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much that we can do to help. But at the very least, we can choose to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in this world is worth your tears, as there will certainly be someone else who is willing to wipe them away for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be contented with what you have, not what you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for every loss, you gain something in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112117410872518600?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112117410872518600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112117410872518600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/07/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112117363285575973</id><published>2005-07-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:13:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dialect is Hokkien</title><content type='html'>My dialect is Hokkien and I am proud of it.. But I must admit that my Hokkien sucks.. Big time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Bernard's house to take something just now. As I was feeling rather tired and LAZY, i decided to take a cab. The moment I stepped into the car, the uncle asked me in Hokkien. "Go where"? I replied, "Upper Paya Lebar". The next thing he asked me, in Hokkien was, "Have you eaten"? I was taken aback as I never expected him to be so friendly. So I replied in Hokkien saying that I have eaten. So there he goes in Hokkien again.. "Sigh, eat too much also cannot, later indigestion. But eat too little also not enough to fill my stomach". I laughed at his thoughts but at the same time, I was thinking.. "Do I really look Hokkien to you"?? I tried my best to strike up a conversion in proper Hokkien, but it came out in tattered ones. Finally I gave up. So he spoke in Hokkien and I replied in Chinese. Fortunately, it was a short journey. Bottomline is.. I am still proud to be a Hokkien-ese!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112117363285575973?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112117363285575973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112117363285575973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-dialect-is-hokkien.html' title='My dialect is Hokkien'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112090161285867190</id><published>2005-07-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:11:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa 060705</title><content type='html'>I KO-ed at 7pm on Wednesday. Exhausted. Exhausted from the overnight mahjong session the day before and without any sleep, I met my friends at Sentosa for a beach-ing session early the next morning! However, I had a rather enjoyable time! Mahjong was hilarious and over at Sentosa, we dropped by at Tourism Academy and found Miss Ivy Tan! She showed us around and wow.. If only I am still studying there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Bernard and Kenny blogged so much crap about our Sentosa trip already, I shall just upload a few photos to share with you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/d38e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism Academy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/a131.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt want to leave this &lt;br /&gt;computer lab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/d3d5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfy lecture theatre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/2afb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lined-up for tutorial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/fa0e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/f1cd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saffron, our training restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;Now known as Rix I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/d722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/bbef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day! Peacock shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/1c56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet dancers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/38ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I know.. I am going on a diet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/f841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/rogertan_05/DimageX50045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something idiotic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112090161285867190?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112090161285867190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112090161285867190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/07/sentosa-060705.html' title='Sentosa 060705'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-112066405002389557</id><published>2005-07-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:41:03.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FRIEND</title><content type='html'>They say when you are in a foul mood, nothing goes well for you. Tha is true I realized. Hasn’t been in the best of mood lately and my luck isn’t exactly helping me. Starting to get busy in camp, (that is good in a way) and my weekend duties are looming near. This week in fact. I went for a soccer session yesterday which I regretted. I played like crap! Worse than that I think! Argh.. It is not only me I guess, with a few of my friends in a similar predicament. Anyway, just to sidetrack a bit. My friend told me this story which I am going to keep it short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl- smart and intelligent, cute, photo crazy, silly at times and sweet. Just like a little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine is an idiot. He is always so passive when it comes to affairs of the heart. Although he has changed to become more determined and confident, he still cannot get rid of his uncertainly and lack of confidence in relationships. He will back off when he realizes that he is getting too close to another girl. That was until he met her. Although he has known her for only a short period of time, he found himself gradually falling for her, reasons unknown. He believes she knows that, but her forte is acting blur and avoiding issues. He wants to get to know her better and to understand her, but he found it almost impossible to break down her barrier. There were a few times that he came close to confession, to tell her a simple “I like you”. But being the wimp that he has always been, the words just could not flow. He has been extremely sweet and sincere to her. Baking her cookies, walking her home, always lending a helping hand whenever she needs it and even getting her medication when she wasn’t feeling well. Although I did say that he is idiotic, but he is certainly not dumb. He knows that there is someone she likes and he is not asking her to accept him now. He just wants a chance because he is confident that over time, the girl will actually realize that he is much better and suitable for her. This friend of mine is not afraid of rejection, but the last thing he wants is to be ignored and avoided. Buck up my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-112066405002389557?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112066405002389557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/112066405002389557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-friend.html' title='MY FRIEND'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971966474548902</id><published>2005-06-26T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:40:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger Weekly</title><content type='html'>R Weekly is back after a long break! The editor has been lazy to publish his works due to PERSONAL reasons and he realized that he has been uploading too many photos recently! He should just stick to writing actually. Uses his brain cells more and saves the trouble of uploading pictures. Screw the editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my duty to inform you that the text/pictures you will be reading after this are not suitable for young children and immature self- claimed adults. Contents may include intoxication, act-cute photos, disgusting scenes and some forms of nudity. Ok, forget about the nudity part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed my last weekend. Loads of fun, entertainment and A PLEASANT SURPRISE! I watched “Mr and Mrs Smith” on Saturday. To say that the movie was exaggerating is a huge understatement! However, I must admit that Mrs Smith looks gorgeous though. They should consider renaming it as “MRS and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; Smith” to rake in higher profits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a well known STMS (Short-Term-Memory-Specialist), I forgot what I did on Monday. But it’s alright. Let’s move on to Tuesday. I remember that I was rather busy.. Busy with nothing, commonly known as “Pa Bang” (killing mosquitoes). The English version would be ‘slacking’ and the Hokkien version would be ‘Zuo Bo Lan’. Ok, you get my point. In the evening, I went down to the library to borrow some reference materials for a friend. “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Flash”, “xxxx Flash Guide” and “Flash xxxx”. That further concludes my ‘Computer Idiot of the Century” title bestowed on me several years back. I did not really understand those books and the feeling was mutual. Guess I was more of a hindrance than of any help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971966474548902?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971966474548902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971966474548902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/roger-weekly.html' title='Roger Weekly'/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971939909253722</id><published>2005-06-26T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:16:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/susan.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/109/1883/320/susan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like this photo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971939909253722?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971939909253722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971939909253722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-kinda-like-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971932319582727</id><published>2005-06-26T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:08:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on duty on Wednesday and it was no joke this time. I was absolutely freaking busy! I was out for the whole day and did not even have time for lunch! In the end, I took lunch and dinner together. Lunch was Nasi Lemak and dinner was Fried Kuay Teow. Both consumed at 6 plus in the evening. Sinful but satisfying. However, given my hectic schedule, I managed to squeeze in a little bit of time to capture some photos.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971932319582727?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971932319582727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971932319582727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-on-duty-on-wednesday-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971915879801215</id><published>2005-06-26T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:05:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Busy".. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971915879801215?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971915879801215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971915879801215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/busy.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971910329002815</id><published>2005-06-26T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:05:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I love myself too much.. haha.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971910329002815?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971910329002815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971910329002815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-i-love-myself-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971894683597561</id><published>2005-06-26T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:02:26.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971894683597561?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971894683597561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971894683597561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah-right.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971880316012236</id><published>2005-06-26T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:00:03.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday: Tired. Slept for 5 hours yesterday and a report was due today. Furthermore, someone pissed me off and I almost quarreled with him. If not for someone’s intervention, we would be shouting into each other’s faces. Screw that gay faggot. But fortunately, behind every asshole lies a happy man. A colleague of mine got married today and I attended his wedding dinner at Maritus Mandarin. Weddings always have the ability to make a person happy and with a feeling of wanting to get married. Haha.. Someone once said, “Marriage is a union between a woman and a prop”. I wonder how true it is.&lt;br /&gt; Food conquers all. I only managed to take a few photos as I was more tempted by the dishes than my digicam. There were drunkards, alcohol conspirers, disgusting concoctions (brandy, wine and beer) and all happy faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971880316012236?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971880316012236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971880316012236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/thursday-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971864188546179</id><published>2005-06-26T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:57:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride and groom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971864188546179?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971864188546179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971864188546179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/bride-and-groom.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971850907393652</id><published>2005-06-26T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:55:09.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971850907393652?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971850907393652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971850907393652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-team.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971844649869949</id><published>2005-06-26T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:54:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%200384.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%200384.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971844649869949?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971844649869949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971844649869949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/drunk_26.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971817824803097</id><published>2005-06-26T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:49:38.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday’s – Partyworld, Chomp Chomp and Ice Cube!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971817824803097?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971817824803097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971817824803097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/fridays-partyworld-chomp-chomp-and-ice_26.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971805783364804</id><published>2005-06-26T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:47:37.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying herself??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971805783364804?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971805783364804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971805783364804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/enjoying-herself.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971793120275818</id><published>2005-06-26T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:45:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%200131.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%200131.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beng and Lian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971793120275818?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971793120275818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971793120275818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/beng-and-lian.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8110707.post-111971749198594802</id><published>2005-06-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:41:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20025.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/109/1883/320/Dimage%20X50%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cube! I like the concept..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110707-111971749198594802?l=passiverepellent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971749198594802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110707/posts/default/111971749198594802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passiverepellent.blogspot.com/2005/06/ice-cube-i-like-concept.html' title=''/><author><name>roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10108265861023949549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
