<?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-4854050880291122819</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:59:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love to fight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8483113213383798836</id><published>2009-04-13T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:00:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>Last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post for this blog address. Simply because too many know this address and frankly speaking, i just need a venue to vent out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt; without anyone knowledge, maybe except my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i say my post is not really meant to target at anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; if there is anything i need to tell the person, i will say it in the face. so all those words are simply my opinion and my opinion are needless to let anyone know as it is meant for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a diary is meant to be locked forever by yourself, isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8483113213383798836?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/8483113213383798836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=8483113213383798836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8483113213383798836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8483113213383798836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-7504497948027620975</id><published>2009-04-13T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:02:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, here's a little updates of my life. I think i caused a upset in Chris life by meeting me in Bugis and eat a Pasta mania and he headed home. I am Truely sorry for what i have done. Even though he say nvm but is still it isnt nice at all. Owe him a meal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have been playing mahjong. all day long. it is a great activity because it trains your mind to think hard and think smart. Of course luck involves in every gambling aspect and i dont denied it comes on and off. I heard several of my friends got their enlistment letter already. Haiz what has to come, has to come. No way to avoid it since i am a singaporean, even though not a die hard one. Tyron is sleeping in my room and he is cute and funny, and naughty. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been picking up some part time jobs here and there to transfer my directions elsewhere. Everyone has different and i must learn to listen first before sharing my thoughts. So it is better to ask for opinions FIRST then to shoot what's in your mind, unless you are told to do so. Thats the reason god gives us 2 ear and 1 mouth. With the different length of my fingers on my hand, i also understand that each one have different strengths and weakness. haha. Sounds weird isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my family members and my friends happy always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-7504497948027620975?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/7504497948027620975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=7504497948027620975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/7504497948027620975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/7504497948027620975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-6036420338098056435</id><published>2009-04-13T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:48:33.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Sad, to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just about 1 am plus when i reach home yesterday and updating my blog. all was cool and calm. simply nothing happened. until i heard a bomb.. followed by a scream. Sometimes it happens in my area because those malays playing water bomb. so i didnt even bother to look down. for a split second i did though of looking down my window, but i did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning when i am browsing through my phone internet, my mom told me someone jumped off the building yesterday night. This is sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i do not is a she or a he, why end the life short? haizzzz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-6036420338098056435?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/6036420338098056435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=6036420338098056435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/6036420338098056435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/6036420338098056435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8073199996723813886</id><published>2009-04-13T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:47:30.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You cant make someone love you</title><content type='html'>moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible this is one of the hardest things to accept when it comes to matters of the heart. You find the person you've been looking for all your life. Trouble is, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; seem to have realized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you met recently and you're head over heels, but they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; seem very keen. You're hanging on desperately, sure that they must soon realize you are made for each other ... Or maybe you've actually been together as a couple for years - they are very fond of you, after all, and being with you is easy - but deep down you know they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or, maybe, later they'll tell you that things just aren't working out, but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to hear it. you try to persuade them to give you another chance. Maybe you try to change, to become the person they really want. It's all a bit humiliating really, but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see it like that. You think it's worth it to win their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is though - it never works. Love just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; like that. You can jump through any hoops you like, beat yourself up for not being able to match up their standard (as you see it), damage your confidence and your self- esteem in the process, and still they wont love you. They cant. Maybe they are gentle and apologetic about it, and maybe they are unkind or even brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; is played out in relationship the world over - where only one of the 2 is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; in love. Think through some of the couples you know and i bet you can think of examples where this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, however wonderful the object of your affections is, if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; love you back the relationship will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be that good. Even supposing they &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;love you, if it requires you to keep jumping through all those hoops to hang on to them, it's just not worth it. You need and deserve someone who loves you for who you are, not for who you're pretending or trying to be. So as soon as you realize you're with someone who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; love you, you need to be really brave and end the relationship before they do. You will feel bad about losing them, but great for holding on to your pride, and one day you will look back and realize how courageous and right a decision it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8073199996723813886?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8073199996723813886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8073199996723813886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-make-someone-love-you.html' title='You cant make someone love you'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4854050880291122819.post-3432655137402123717</id><published>2009-04-11T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:55:30.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of Humour will last you long after everything else has gone</title><content type='html'>Enlighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose someone who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the First rule &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it is the most important in all relationship. If you choose your partner for their looks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; status, or even the rest of their personality, you could regret it eventually. Anyway lots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; can get lost along the way. Even personality traits can change - a confident person can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shattered by&lt;/span&gt; an emotional trauma, a patient person can become irritable and frustrated through illness or pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a sense of humour will last you long after everything else has gone. When you are both sitting there in you rocking chairs, decades after retirement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the kids have long since grown up, it maybe all you have left. And if it is, it will be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is worth it's weight in gold. A sense of humour is a very personal thing, and some people just make us laugh more then others. When you find the person who really makes you laugh more than anyone else, marry them. Assuming they are the right sex. Your are guaranteed to fancy them, because anyone who makes you laugh will be hugely attractive, even if they are not physically what you had been anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you meet someone with gorgeous legs, or sexy eyes, or a cute smile, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be seduced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; away. See if they can tickle you without touching first. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; compromise on the sense of humour, because it really is the top priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-3432655137402123717?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3432655137402123717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3432655137402123717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/sense-of-humour-will-last-you-long.html' title='A sense of Humour will last you long after everything else has gone'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4854050880291122819.post-1074561992052751916</id><published>2009-04-09T11:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:36:26.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlpool</title><content type='html'>Stalemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you i m good. i dont need sleep. haha. I slept at 7 and woke up at 9. and i am damn awake. The very first thing i did is to hunt for my hp and go to 'always' the blog to see if there is any post. and got a post la with only one statement. And i promise myself this is the last sorrow thing about this shit and the rest will be buried, either i keep it to my very self or i will enter the chruch and speak to the statue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are little cards at your hands, there are little things you can do, especially small cards. This is the game of dai dee, correct? So i feeel i have little cards at my disposal till today because i realise i cannot do anything before sorting out what i want. And the lesson today is know what you want before doing anything to get what you want. If not you will reach the middle and fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything change when their status change. Friends is like this. Together share all these laughter. But when together le minus away the laughter fill in with more sorrows and inject abit of the daily life quarrel and more problems raising up. I never know holding hands is nothing in today context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend i am going to intro her to everyone. Let us name her... Teeth. huh teeth? yes teeth. haha. i knew her in a situation becoz she is my friend's friend. And teeth and i talk whenever she had problems with her boyfriend or upcoming boyfriend and vice versa. AND usually we will pour everything out is because i do not know her group of friends well and neither do her know my friends at all and we do not need to worry other of her friends know any of the secrets. All comments by us is genuine with no biased category in it and it is a straight forward de. No hiding no nothing. Just speak of the heart. and we usually talk from 10pm to 4 am and finish off with a 7-11 tour. So if possible, find one. Sometimes teeth comments is good because it is from a girls perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unclear of what you want, how can you expect people to fuifill what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is someday must bow down to fate and admit defeat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you, but i cant like you. It is hard to say when love is right in front of you. If you dont grab the chance, you will miss it. (scorpio1869)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-1074561992052751916?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/1074561992052751916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=1074561992052751916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1074561992052751916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1074561992052751916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/whirlpool.html' title='Whirlpool'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-2171217231004737382</id><published>2009-04-09T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:25:20.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the twist and turn of life.</title><content type='html'>SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the best day to describe what is a sad day. Really. I told the world Liverpool need to be a underdog to win games, big games. And there it goes boom a home defeat by 3 goals to 1. Lucky i never watch the match if not i will smash the TV, i promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the irony is, if i place a bet on chelsea or/and a draw, I SWEAR LIVERPOOL IS GOING TO WIN THE MATCH. Just like you double down a bet in blackjack when you saw banker got a single card 5, and usually the banker will ended up in a total of 20 or 21 points. U never know the fate until it happens. Some people just like to depend on luck, play slots machine which is not in their control at all.Totally depend on luck. But some will only play blackjack, mahjong or bacarrat simply because they believe they can control the fate of the game by controlling the movement of the cards or his observation skills. But Fark it, Fate make silly people look more silly. When you think you have the control of the game, fate will throw it away for u. when you though you wanna let it ride your bet , they will snatch it back from you and throw it back into your face telling I HAVE JUST FOOLED YOU. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just no less then 24 hours, my life change drastically. Since back from Macau, i have prepared for the worst. i know my life is not that smooth. so i told myself to get ready for the worst setback. even the worst casino banker will get blackjack once in a blue moon. i never seem to learn to appreciate things. at the least friendship. and i almost burst one of my friend relationship. but fortunately we still can talk and i m glad about it. i never learn from past experience and always making things in a haste. i m just like many youngster out there who cant take things slowly. i cant seems to match what my horoscope says: ' the most stable when problems starts. Best in handling problems becoz willing to take things slowly and looking at all angles.' or how a Tarus should STEADILY FUNCTION. I sucked in it man. Now i am wondering am i born in may. If only everything can be nvm nvm and live the whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and frankly speaking, i dont need any comments from anyone, especially people telling me how to do or function to be a better person becoz all those words are bull shit. If you are that damn good, then save the comments to yourself. i will live by my principles and i hope everybody respect me how i respect everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Tired as a person, Predict true about life but just duno when it will stirke. Usually at the time when u didnt want it to happen most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-2171217231004737382?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/2171217231004737382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=2171217231004737382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/2171217231004737382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/2171217231004737382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/twist-and-turn-of-life.html' title='the twist and turn of life.'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-238321946228752950</id><published>2009-04-08T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:26:54.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is going to paint the house! For the past 10 years that i have been living in this house, i have never though of smelling fresh paint over my room or the house. And here comes the controversy. My mom wanna hire the professionals to do the job but my Dad wants it to be done by our own hands! Coin will always have 2 sides, each with its pros and cons. HAHA. This ultimatum sent by my mom is a SERIOUS one. and no one dares to disagree. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd night is a good night. Not in terms of my sleep but the events that are happening. How much fun can 2 people have when they ended up in mustafa centre shopping aimlessly? but none the less, it was GREAT! haha. After that was my all time favourite, Mj and then Blackjack. Isnt this perfect life? It is. Only with the right people at the right time. And the small chat at the night... spending time with one another is always better facing device to get their msg sent. it always doesnt send the right msg. i still remember the funny look when you go home and didnt know how to reply to my question. and hurried off like an aeroplane. Haha. Maybe it is just more then a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool tonigh face chelsea and i tell you i hate it. Not because our opponent is Chelsea(anyway we have beaten them at LEAST TWICE this season) but because they are the underdogs of the game. Usually Liverpool shine when they are the underdogs. But nvm, Just play and trust me, it is worth to stay awake for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right till now. Downloaded some power pack R&amp;amp;B. haha. Enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-238321946228752950?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/238321946228752950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=238321946228752950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/238321946228752950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/238321946228752950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-1624569321145821046</id><published>2009-04-04T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:06:56.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as mention, today is a boring day. my sprint ankle makes the matter worst. i though i could shake the injury off during the game of basketball yesterday night but when i reach home, the sharp pain keeps coming back and i need no less then 6 medicine to counter the pain. Includes all traditional Zhen GU shui and many more. Finally it gets better this morning but the pain is THERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some sports update in my blog! First is unity secondary enter the next round of National School competitions by beating maris stella high school. Ya i bet they wont lift the trophy again this season. haha. Cavs had a shocking defeat against Orlando? by a hugh margin? Simply unbelievable. HAHA. And tonight, Liverpool would love to continue the winning streak for the premier league trophy. Gee. DUn score too many la, by 2 can already. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was told my blog is too dry. No pictures. In other words it simply means boring, just like me. HAHa. so i found some funny pics from my e mail and i m going to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/Sdc-eB43xyI/AAAAAAAAABk/I-Cthh5IoK0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320790170385499938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/Sdc-eB43xyI/AAAAAAAAABk/I-Cthh5IoK0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you going to spend this lots of money????  Man, the size of the total money can become my resting nest. haha. Hope i can get half of the pic there. Dont too greddy ah.. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, that's all for now. 3 entries for these 2 days. nothing to do so finding something to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-1624569321145821046?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/1624569321145821046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=1624569321145821046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1624569321145821046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1624569321145821046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-boring.html' title='Today is boring!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/Sdc-eB43xyI/AAAAAAAAABk/I-Cthh5IoK0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-6240778267789301912</id><published>2009-04-03T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:44:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friday? NAh...</title><content type='html'>Content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step towards my ambitions have began. I have completed the official basketball coaching course and has been told that i have pass the theory and the practical. I swear the paper is tough. When i had finish my paper, my coach is still stuck at the frist page. So i am glad that i manage to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little too much to expect but i hope one day i can be a coach in theNCAA basketball, be it the first asia coach or the first Singaporean to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris told me before that it is not advisable to put tag-box in blogs. At that moment i wonder why? Now i know. Only losers vocie in tag-box because they do not know anything about the situation and comments like they know it all. Fark it losers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friday coming? Nah, Chris say it doesnt really concern me because i am spending every week, every day a good monday, good tuesday, good wednesday, good thursday, good friday, good saturday and a good sunday. wahaha. sounds true. Have been slacking to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right done up today's entry. Go watch the new jackie chan movie. It is good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-6240778267789301912?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/6240778267789301912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=6240778267789301912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/6240778267789301912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/6240778267789301912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-nah.html' title='Good friday? NAh...'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-7143315899503491009</id><published>2009-04-03T05:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:06:31.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Peaceful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am in good control of myself and i am proud of myself. my good friend recently face some problems so he took medical leave to recuprate his mental damage. I suppose my another friend is also decieved by the word crush from the singer David Archuleta. We are all young and due to the speed of internet, we want things to be fast, and usually haste will make things fall ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us learn from past expeience or i should say YOUR history. there is a joke from a student,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: History is a very interesting subject. It tells you about what had happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Please teacher, I don't think I want to study history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why?Student: There is no future in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So usually we will do what we think is right and hopefully avoid what is wrong from the past. but many will let history repeat itself. Just like me entering into a relationship without thinking much. i am just like any other kids today wanting things to happen fast. but in the end i spoilt somebody good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it comes back to my this good friend whom he deem as a failure in this particular girl. i question him whether is this a crush or do you really like her? what the crush die down in no more then months, are there future in it? definately what i mean here is able to be together and do many things together and develop into love and responsibility. it really worth considering. but there are tons of successful stories backing that many still eventually get marry and live till old ripe age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always feel it takes courage to ask a girl out, to ask for her hand, or to even ask, how r u doing? Especially to those you know she is the one that let your heart skip a bit faster when you talk to her. for friends only category, this is not a problem. you dun even need courage, you just need a phone. Even though she doesnt know you like her, it will still takes a certain degree of courage to do so. But things get more intense when she knew you like her and the frequency of you and her going out decrease to a all time low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a song from David Archuleta, the americian idol. - Crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be Where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm tryin, tryin to walk away But I know this crush aint goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever cross your mind When were hangin, spending time girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take Cause I believe that we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i question my friend, let us name him Chris. This song is what i told him. can the girl or him make it something that it will last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my friends. now is my turn. and i know i am in this situation, this crush situation. it is not a bad thing, neither it is good. and the target i am refering to definetely know this is meant for her because i just told her in msn. Going back to the song, it really makes me feel hypnotized, think about her, protective about her and a rush. and i would like to ask her has it ever cross her mind, when were hangin, spending time girl together, are we just friends or is there more? we can talk all around the world and non-stop and the feeling is great, but, Am I crazy or falling in love, Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i dont need any answer from anyone. Neither do i wish this friend of my shrink a distance away from me. We had fun and i hope it continues becoz we talk like no tommorrow. i could have jolly well confess to her and pile lots of shit on myself in many chances but i choose to take a back seat and view the whole thing to avoid another mistake. i dont need it to last forever, just good enough for all of us to be happy. Please dont tell me it is impossilbe because nothing is impossible since obama became the president of USA. the current situation is great. nobody wants changes. but only changes will lead to more success. this theory is from the book who move my cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully when the time comes, we both get a chance at one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-7143315899503491009?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/7143315899503491009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=7143315899503491009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/7143315899503491009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/7143315899503491009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-3714936987299139084</id><published>2009-03-24T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:01:15.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me so into coaching is because till today after 2 years, people still remember i was once a coach in a primary school, without a actual coaching cert and a young dude trying his success. But what makes me happy in coaching is when you recieve praise from all sorts of people and seeing your players performing in the court. Your own team craved by your own. You win some you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even till now, my players still remember me as a coach and telling me they are getting into the school team and playing their next game at where and when. This feeling is so good and trust me, money cant buy such feelings. After the long torture of training from me in the past, they seems to remember the good times only and still perfroming now. I wish them all the best in their game and hopefully if i have the energy and time, i will visit their match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what sort of satisfaction do you get actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting from the first day, people address you as Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teach the students the skills they have never even heard before and gradually see them improve when day pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they told you your training is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;their attendance is more stable and they start pulling friends to join&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we can even have tea or coffee outside the school, just like friends and they no longer scare of me, but respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;players telling you that they have never won a game before and it was their first time winning games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;win big teams like always national team Pei chun and know them out of south zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;older coaches acknowledge your success and ask you keep it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more digits in your bank account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a team that never won a game in south zone before entering national once i am in charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tournament ended, players invite you back to the school to join their school events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no longer a coach there, but players told me the new coach isnt doing a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New coach doesnt even win a game in the south zone tournament in the new season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Players telling you they are entering the school team and playing this week at various venue and timing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This feeling can never be compare with anything. All efforts  pays off. Big time. No regrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-3714936987299139084?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/3714936987299139084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=3714936987299139084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3714936987299139084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3714936987299139084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/03/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-4809526077530780454</id><published>2009-03-20T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:47:01.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Singapore</title><content type='html'>tired and happy? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore after the 4 days Macau trip going all around small island visiting one casino after another. From MGM Grand to Wlynn to Holiday INN to Venetien to Star World to Grand Lisboa and many other small casinos. It is more then just an eye opener which shows how competitive the market is in Macau. Each casino got mini bus to fetch customers to their casino and everything seems easy for you to place your bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However experiencing the grand casino from asia to european to america style, it all boils down to one same feeling. The feeling of the banker taking away your 13.5 grams 100 HKD chips but on the same time wanting to continue to win more. The super-duper mix emotions play around all night long. Thinking what is the next card might be is more stressful then drawing money from the ATM. The worried no income boy whom only got that thousand to win some pocket money back to singapore. But overall it is fun. Everyone should try it out someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Jack told me it is a good time for holiday. A time to reflect on your life. Looks like i had a wasted trip because i didnt think much at all. in fact is nothing to think about because i know what i want. I Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets harder every day, but I can’t seem to shake the pain. I’m trying to find the words to say, please sayIt’s written all over my face, I can’t Function the same when you’re not here. I’m calling your name and no one’s there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope one day you’ll see nobody has it easy, I still can’t believe you found somebody new. But I wish you the best, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an ordinary man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-4809526077530780454?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/4809526077530780454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=4809526077530780454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4809526077530780454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4809526077530780454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-singapore.html' title='Back in Singapore'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-833043192166428960</id><published>2009-03-12T11:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:45:12.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all came back -- Homecoming</title><content type='html'>mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate brought us together years ago at a very unpredictable venue - KH house shuffling the tiles. soon it brought us apart to even as far as Thailand for i know. But yesterday, it brought us back together again, for only just 4 hours, and all the feelings and thoughts came back at once, just at my fingertips. Again, fate brings away everything along back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still the one i know when we first met. she is still as pretty as she is. people question about me and her, i would answered is all in the past. Only now i realise, it is all in the past when i am not with her. it all returned again when i saw her again. seems like i am having a hard time getting over her. i wonder this is becoming a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didnt surprise me to see her there but i was told i am fortunate because she no longer a frequent patron. indeed i felt happy once i saw her. we didnt talk as much as we use to. the greeney eyes of mine were well spotted by her when others approach. i rather choose to walk away. it is too difficult to smile again in front of the crowd. but soon, it resume what i wanted it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the same old ah boy and ah girl story. it was said that it will never to be changed. No one can prove words till actions are done. i choose to believe your current will be your future by living every relationship to the fullest. That's you. Chapter close, just any other story books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish her happy always.. really.. and someone told me she will definately be happy always with my blessing. i hope so. i wish. bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-833043192166428960?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/833043192166428960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=833043192166428960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/833043192166428960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/833043192166428960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-all-came-back-homecoming.html' title='It all came back -- Homecoming'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-1619151099119009116</id><published>2009-03-07T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:52:26.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>moody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is damn moody day. Even though things isnt as rough as it seems, but somedays are simply turn off. Suddenly, it relates me to think what is life all about. i find it rather interesting and see which of the following you have encountered before or heard before. see if you agree with me. all of the below scenerios are me myself experience it or heard from friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically life is playing around with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. taking advantage of others and vice versa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True huh? how many of you have been taking advantage of others and the next day someone will jolly take advantage of you? It happened in daily life but many of times, we are even happy to be taken advantage of. example is a coach is uitilising all his rights to ask his players to do things for him or whatsoever. many bball players will be more then happy ya? How many of your friends are close to you because they need you and not at other times when they do not need you? God damn many isnt it? today i heard from some coaches say that my coach often dump his PEOPLE aside when he is of no value to him or he doesnt need him anymore. I couldnt agree more. i am wondering if he has any idea that he is dealing with people? Chinese have a proverbs saying: 百年修来同船度 千年修来共枕棉. Go figure it out what it means. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. unexpected coming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always expect the unexpected. Nice to say, easy to quote, difficult to proceed. How to expect the unexpected? even though we use to anticipate what is happening next, how many of times it will turn out to be? People always say if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. Even with sufficient planning, things might turn out shitty due to unexpected coming. Who can you blame but yourself? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's life isnt it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiya write until here i boring already. because too moody to continue. Maybe next time when i am in a better mood, i will write more colourful things. meanwhile some great songs to intro!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;turnin me on - Keri hilson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breath slow - Alesha Dixon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get back - Demi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let it rock - Kevin Rudolf feat. Lil' Wayne 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiya many more.. Lazy to put. just mail me if you want any.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Peace of mind doesn't come from having less problems - it comes from being less critical!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-1619151099119009116?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/1619151099119009116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=1619151099119009116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1619151099119009116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1619151099119009116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-2416038911739057464</id><published>2009-03-03T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:09:02.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity diffusion</title><content type='html'>touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow life. this is what i am experiencing now after my exams. The nothing to do life attitude really makes me think whether such a life is good for health. No worries since exams are past. Everyday focus on my coaching course and go around Singapore watching inter-school tournaments and meet up friends to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;, catch the latest movie in town are my daily plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very nice Doris make everyone a card and i am the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt; king! Glad to be named that way but i thought i suppose to be the president of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mj&lt;/span&gt; club? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. but indeed i am touched by her effort to write the letter even though some England of mine couldn't make it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. her last statement is a meaningful one, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S the girl of your life will come someday so wait PATIENTLY OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply is OK! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;becoz&lt;/span&gt; not much other choice ma. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. so would you rather i sit back and WAIT PATIENTLY or be a little pro active to find one myself?? She saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;edwin&lt;/span&gt; the other day and fell in love with him. OH wait, i twist the words. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. further contents please find it out from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are certain things in life cant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your family members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this, god damn please believe me. No matter how much you hate your parents or siblings, this fact that they are your family members will not change forever. you will carry the surname of your dad for life. So please forgive them otherwise when you really want to do so, you might no longer have the chance, it will be sad. No parents will harm their kids. it always take more courage to forgive someone then to hurt them, especially your kins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your blood group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, bullshit. If you are a o blooded human, you will be one forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Time will be return back to what you missed out. Only movies like Click will illustrate the wonders to turning back time. Therefore do things that you wont regret in the future. Trust your instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; other then this 3 thingy, the rest all can change so please move along with time and make changes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to improve yourself. Be it cut your hair, trying to be daring by asking someone out or even say something in the person face, it will change your life drastically. Whether the change lead to a good or bad experience, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; matter anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;becoz&lt;/span&gt; even though it's bad, you learnt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Close the door on the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past is only alive if you keep it alive. You cant change yesterday but you can build today for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shackle&lt;/span&gt; yourself with regrets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; start feeling sorry for yourself. Whatever your previous circumstances, others have gotten through the same or worse. Appreciate yourself as a tested survivor: strong and determined. Learn from the past but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; assume that your past automatically equals your future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead, fill your life with anticipation. Set your goals. Write your to-dos. Just because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; done something before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean that you cant start doing it right now. Be the new, dynamic you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above statement are meant for my friends whom i know that are facing crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a chance to read it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-2416038911739057464?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/2416038911739057464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=2416038911739057464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/2416038911739057464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/2416038911739057464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/03/identity-diffusion.html' title='Identity diffusion'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-3382566439314186731</id><published>2009-02-19T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:29:32.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons</title><content type='html'>Glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choose your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comparisons&lt;/span&gt; wisely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many of our feelings of satisfaction or dissatisfaction have their roots in how we compare ourselves to others. When we compare ourselves to those who have more, we feel bad. When we compare ourselves to those who have less, we feel grateful. Even though the truth is we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; the same life either way, our feelings about life can vary tremendously based on who we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; with. Compare yourself with those examples that are meaningful but that make you feel comfortable with who you are and what you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joe is the oldest of 6 brothers. The brothers range in age from 21 - 42. His family never had a lot of money, and the older brothers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;especically&lt;/span&gt; grew up in modest circumstances. When they finished high school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; and the two older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bothers&lt;/span&gt; went to work. When the three younger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bothers&lt;/span&gt; finished high school, however, they went to college. The older brothers feel like they missed out. Since financial aid wasn't as plentiful, they really didn't have a chance to get more education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If they compare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; to their younger brothers, Joe and the older brothers may feel disappointment and jealousy. They may ask, Why did they get the opportunities i did not? But if they compare themselves to many of their friends - men their age, men who had similar opportunities - the brothers see that they have more than most of their friends in terms of job satisfaction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a fulfilling family life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, Joe would gain no advantage by depriving his younger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; of their opportunities. But he still feels bad when he compares &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; to them. The answer, then, is not to make that comparison. The younger brothers grew up two decades later, in a different world and in many respects in a different family. Instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; themselves by making this comparison, Joe and the older brothers can feel good about both their younger brothers and themselves when they make a more realistic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; to those who faced the same challenges as they did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A large group of students was given a word puzzle to solve. Researchers compared the satisfaction of students who finished the puzzle quickly or more slowly. Students who finished the puzzle quickly and compared themselves with the very fastest students came away feeling dissatisfied with themselves. Students who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; the puzzle more slowly but compared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; with the slowest students came away feeling quite satisfied with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; and tended yo ignore the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; of the quick- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;finishing&lt;/span&gt; students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-3382566439314186731?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/3382566439314186731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=3382566439314186731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3382566439314186731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3382566439314186731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/02/comparisons.html' title='Comparisons'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-4629488572503295594</id><published>2009-02-12T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:06:06.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck!</title><content type='html'>moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever think when our luck will be gone? like one fine day you have used up all of your luck. or your luck is never replenish after like you have used up for the past 10 years? Have you wonder why luck come and go like singapore MRT? sometimes you can get real lucky in a day and everything went so smooth sailing but some days you can forget about it like mahjong, getting a bad hand and hopes that particular rounds ends quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i will miss my SW classmates and i think i will miss them badly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pretty Azi, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the muai thai master mr Apachai, Jackson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ms. gf number 1, TWT &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the funny, Zul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the funny but not funny,Tang en&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the everything also want and yong chun yuan, Kenneth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sleep round the corner, Gab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the religious, Rach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the going to be father, Kenny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the stress man, Wei teck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the babe, Denise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the wordy, James&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sprinter, Daryl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the mahjong queen, Doris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cool, Eunice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the shaker, Farhan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the speedy, Raymond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the lifeguard, Huai xin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the theories, Andy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the not so tall man, firdauz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the tatooist, Charmain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the actress, Beiyi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the biker, Khai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the virgin, Razean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the defender, Bing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the mother, Isa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think thats about it? and of course the best lecturer Mr. Lionel Teo, the big show Mr. Wong and the counseller Ms. Prema. you bet i will miss them.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You dont have to win everytime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ultracompetitive people, who always need to win, end up enjoying things less. If they lose they are very disappointed, and if they win it's what they expected would happen anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Richard was running for reelection as president in 1972. He directed his campaign staff to take all avaliable measures to win as many votes as possible. Most famous, of course, were the break-ins they staged at Democratic Party headquaters in the Watergate building in order to plant bugging devices. But staff workers also engaged in an endless series of what Richard himself labeled 'dirty tricks.' They would call up pizza par;ors and order a hundred pizzas to be delivered to the office of an opposition candidate. They would hand out phony fliers telling people that an opponent's rally had been canceled. They would call meeting halls and cancel reservations opponents had made for events. Why did they do these things? Richard was obsessed with winning - at all cost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The great irony was that Richard was winning anyway and didnt need any of these tricks. But his inability to deal with the possibility of losing caused him to pursue these extreme methods and ultimately cost him the prize that he had so desperately pursued. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Competitiveness can preclude life satisfaction because no accomplishment can prove sufficient, and failures are particularly devastating. Ultracompetitive people rate their success with lower marks than some people rate their failures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thurman 1981.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-4629488572503295594?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/4629488572503295594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=4629488572503295594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4629488572503295594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4629488572503295594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/02/luck.html' title='Luck!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8564480470978685844</id><published>2009-02-08T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:48:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping opinions to yourself</title><content type='html'>anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has purpose and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are not here just to fill space or to be a background character in someone else movie. consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to would be different without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all connected, and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the example of Peter, an attorney in Philadelphia, and his dog, Tucket. Tucket was very sick. Gradually he was becoming paralyzed by a tumor on his spinal cord. Peter could not find a vet who could save his dog. Desperate to find someone who could help, he turned to a pediatric neurosurgeon. the doctor agreed to try to help Tucket, and in return he asked Peter for a donation to the children's hospital he worked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry has never met Peter or Tucket. Jerry is a blue-eyed, blond-haired, 5 year old boy who loves to eat marshed potats. Jerry also has tumors on his spine and in his brains. With the help from the donation Peter mmade to the hospital, Jerry underwent successful surgery performed by the doctor to remove the tumors. Tucket surgery was also a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies of older americians find that one of the best predictors of happiness is whether a person considers his or her life to have a purpose. Wothout a clearly defined purpose, 7 in 10 individuals feel unsettled about their lives; with a purpose, almost 7 in 10 feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me to keep your opinions to yourself. well said. because if other did not ask for your opinions, USUALLY they are not interested in your opinions. it will only turn out to be a fool blabber doing what he is best at. so it is a good learning point for me in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic High number 9: kill of unity sec bball with his 3 pointers many years ago in Toa Payoh sport hall. even till now many still remember and of course as a player, i remembered too. Today, we are in the same class and even having meals together. Can you imagine? i cant. haha. on court is a different thing. he is a nice guy, a malaysian and play good basketball. haha. (now i know PR must also serve NS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8564480470978685844?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/8564480470978685844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=8564480470978685844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8564480470978685844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8564480470978685844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/02/keeping-opinions-to-yourself.html' title='keeping opinions to yourself'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-4146784616909988140</id><published>2009-02-05T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:45:46.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologise</title><content type='html'>tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hear someone who is elder say sorry to you?&lt;br /&gt;Lets say your mom or dad say sorry to you? very seldom isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, my aunt did it. And i have picked it up from her. The story is...&lt;br /&gt;my uncle and my aunt came over to my house for dinner. As always when they reached, i will greet them. but my aunt was busy looking at certain information from her child and miss the greetings from me. only my uncle response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few minutes later, my aunt apologise to me, saying she didnt notice i was greeting her. I am surprise, really. it is not difficult for someone to say i am sorry but it is difficult to hear it from someone, especially from someone whom we respect. therefore in future remember to apologise first, it will always be nice to the other who is recieving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lead me to think someone or many of them in SW0602 is HYPER DEFENSIVE. no matter what we say, either it is a joke or we really mean it, they tend to be very touchy and got hyper defensive about it. i have never hear them apologise about their behaviour. this is something maybe everyone should be aware. must we really get agitated because of a statement that someone is just joking about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i got several good books to share. you know, technology makes wonder. just download, print, spend $2- $4 to get it bind, and it became a book. Fantastic. And recently i have a book named Feeling good: 100 ways to feel better everyday. some of the ways really works but we cant simply follow all 100 ways. haha. feel free to borrow from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. the not-motivated to work on projects feeling. my group mates are wearing success oriented boots while i feel i am lagging far behind them. just simply not able to produce the work like i used to. just want to sleep and rest everytime. This is distorting because i need to produce works that the group needs. My health and wellness project isnt giving me any help at all. seems like the module objective is to help people however, it does not help those who are working on it. the Killer Last 2 weeks is happening now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all for today. hopefully sunday MJ is a fun thing. TWT make her DEBUT appearence on the MJ table. Interested parties please sign up for seats or can call 18oo-sistic for more information. WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-4146784616909988140?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/4146784616909988140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=4146784616909988140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4146784616909988140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4146784616909988140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/02/apologise.html' title='Apologise'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8678652513634714248</id><published>2009-02-02T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:04:20.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clams</title><content type='html'>Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right let me tell you guys why i am happy. it is simply because Liverpool beat Chealsea 2-0. i am an easy guy because if liverpool wins a match, it makes my day! haha. so TWT, this first msg is for you because you feel my blog talks about soccer and you will give me the 'chey' face. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are like clams. if they can fit each other, they are meant to be together. how true is this statement? perfect. even cooked clams are still attached to one another. in life there are things you should but may not want to do. on the contrary, there are things you want to but shouldnt do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to chalet initially wanted to play bball but it seems boring without opponents so i pack and went home. in the mean while, find people play mj. wha i tell you, can vomit blood. no one wants to play!! so sick of finding players. better recuit some. haha. so went to meet TWT go suntec and marina to see people draw the gates and close their shop. haha. but i tell you, so funny our conversaion. haha. laugh until fall down. plus the last minute train! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took up a coaching course and it starts today! great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, thats all for today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8678652513634714248?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/8678652513634714248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=8678652513634714248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8678652513634714248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8678652513634714248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/02/clams.html' title='Clams'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-299239907935825313</id><published>2009-01-29T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:49:06.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop points!</title><content type='html'>Angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!! how many points does Liverpool intend to drop for the rest of the season. why cant manager Benitez buy players that perform on the pitch? Why Lucus Leiva over Alonso? Why take Torres out while he need more playing time? Why doesnt he start with want-away Robbie Keane??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many question for his ability and the chances for the title. he should not have signed for a new contract. he should know he is not doing a good job unless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;he doesnt play Lucus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he buy players like Tim Cahill, Lescott&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his play are more attacking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and many more!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;recently watching a great hong kong drama serial 'the gem of life'. the show is nice is simply because they are acting out how many can do so lots of things and can also break alot of things. great show so do catch the show if you have the opportunity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote of the day: people are like clams, if they can fit each other, they are meant to be together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kk i am going to sleep. good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are tons of project recently as there are always datelines for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much to write, abit rusty after not writing for so long. better save it for report writing later better. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some songs to intro:&lt;br /&gt;jamie foxx: just like me&lt;br /&gt;kanye west: love lockdown&lt;br /&gt;kat de luna: in the end&lt;br /&gt;Pink: so what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-5121042625423151436?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/5121042625423151436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=5121042625423151436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/5121042625423151436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/5121042625423151436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2009/01/due-to-popular-demand.html' title='DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-4199332774180871056</id><published>2008-09-01T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:12:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vietnam!!</title><content type='html'>sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in vietnam for the first week and it went so smoothly that i couldnt even believe it is an attachment. the people are nice here(appearently) and the dinner daily is... omg.. a feast. every night the food is so singapore alike. haha. got ma po toufu, jap food, nice soup......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a rough intro of my travelmates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room mate number 1: gary&lt;br /&gt;haha, he is such a nice and humble guy. we bought so much food and drinks and store in our fridge. haha. but poor thing he got to work tmr becoz tmr is vietnm national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room mate number 2: kenji&lt;br /&gt;this malaysian-japanese guy who is a chef. haha. he cook lots of great japanese food. most of our dinner he fix it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groupmate number 1: wendy&lt;br /&gt;this leader is a shopaholic. whaha. a dare devil. but she is fun. got tons of funny comments like 'yes mdm' wahaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groupate number 2: clara&lt;br /&gt;she is a fan favourite here. everyone say she is very cute but i told everyone who said that, 'such girls are everywhere in the streets of singapore!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groupmate number 3 and 4: ming li and yen peng&lt;br /&gt;these 2 malaysian are the most motherly and funny dudes in the world. but they have no evil intentions at all. good. (most of the medicine is given by them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groupmate number 5: yokie&lt;br /&gt;the one who refuse to come initially but in the end makes most of my days. haha. under the same department and we went to places that not all of our groupmate have went. it is always hee hee ha ha, wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's just a summAry about them. wanna noe more? go find yellow pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a mosquito in the room i failed to catch. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have covered some prezzie for my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;azi&lt;br /&gt;firdauz&lt;br /&gt;raymond&lt;br /&gt;tyron and family&lt;br /&gt;sister&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;br /&gt;edwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and myself.. hmm, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i m declare broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. buy buy for others but forget to buy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick. first is cold flu or whatever. doesnt really bother me.&lt;br /&gt;next is family sick. i am starting to miss my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no photos, lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objective one hit: no one is longer i cant forget or forgive. i am free and freely single again.&lt;br /&gt;well done siew boon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more objectivities to hit for my ten weeks trip. hehe. slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i am just waiting(for the right opportunity) and observing.. i wont allow any move from you. i will wait becoz i scare i step on the wrong feet again. i learn my lesson and i am learning. it all depends on time.. if it is meant to be mine, it will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right that message is meant for someone whom they feel it is for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;hope is nature veil for hiding truth nakedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-4199332774180871056?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/4199332774180871056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=4199332774180871056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4199332774180871056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4199332774180871056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/09/vietnam.html' title='vietnam!!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-9208687035685549010</id><published>2008-08-21T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:55:43.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoking!! WHy?</title><content type='html'>sleeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to melissa grandma's wake. it was a christian style of wake. no noisy gambling voice, no drums or monks read those scripts, just plenty pure peace. it is a little uncomfortable because i have never been to such a funeral before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den when i was about to leave, i went the wrong way for the exit. resulted making turns and turns. previously mel say her dad wana watch over her becoz scare she smoke. haha. den the next moment, she is puffing away. now i duno why the 4.6 million singapore population smoke i dun give a damn. but she smokes = rather hurting. duno why. very strange, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think she cares how i feel about it and ya, she shouldn't care also. perhpas it is the time we have been through when she wanted to quit and the symptoms keep coming back and she control it. quite difficult to forget. those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now glad to see her puff away with raven. at least she is happy. but that sight, irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams ended but doesnt seems much difference at all becoz i have been doing what i want to do like playing winning 11. haha. suppose to spend the time study yet went to play game. so when exam ended, like no difference. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving vietnam in a few days time. classsmates were great wanting to see me off while i feel it is not needed and they were told not to come. haha. my dad say its too early to trouble people and i felt the same way. greatly appreciated. still wanna have a meal with me before i fly. haha. great but i am so so sorry i cant attend. so caught up with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, my mom will be greatly missed. my dad too and of course my sis. doris, edwin, wai ming, jackson, wei teck, firdauz. these group normally kill my boredom will be missed too.&lt;br /&gt;however i m so damn looking forward to this trip. becoz.. i want to be alone and reflect and think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today happiness in a nutshell is...&lt;br /&gt;' we all fail. but it is not failing that hurts. what hurts is knowing that you didnt give your best.'&lt;br /&gt;sound so true...&lt;br /&gt;so make sure everyone give your best kk..&lt;br /&gt;all the best..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-9208687035685549010?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/9208687035685549010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=9208687035685549010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/9208687035685549010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/9208687035685549010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/08/smoking-why.html' title='smoking!! WHy?'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-1599943135158364488</id><published>2008-08-18T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:29:53.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closer...</title><content type='html'>sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am sleepy yet i cant fall asleep. this is a torture to me. zzz. haha. have such experience in the past and now is back. haha. anyway exams is a killer. everytime i know i will do badly for which module becoz some things get cant enter my brain, while some, wanna forget also cannot. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer. yes this song is perfect. haha. but my closer today is closer to the end of exam! whoo.. 2 more papers. workplace health promotion and coaching. coaching is a killer. haha. but another matter is i am another day closer to my oipp trip. hope this overall trip turns out to be very fun instead of very stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i heard melissa grandma commit suicide. even though i have never seen her before but i felt hmm, not too good. i mean an 84 years old granny committed suicide.. it's her last phase of life and she choose to end it that way. it's a choice and life is about making choices. it is sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness in a nutshell. edwin should know this book better then anyone. haha. let me share the content on every of my post. it teaches us how to be happy as possible. so sad people, do heed this andrew matthews word of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' usually, the best place to make a new start is where you are!'&lt;br /&gt;' before changing your address, consider changing your thinking!'&lt;br /&gt;' when you change, your situation changes. it is law'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heed what i have mention folks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-1599943135158364488?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/1599943135158364488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=1599943135158364488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1599943135158364488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/1599943135158364488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/08/closer.html' title='closer...'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-4453370106085605191</id><published>2008-08-13T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:19:29.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shows, drama, movies, ...</title><content type='html'>relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i am going to watch 12 lotus with edwin at causeway point. haha. i think he is bugged by me until he cannot tahan. haha. i understand local flims better. my mom say several HK tv serial is nice. first, the forensic. omg, i catch 8 episode in a day which makes me complete the whole show is 3 days. up next is a detective show known as D.I.E. well, been downloading it for several days already. and finally, my favourite, heart of greed the second series. hoho. even though torrent is up to the 12th episode, i have been keeping track of it. good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SKLNfpysMRI/AAAAAAAAABM/DQrWLnTDfS8/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233971660636041490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SKLNfpysMRI/AAAAAAAAABM/DQrWLnTDfS8/s320/d.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SKLNfkcQuTI/AAAAAAAAABU/CF2PWWHCtYg/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233971659199789362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SKLNfkcQuTI/AAAAAAAAABU/CF2PWWHCtYg/s320/f.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SKLNf_TEiUI/AAAAAAAAABc/z3haP5DCzq4/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233971666408999234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SKLNf_TEiUI/AAAAAAAAABc/z3haP5DCzq4/s320/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, all these 3 drama serial. haha. catch it if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man boarded a plane with 6 kids.  After they got settled in their seats a woman sitting across the aisle from him leaned over to him and asked,  "Are all of those kids yours?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "No, I work for a condom company and these are customer complaints."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cigarette Holder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was dis lil old lady.. tho she was almost hittin 60, she was still pretty heavy smoker..&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, she was, as always, smoking and having a chat wid an old fren of hers..&lt;br /&gt;and she was complainin on how quickly de cigarettes became spoilt once de pack was opened..&lt;br /&gt;and her fren said, "oh.. u shld do wat I do.. I keep de pack stored in a condom..&lt;br /&gt; for some reason, it keeps de cigarettes fresh".. so de old lady decided to give it a try..&lt;br /&gt;she goes to de pharmacy and asks de guy at de counter if she cld get sm condoms..&lt;br /&gt; de guy was surprised, but being professional, he smiled and asked, "and wat size wld u like dem to be Ma'am?" to which she VERY casually answered, "oh smth that will fit a CAMEL"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO COME WORK TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung Chow calls into work and says, 'Hey, I no come work today, I really sick.&lt;br /&gt;Got headache, stomach ache and legs hurt, I no come work.'&lt;br /&gt;The boss says, 'You know something, Hung Chow, I really need you today.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like this, I go to my wife and tell her to give me sex. That makes everything better and I go to work. You try that. Two hours later Hung Chow calls again.&lt;br /&gt;'I do what you say and I feel great. I be at work soon........&lt;br /&gt; You got nice house.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, all these jokes are contributed by my sister. funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, recently i met up with my secondary schools teachers. i even went to MS koh house to visit her new flat. her condo is small but the swimming pool, whoa, if you are on your way to her flat, and you aint careful, you might fall straight into the pool and i mean it. haha. but it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;then i drove mullai and AK teoh to this causrina place to have some indian food. this AK got some problem and even professional counseller mullai couldnt help him at all. haha. i presume this is symptoms of singlehood for too long diseases. after the dinner, we went to AK studio apartment. omg, as a teacher and single for several number of years, he can buy that apartment for $460,000. but his maintance of his room is..... hmm, i mean what can you expect when a guy is living alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that hosue is so creepy. so many god statue. hmm, aint a place for me. however, a $460,000 apartment got its plus point. on the roof of the whole condo, there is a place for star viewing. i dont know what that big ball is about, but omg, it can see stars in the sky so clearly. of course not honey stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i sent mullai home. haha, mullai stay so near prawning venue. haha. must catch a opportunity to gather all of them to prawn before i go oversea. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentioning about oversea, hmm, it's like fast. a couple of weeks more and i am off to vietnam. i will miss my family..you bet. and recently got flood in vietnam. haha. wat a time. better. if it happen when i am there, my mom will be worried. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, so many things happening soon. let me list out.&lt;br /&gt;1) exams&lt;br /&gt;2) vietnam&lt;br /&gt;3) Barclays premier league ( like it concern me haha)&lt;br /&gt;4) 12 lotus (which is later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, hmm not many after all. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-4453370106085605191?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/4453370106085605191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=4453370106085605191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4453370106085605191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4453370106085605191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/08/shows-drama-movies.html' title='shows, drama, movies, ...'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SKLNfpysMRI/AAAAAAAAABM/DQrWLnTDfS8/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8061875455245167184</id><published>2008-08-06T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:44:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciative</title><content type='html'>9.20pm, full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, how many of us are appreciative of another in this world? how many 'thanks' or 'thank you' have you said to someone you know or you do not know? how many times have you take things for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might be easy to thank someone. but with full sincerity, i doubt many have done it in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;i have so many friends i tell you from their eyes, their thank you is a 'say it for the sake of saying'. or in fact, some dont even bother to thank you and they treat it as you are suppose to help them. my class dont know got how many are such of a examples. dont blame them, perhaps their culture is this way or perhpas, they will need to have a day when he feel helpless then he will start to be more appreciative. how many have thank you once you have lend a listening ear to them? think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents.&lt;br /&gt;how many stuff your parents have done and how many thank have you in return offered to them? some may says it seems awkard by saying thanks to their parents. becoz they have took the past 2 decade as 'you ought to do it for me' theory as part of their life. how many times have you thank your parents when they mop the floor, tidy your room, wash your clothes, cook dinner...&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, alot of times i myself think i m in the shoes of the theory that i mention above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-lovers/lovers.&lt;br /&gt;you might face your bf/gf daily. day in day out help one another in little little tiny stuff. talk about daily stuff and complaints anything under the sun. learn from one another either in giving up seats in MRT or scolding the vicious valguarities in the world.  but, when have you come face to face with your bf/gf instead of kissing, but saying a thanks to them to show your appreciation of what they have helped you or teached you all along.&lt;br /&gt;even if its a gone case relationship, how many have called and thank for the past either beautiful or ugly memorise that you have given one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers.&lt;br /&gt;how many have called their teachers and ask how are they? why do everyone flocked outside the teachers room on the first of September? why cant we ask our teacher for a tea or a meal just to tell them how is their fruit of labour. how often have they help you whether its your academics or other stuff when you are in trouble? how many of us have remember how they have helped us, even thought the outcome is a good or a bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my words do worth a value, but it definetely rings a bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8061875455245167184?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/8061875455245167184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=8061875455245167184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8061875455245167184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8061875455245167184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/08/appreciative.html' title='Appreciative'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8672788309856423280</id><published>2008-08-04T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:18:27.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a blind girl</title><content type='html'>2:10 am, awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna share a story with everyone. please read this story. got it from my sis bf notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. she hatered everyone except her loving boyfriend. he was always there for her. she said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. her boyfriend asked her, 'now that you could see the world, will you marry me?" the girl was shocked when she saw her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend walked away in tears and later wrote a letter to her saying. " just take care of my eyes please. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how humans change when their status changes. only few remember what life was before, and who has always been therer in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, this is true isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8672788309856423280?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/8672788309856423280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=8672788309856423280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8672788309856423280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8672788309856423280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/08/blind-girl.html' title='a blind girl'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8649056530797300488</id><published>2008-08-03T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:46:46.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ED DAY IS OVER!!</title><content type='html'>9.05 pm, relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally ED day is over. after months of terror doing the project and meeting several datelines, the relax feeling is back. finally, i can have my sleep without anyone disturbing me with sms saying when and where to meet or whatsoever. and i slept a total of 18 plus hours. haha. really deprive of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a bow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout a round of applause, Yeah Standing ovation Oooohh&lt;br /&gt;You look so dumb right now, Standin outside my house&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to apoligize, You're so ugly when you cry&lt;br /&gt;Please Just cut it out And dont tell me you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;cuz you're not Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show Really had me goin&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtain's finally closin&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocketful of sunshine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away, a secret place&lt;br /&gt;a sweet escape, take me away&lt;br /&gt;take me away to better places&lt;br /&gt;take me away, a hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize&lt;br /&gt;The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to be bad Not worth the aftermath, after that&lt;br /&gt;After that Try to get you back&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t have the reason And you don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a fuck about you&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to believe in Cause I don’t believe in you anymoreAnymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to try(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been here before One day a week&lt;br /&gt;And it won’t hurt anymore You caught me in a lie&lt;br /&gt;I have no alibi The words you say don't have a meaning&lt;br /&gt;CauseI still don’t have the reason And you don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a fuck about you&lt;br /&gt;And I...and so this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one step at a time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and waitSo close, but so far away Everything that you always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world but no one knows yours name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' when, where and how you're going to make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance In your face and the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated And you getting all kinda impatient&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, we live and we learn&lt;br /&gt;To take one step at a time, There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly, or falling in love. It's gonna happen when it's supposed to happen&lt;br /&gt;And we find the reasons why, One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer (you can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in time (when you need to find the strength)&lt;br /&gt;It's your faith that makes you stronger (the only way we get there)&lt;br /&gt;The only way we get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently watch money not enough 2. i tell i almost burst into tears. becoz it let me think about my grandparents. really. suddenly everything came back into my mind. i feel so damn sad. i m someone who will cry becoz of a show. weak in handling emotions. but that show really...&lt;br /&gt;other then that, the mocking of every road pay (ERP) makes me laugh. and the starting song, omg, perfect just before national day. haha. the reporters are critizing such shows saying low class. please la, only such movies speak for the commoners. how many of us dare to stand on the stage in the speakers corner and critize our government. the next moment your ass is in the lock up man. so why not those people try it out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwin is smart. very smart and god damn he knows me well. haha. he know my next move perhaps he will become a good coach by knowing what the opponent will do next. recently saw miss koh and she advice me to enter NIE and become a teacher. with 4 years of NIE studying and another 4 years of the bond, you will be paid omg. haha. looks like a perfect way to teach and coach. however edwin is right. if that's the case, i will lose 8 years of prime of my carrer in NIE. might not be a good ideal afterall becoz my long run is to coach, not to teach. well, will think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i quit bala. becoz of my trip to vietnam. i feel sorry for the pub becoz they train me so hard and when its time to perform i left. haha. but they are nice people. the philipinos, the managers and many of them. of course there are jerks everywhere. haha. and i heard ms siti son and audrey together?? whahahaha.. i almost wanna slap audrey to ask her to wake up. heard of beauty and the beast? it is not the looks of shad, its the character. haha. even ms siti discourage it. what a responsible mom. full respect to her. cleva is great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, i'm gonna stop here. hope can come out with all my friends before i leave. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8649056530797300488?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/8649056530797300488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=8649056530797300488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8649056530797300488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8649056530797300488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/08/ed-day-is-over.html' title='ED DAY IS OVER!!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-5556168292864463833</id><published>2008-07-29T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:23:10.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prawning!!</title><content type='html'>8:52 am, stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently went prawning with my sis and her bf. it was so fun!! the fun is you are able to relax and chit chat about anything under the sun. and on the same time, hook prawns from the pond. haha. it wasnt as easy as it seems. some technique involve and practice required. haha. it was a great experience. promise to bring edwin there someday. maybe within the next few days. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some jokes to share. haha. but beware, only for adults or aged 18 and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) this is from a lady:&lt;br /&gt; my husband came home with a tube of KY jelly and said: ' this will make you happy tonight'. he was right. when he went out of the bedroom, i squirted it all over the doorknobs. he couldn't get back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) what's the difference between oral sex and anal sex?&lt;br /&gt;ans: oral sex makes your day; abal sex makes your hole weak (whole week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) what's the difference between erotic and kinky?&lt;br /&gt;ans: erotic is when you use a feather; kinky is when you use the whole chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) a young man with a particularly small penis takes his gf to bed for the first time. embarrassed at his lack of nob, he insists on turning out the light. in the darkness, he puts his erection into her hand and is understandably hurt when she says, 'no thanks, i dont smoke'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaa.. sounds funny? some la huh. this book is called the little book of dirty jokes by ed cobham. haha avaliable in major bookstores in singapore. go catch it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently felt so stress even though left with only 3 projects to go. hmm, frankly speaking, i feel i couldnt meet the expectations from my groupmates which really makes me feel bad and sad about it. even they give me simple tasks, yet when i produce it is not what they want. there are no satisfaction or motivation after so many projects, makes me wanna drop my whole entre proj and skip the ED day. but that is so irresponsible. haha. perhaps i need a change of groupmates next sem. hopefully i pass this sem first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a few songs to intro this week. hmm some funny songs man.. check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) natasha bedingfield - pocketful of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;2) 9th ward - add me up&lt;br /&gt;3) mike jones ft hurricane chris - drop and gimme 50&lt;br /&gt;4) qwote - i dont wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;5) rihanna - take a bow&lt;br /&gt;6)talking heads - physcho killer&lt;br /&gt;7) wu tang clan - gravel pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you didnt manage to download any of the songs that i recommend, can jolly well ask from me. i will burn it out for you to prove that these are really nice songs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today topic is : change is always challenged&lt;br /&gt;it is not always easy to change our patterns, but it is very possible. recognise 1 thing, whenever we decide to change, we meet resistance. we are always challengued to see if we are serious. see how many of you have encounter this example.&lt;br /&gt;let us say you make the decision to open a saving account for the first time and begin to amss your personal fortune. you cancel dinner at the hyatt, and you have $63 embarked for the bank. isnt that just the day that your best friend birthday, your phone spoilt and need to get a new one, your brother in law needs the hundred dollars that you borrowed from him last christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is that you can change, but the old patterns will try and persist. in other words, recognise that all change will be met with resistancem, be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, going to school.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;isomia kills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-5556168292864463833?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/5556168292864463833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=5556168292864463833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/5556168292864463833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/5556168292864463833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/prawning.html' title='prawning!!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-6019925286723037868</id><published>2008-07-26T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:44:22.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense, totally nonsense</title><content type='html'>26/07/2008, angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bull shit. what is wrong with giving someone a key chain?? do i have to answer to you? do i have to report to you? do i have to ask for your permission? this is hilarious. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;you will make such  a din out of it. better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let me say this out if not it will become the joke of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt; and meeting up my good friends for the next few weeks. so now what? ask your permission huh? or otherwise u will create a din sending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; to me? or are you gonna kill them for good? come on, what the hell are you thinking man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; you have a terrific boyfriend who dote on you so much that your blog have endless post of it? ask your bf to buy one  for you then. I HAVE MY FREEDOM TO GIVE IT TO ANYONE, GO ANYWHERE OR DO ANYTHING. THIS IS MY FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am that good! dont believe you ask my classmates, ask my friends. try me! i make sure i give you hell. i have changed. i learn how to appreciate people and things around me. i stay with my principles which are not as fickle as anyone or anything. i dare to say things which are hurting and somehow i dont give a damn. because it is the true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you read this post, melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:43am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-6019925286723037868?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/6019925286723037868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=6019925286723037868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/6019925286723037868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/6019925286723037868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/nonsense-totally-nonsense.html' title='Nonsense, totally nonsense'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-1971469497188298261</id><published>2008-07-24T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:54:30.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday photos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIigxx6_5NI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SeTHDFwzcQg/s1600-h/51H1Oqi7ZCL._SL500_AA240_"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226604144638289106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIigxx6_5NI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SeTHDFwzcQg/s320/51H1Oqi7ZCL._SL500_AA240_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday, july 24, 2008. tired, expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoa, my mom bought me the Royal rumble Anthology set that cost over a hundred bucks.. very very nice of her really. initially i intend to borrow the money from her because it is the last set and it is not easy to find the whole set in singapore. so a few days ago, i accompanied my mom to jurong east to open a bank account and we came across this VCD shop that sell this wrestling seT!! i dl the whole royal rumble in the past once i found out that this is avaliable in the market. but the picture isnt as clear as what is the original!! so happy. but i intend to return her the money. becoz it is not cheap my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyway my dad sent me MAY photos. our photos taken during the celebration. haha. how rare to see me taking photos with my dad. so i gonna post it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihPYJEonI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-U28p_6yLFc/s1600-h/101_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226604653114073714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihPYJEonI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-U28p_6yLFc/s320/101_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihkQrnwjI/AAAAAAAAABE/huJLNuQsUfk/s1600-h/101_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226605011888751154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihkQrnwjI/AAAAAAAAABE/huJLNuQsUfk/s320/101_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihkPNHLNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hJAEowAD1PE/s1600-h/101_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226605011492351186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihkPNHLNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hJAEowAD1PE/s320/101_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihkRukrvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uWX8HDJnVN4/s1600-h/101_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226605012169567986" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIihkRukrvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uWX8HDJnVN4/s320/101_0099.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;projects dateline is a sick thing. and projects after projects make it worst. at times really, it is not we do not want to do, but we really do not know how to. haiz, only if words dont lie, then there wont be any disbelieve in this world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, going out with a few of my friends this coming week. meeting up edwin to get the books and perhaps buy some clothes before i m off to vietnam. having  a feast becoz my sister is giving a treat to my family and tyron's family. going out with joeis in the midweek for a small chat. sounds good huh? haha. hope so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love waits, is it? heed this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;relationship move forward in 2 different ways. both start with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;attraction&lt;/span&gt;. lots of different things attract or turn us on, a look, a gesture, the sound of a voice. where the relationship goes from there is up to us. the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;selfish lust&lt;/span&gt; route usually starts with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;infatuation&lt;/span&gt;, which feels like real love but is mearly a flash in the pan. these obsessions usually burn out quickly. before long, we start looking for our next flame. the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;material&lt;/span&gt; stage is when you get physical because it feels good and seems like the logical next step in the relationship. you say it's love but it's really lust. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;breakup&lt;/span&gt; is what inevitably happens when the relationship is based primarily on the physical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you want to build solid boy-girl relationship, you take the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;selfless love&lt;/span&gt; route. it starts with a foundation of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;, getting to know and like someone, regardless of what you might get from them physically. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bonding&lt;/span&gt; is when you start to understand and care for someone on a deeper level, learning their hopes and dreams, their fears and faith. it may involve some light hugging and kissing, based on affection, not lust. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;commitmen&lt;/span&gt;t is when you desire to share your lives together in a committed, long-term relationship, commonly known as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;. at this stage sex is good and fulfilling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all right, time to rest.. good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11:54pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-1971469497188298261?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SIigxx6_5NI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SeTHDFwzcQg/s72-c/51H1Oqi7ZCL._SL500_AA240_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-4392335130867063364</id><published>2008-07-22T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:54:19.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, my family all cares about me!</title><content type='html'>tuesday, 22/07/2008. well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha, look at my sister nick: ' excuse me mr boon, your sis also cares about you!'&lt;br /&gt;haha, i noe la. come on, my family members all plays a part. i have a dun care attitude daddy who seems not to care but pay up all my medical expenses. i have a energize mom who always concern about my tummy and i have a SISTER, who complaints that i never recieve her care on concern. wahaha. what a funny sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she must be absolute glad by now after recieving the letter from her company. and she want to treat us eat crabs!! haha, good.. very fortunate to have such a funny family. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have something to share to after reading my coaching book.&lt;br /&gt;the title: If an athlete is coached with ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with criticism, she learns to condemn;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with hostility, he learns to fight;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with ridicule, she learns to hate;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with shame, he learns to feel guilty;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with tolerance, she learns to be patient;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with encouragement, he learns to be confident;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with praise, she learns to appreciate;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with fairness, he learns justice;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with consistency, she learns to trust;&lt;br /&gt;if an athlete is coached with respect, he learns to respect himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it true? i think so. how bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know the follow facts? the big fears versus real world risks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear   ---------------------The real risk                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Deadly shark attack ---------- 1 in 280 million&lt;br /&gt;Deadly anthrax attack-------- 1 in 57 million&lt;br /&gt;Deadly airplane accident----- 1 in 3 million&lt;br /&gt;Shot by a sniper---------------- 1 in 517000&lt;br /&gt;Losing your job----------------- 1 in 252&lt;br /&gt;Home burglary------------------ 1 in 181&lt;br /&gt;Developing cancer------------- 1 in 7&lt;br /&gt;Catching a foodborne illness this year------ 1 in 4&lt;br /&gt;Catching a sexually transmitted disease---- 1 in 4&lt;br /&gt;Developing heart disease---------------------- 1 in 4&lt;br /&gt;Dying 5 to 10 yers early if you are overweight----1 in 4&lt;br /&gt;Death from tobacco-related illness (smokers)-----1 in 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, cannot believe right.. but sound true isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:54pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-4392335130867063364?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/4392335130867063364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=4392335130867063364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4392335130867063364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4392335130867063364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-my-family-all-cares-about-me.html' title='yes, my family all cares about me!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-3382083799583130140</id><published>2008-07-20T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:47:58.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some funny words</title><content type='html'>sunday, 20th july 2008, pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my throat gets better by a little bit. at least can start to eat something. so i ate my favourite amk pig trotters. haha. with a cup of soya bean. all along i am taking the mild antibiotics given by NUH becoz it doesnt kill me. then i realise it is not helping to get my throat better so i switch to my killer antibiotics. omg, once taken and i am knock out. sleep all the way from 11am to 7pm. wake up still feel giddy. but anyway finish up my entre project so kenny and group can presnet tmr. all the best dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some funny quotes i recieve from my sister and edwin mail me just ot say it is funny. so lets share and spread the laughter around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why chinese shouldnt have chistian names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;anne chang (mandarin) - dirty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anne chin (mandarin) - keep quiet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faye Chen (mandarin) - dusty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carl cheng (hokkien) - buttock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;monica cheng (hokkien) - touching your buttocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lucy leow (hokkien) - you are dead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jane tan (mandarin) - frying eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suzie leow (hokkien) - lost till death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Henry mah (mandarin) - hate your mum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;corrine tai (hokkien) - poor fellow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nelson tan (mandarin) - bird lying eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leslie tong (mandarin) - rubbish bin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carmen teng (hokkien) - leg hair long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;connie mah (cantonese) - call your mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danny See (hokkien) - squeeze you to death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rosie teng (hokkien) - screws and nail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pete tsai (hokkien) - nose droppings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;macy koh (cantonese) - never die before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;wahaha, cant believe people think of such funny thingy out. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well check this out. its fact. thses famous people also at a point of time did badly in school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;albert einstein: most influential person of the 20th century was4 yrs old before he could speak and 7 before he could read. he spoke haltingly until the age of 9. his teacher once told him 'you'll never amount to anything'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;issac newton: the scientist who invented modern days physics did poorly in math.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ptricia polacco: a prolific children author didnt learn to read until she was14&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;henry ford: founder of motor vehicals FORD barely made it through high school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lucille ball: famous comedian was ince dismissed from drama school for being too quiet and shy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pablo picasso: 1 of the greatest artists was pulled out of school at age 10 because he was doing so poorly. a tutor even give up on him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ludwig van beethoven: one of the world greatest composers. his music teacher once saud of him' as a composer, he is hopeless'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wernher von braun: world famous mathmatician, flunked 9th grade algebra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;agatha christie: world best known mystery writer famous for shakespeare of any genre, struggked to learn to read because of dyslexia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;winston churchill: english prime minister failed 6th grade. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;whoa so many famous dudes did so badly in school.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perhaps, i may become famous someday..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe, thats for all for today. good night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.47&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-3382083799583130140?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/3382083799583130140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=3382083799583130140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3382083799583130140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/3382083799583130140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-funny-words.html' title='some funny words'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-4323837823603720966</id><published>2008-07-19T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:36:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, deadly sick..</title><content type='html'>19 july, 2008. 9.22pm, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i access to my com for so many many days. i have been in my bed for the past many days. visit doctor more often then i visit awwa. haha. finally ended up in hospital which they treated me like a dengue patient. haha. wear a stupid mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at home take medicine until wanna vomit. mom was nice, concern about whether have i got enough food for the day. but my throats hurts like hell how on earth am i able to eat? but i understand her feeling so i try my very best saying i am not hungry and ask her not to worry. i am getting better day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of project waiting for me to do. omg. i wanted to start everytime but the anti-biotics is so strong that it makes me feel so weak. so weak till i feel my room is a class A ward with a television. haha. frankly i only watch tv, eat medicine and sleep. getting bored over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joeis very nice. she sms daily ask me to take care. hahah.. owe her a meal sooner or later. of course friends concern has been spreading over to my phone. thanks alot. i will be back by i think wed, if tues check up works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right nothing much more to say. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-4323837823603720966?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/4323837823603720966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=4323837823603720966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4323837823603720966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/4323837823603720966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-deadly-sick.html' title='sick, deadly sick..'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-9100003150309280735</id><published>2008-07-15T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:18:01.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OIPP to vietnam!!</title><content type='html'>15/07/2008, awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am so looking forward to my OIPP trip to vietnam. there will be a total of 7 people selected for the trip. and it will be a long 10 weeks thingy. getting excited over it. haha. however. i will still need to get over this sem module as the projects are piling up as tall as Andre the Giant. haha. wendy say i am in charge of the air tickets. omg, it's a heavy responsibility can. haha. but whatever, gonna seek my sister who is a frequent tiger airways customer for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis is back from hong kong and she bought me a Hugo boss dark blue perfume. cool. haha. a mahjong set which singapore also got sell, some marvellous lao po bing and a over sized shirt for me! haha. very nice of her and i appreciate it. hehe. but really envy can travel to hong kong for shopping. i wanna go real soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i have change a domain from wordpress to blogspot becoz alot of people say blogspot is better then wordpress. as a newbie in this thingy, it is best to heed people advice so when i require help, people can help me mah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to meet edwin real soon becoz of some benefits. haha. no la, becoz he intro me some real good books and i hope i can get my hands onto it real soon before i fly. in fact i wanted to buy a ee pc from asus too. 798 with 20 gb hard disk. sounds great. it is so compact that it can fit into a pocket! hmm, only if your pocket is big enough. haha. it will be convenience for me to bring to vietnam but my parents seems to object to everything i do or i want to buy recently. sian, no parents support means no government support. haha. well will source for some income and apply for subsidies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days will have a total of 48 hours and i guess i slept for more then 28 hours. haha and i am damn awake now. tmr there will be a tele soccer match for SB. guess what, players and stars involving from young lions, sembawang and balestier FC. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, that's about it for today. nothing much to post also. haha. simple everyday routine life. when i ponders something, i will be sure it will be up here soon for everyone to share my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some new songs to intro:&lt;br /&gt;1) closer- neyo&lt;br /&gt;2) when i grow up- pussycats dolls&lt;br /&gt;3) Dangerous - Akon ft. Kardinal Offishall -&lt;br /&gt;4)  She Didn't Go She Didn't Leave - Colby O Donis -&lt;br /&gt;5) Heartbreaker - Will.I.Am (Feat. Cheryl Cole) -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-9100003150309280735?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/9100003150309280735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=9100003150309280735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/9100003150309280735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/9100003150309280735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/oipp-to-vietnam.html' title='OIPP to vietnam!!'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-8472796564761750928</id><published>2008-07-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:45:29.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bala</title><content type='html'>10/07/2008, tired.&lt;br /&gt;today when i went for work, the first news is a bad one. paying docking time. it was last Friday someone denied payment resulted ben, celva, yusri, sunil,one girl and me have to foot the bill. it is 12 bucks. i dun mind paying but the thing is no one admit who took the wrong payment. maybe is me, maybe not. but anyway, good news flow in after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYP called me said that i am selected for the Vietnam attachment trip to songbe resort. great!, it was what i wanted all along. so i called my mom, her respond was a sad one. it breaks my heart. perhaps i made a wrong move by signing up for it in the first place. hmm, hope she dont get too upset about it.. heaven was kind to me, really. it always give me what i wanted. hope this guardian angel will be with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it’s working time. frankly speaking, bala is a nice place to work. there are really nice people there. the Filipinos there doesnt seem to have temper at all. timothy is a kind soul together with ms siti and company. perhaps i am too quickly to judge. but at least they are kind in nature, i feel. i feel marvic helped me the most!! thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heed this:people are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered.love them anyway.if you do good, people will accuse you of slefish ulterior motives.do good anyway.if you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.succeed anyway.the good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.do good anyway.honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.be honest and frank anyway.what you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.build anyway.people really need help but may attack you if you help them.help people anyway.give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.give the world the best you have anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many are surprise that i create a blog. haha, in fact me too. because too many unspoken words needed to be spoken. so sean intro me to use this channel to say what i wanted to say. i dont mind if not a single soul view my blog. there isnt anything to flaunt or to tell. many feelings are suppose to be buried together with time.&lt;br /&gt;‘lying makes a problem part of the future; truth makes a problem part of the past’ how great is this statement. i read it from a coach in nba named rick pitino. it makes think of my past. if i didnt know the truth, i am still in the dark till today. it is so unfair for those who lied and got scot-free. even if caught, there is nothing much the victim can do anyway. somehow there is no balance in this matter. the victim will always be the victim. the lier will always win his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have everything i want to have. i have a great heart warming family. i have excellent buddy buddy friends. i have the great experience of coaching at this age which not many have did it. i have great teachers and mentor in my school and work. i have almost seems perfect part time job. i have got the oversea attachment that i wanted to have. i have the great electronics devices in today’s world. i have past relationship which can be good and bad.somehow, somehow, i feel empty inside. something is lacking, and it is lacking badly. i always wanted to spill this out but i realise no one can hear this. even i post this today, only this particular blog knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who can tell me what i am lacking to complete me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-8472796564761750928?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/8472796564761750928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=8472796564761750928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8472796564761750928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/8472796564761750928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/bala.html' title='Bala'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854050880291122819.post-7421975060255634720</id><published>2008-07-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:43:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry, starry night</title><content type='html'>08/07/2008, happy.&lt;br /&gt;this is my first post for this blog. CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, initially before setting this thingy up, i have lots of things i wanted to post about. but suddenly, hmm, like there’s nothing much to post. however recently i have read some outstanding self improve books that really makes me think hard. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the 6 most important decision you will ever make by sean convey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, only got one though. edwin promise to pass me the book titled ‘be happy’ one of the best selling books in town.&lt;br /&gt;but this the 6 most important decision you will ever make by sean convey really apply in my lifestyle. it talks about school, friends, parents, dating &amp;amp;sex, addicitions and self worth. doris is smart. she say i would post about to share with my readers. haha. true. its worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, starry starry night seems so emo. yup, it is from the song called VIncent. i got to know this song from the tv show, heart of greed which i recently watch 7 episode in a single day. it talks about family harmony and the inheritance after both parents are gone how families turned upside down because of money. very heart touching and exciting. introduce to everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to joeis recently. hmmm she just broke up with her boyfriend. not a good news after she tried so hard in that relationship. but it is not the quantity (how long), it’s the quality (how happy when they are together). i am starting to believe perhaps no first sight in love, because it will not last. all must start from friends and know the person well enough then move into a relationship. but the question remains, most girls will not accept her friends to be their boyfriends. so how contradicting this is? leave the grey area grey. that’s my comment. but anyway, thanks for the company by the sea. even though we didnt manage to catch the 3 wheel motor but i must thank you for my success in the spider web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw melissa today. say hi to her and acknowledge her. strangly, there is no hate, no love, no nothing. just a simple greeting and i move on. she told me it makes her feel like playing mahjong after she saw me. oh, do i have a bai ban face? haha. well, it has pass.. way pass the line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SHtV69wvkaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ASwufLg8fvA/s1600-h/IMG_4635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222862664366002594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SHtV69wvkaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ASwufLg8fvA/s320/IMG_4635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, this is mr james wong. perhaps it is all the opportunity he give me during EPM period that allow me to recieve the award. even though he is well hated by most of my classmates, however, i m grateful to him, big time. i will tend to compare what he teach me in coaching with my past experience. haha, i feel i am a good coaching. command style. haha. ok la, got a little bit of cooperative style also. frankly speaking, i really miss my coaching days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SHtWTRqF3TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/68TE_SHJJ2s/s1600-h/IMG_4634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222863082023673138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SHtWTRqF3TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/68TE_SHJJ2s/s320/IMG_4634.JPG" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whoa, guess who is this. mr lionel teo, my PM. perfect. i think he is a excellent teacher and a excellent husband. (perhaps too early to give a judgement) but because he will often bring up about his family during class so i feel it that way. his animation in his lesson makes me laugh big time. and he is a Liverpool FAN!! haha. he is a nice man, really. he help me in my OIPP and even give me a call on that interview day to remind me about it. a pat on my shoulders from him give me more peace for the OIPP. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SHtWzBwNQII/AAAAAAAAAAc/XWPkH2V-vCw/s1600-h/IMG_4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222863627510169730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SHtWzBwNQII/AAAAAAAAAAc/XWPkH2V-vCw/s320/IMG_4632.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, this is my class SW. i tell you, only until today, i realise they are fanatics about photo shooting. the will do all means to get into the picture even though certain shots are only meant for females. and there are some females who die die want their face in the pics. haha. these people are funny, classic funny people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i would like to thank dinah for her precious camara to all me to take the pictures. haha, she might have just won the babe of the year 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now it boils down to wai ming, the troubled guy. when i am in a relationship, i have the similar feeling which he describe to me yesterday. he bought me a budweiser because my friend fir told me it taste much better then carlsberg and tiger. and we sit and talk to 3 overall hours. haha. afterall, my only advice is to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, gonna stop here and start my entre project before kenny chop my head with his warriors orachi sword. haha. but before i end, here’s one verse from my dad : human nature. good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;說了又不听&lt;br /&gt;听了又不懂&lt;br /&gt;不懂又不问&lt;br /&gt;问了又不做&lt;br /&gt;做了又做错&lt;br /&gt;错了又不认&lt;br /&gt;认了又不改&lt;br /&gt;改了又不服&lt;br /&gt;不服又不說&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854050880291122819-7421975060255634720?l=seesb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/feeds/7421975060255634720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854050880291122819&amp;postID=7421975060255634720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/7421975060255634720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854050880291122819/posts/default/7421975060255634720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seesb.blogspot.com/2008/07/starry-starry-night.html' title='Starry, starry night'/><author><name>boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385505715761717021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-IHIhIDLTKE/SHtV69wvkaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ASwufLg8fvA/s72-c/IMG_4635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
