<?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-4922526872001325899</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:54:54.496+10:00</updated><category term='Baby Bear'/><title type='text'>What You Eat Is What You Shit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922526872001325899.post-521022848493101315</id><published>2008-05-06T23:48:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:46:16.168+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! I go myself a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is a... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HTC P3600i !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197264356184235810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBkZUopHyI/AAAAAAAAADs/zqds2TKol5k/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first got my HTC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197265734868737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBlpkopHzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Xr15m4NAk24/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It come with navigation system. Now I have a GPS without getting one. I won't get lost anymore. No more trouble even if i decide to drive to Sydney for fun. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197266469308145474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBmUUopH0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/f5XL7W63ULc/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifications..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197268393453494098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBoEUopH1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9nYE_nU9UYk/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The SD card...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197272426427785106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBrvEopH5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2VviMWOax58/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PHONE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197269209497280354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBoz0opH2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DBC2hPPZLCo/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197269218087214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBo0UopH3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/N8ZlD8BfWV8/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been looking around for a new phone since I signed up another line with 3. I hate Optus and decided to switch my other line to 3 as well. So now i have 2 3 line. haha. Well, i quite like the phone. My first PDA phone. It's pretty cool. The only downside is that it is very annoying when typing messages. What it lacks is a qwerty keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I love my new PDA phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still waiting for the Sony Ericsson Xperia 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-521022848493101315?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/521022848493101315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/521022848493101315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GRU_WV2rsv4/SCBkZUopHyI/AAAAAAAAADs/zqds2TKol5k/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922526872001325899.post-6795052873394426812</id><published>2008-02-09T21:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:55:10.912+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Love Equation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love + Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-6795052873394426812?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/6795052873394426812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/6795052873394426812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2008/02/simple-love-equation.html' title='Simple Love Equation'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4922526872001325899.post-3603340246664069035</id><published>2008-02-05T00:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:50:47.126+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very HAPPY Me</title><content type='html'>When I was preparing to leave the office today, one of the engineer ( i hate him) that I work with came over n said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good job! That's exactly what I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was refering to the work i sent him earlier. Something on projection of sales for the next 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now all i have to do is spent another 15 minutes on it and it's done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... I feel that I'm finally doing something useful in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-3603340246664069035?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3603340246664069035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3603340246664069035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-happy-me.html' title='A Very HAPPY Me'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4922526872001325899.post-4924988817332368709</id><published>2008-01-24T18:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:13:56.707+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of Work</title><content type='html'>2nd day of work... embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faxed blank copy to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because i feed the document wrong side into the fax machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, blank copy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks one of my colleagues for teaching me to fax like that.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt. Use your eyes, not ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-4924988817332368709?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/4924988817332368709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/4924988817332368709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2008/01/2nd-day-of-work.html' title='2nd Day of Work'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4922526872001325899.post-3675530967474986061</id><published>2008-01-24T00:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:05:58.457+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorable DAY? I Doubt So...</title><content type='html'>23rd of January 2008 should be a memorable day. What is so memorable? This is because this is my first day working in a an office. My first REAL full time permanent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from work and saw alot of msn messages from friends asking how was my first day of work. Here's the reply i gave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCKING &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did almost nothing at all. Sat at my table from 8.30am til 5pm. Went for meeting but have no idea what they were talking about. Talked a little with the engineer that I am suppose to work with. He is quite friendly actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, guess what. I was late for work. Yup, you heard me right. I was late on my FIRST day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the boss came in 10 minutes after me. haha, I am still considered early right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to bed now. Have to wake up at 6.45am so i can get to work ON TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-3675530967474986061?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3675530967474986061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3675530967474986061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2008/01/memorable-day-i-doubt-so.html' title='A Memorable DAY? I Doubt So...'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4922526872001325899.post-3082798643672033401</id><published>2007-12-19T18:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:46:51.935+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing - K</title><content type='html'>I love singing though it almost always comes out as a croak but i still love singing. Been going to karaoke quite a lot recently... and not forgeting drinking. 4 bottles of Chivas in one night and another 4 bottles of V.S.O.P the following Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking + Singing + Dice Games + more Drinking = Fun - MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the purpose of this post is not about karaoke, but about a song sung by one of my friend and it's by Eason Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eason Chan had been one of my favorite singer since his first album. Though he isn't cute or good looking but i think he is really talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the absence of chinese songs in my life for i don't know how long, finally there is a new song to be added to my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is Under Mt Fuji by Eason Chan, check out his vdeo clip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WV9_97R-dk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I was googling for this song, I stumbled upon the meaning of the lyrics. What really captured my attention about this song is, besides the melody of course, it's the meaning of the lyrics .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌曲：富士山下&lt;br /&gt;作曲:christopher chak(泽日生)&lt;br /&gt;填词:林夕&lt;br /&gt;编曲:陈珀 c.y. kong&lt;br /&gt;监制:alvin leong&lt;br /&gt;陈奕迅-富士山下(粤)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拦路雨偏似雪花&lt;br /&gt;饮泣的你冻吗&lt;br /&gt;这风褛我给你磨到有襟花&lt;br /&gt;连调了职也不怕&lt;br /&gt;怎么始终牵挂&lt;br /&gt;苦心选中今天想车你回家&lt;br /&gt;原谅我不再送花&lt;br /&gt;伤口应要结疤&lt;br /&gt;花瓣铺满心里坟场才害怕&lt;br /&gt;如若你非我不嫁&lt;br /&gt;彼此终必火化&lt;br /&gt;一生一世等一天需要代价&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁都只得那双手&lt;br /&gt;靠拥抱亦难任你拥有&lt;br /&gt;要拥有必先懂失去怎接受&lt;br /&gt;曾沿着雪路浪游为何&lt;br /&gt;为好事泪流谁能凭爱意要富士山私有&lt;br /&gt;何不把悲哀感觉&lt;br /&gt;假设是来自你虚构&lt;br /&gt;试管里找不到它染污眼眸&lt;br /&gt;前尘硬化像石头&lt;br /&gt;随缘地抛下便逃走&lt;br /&gt;我绝不罕有往街里绕过一周&lt;br /&gt;我便化乌有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情人节不要说穿&lt;br /&gt;只敢抚你发端&lt;br /&gt;这种姿态可会令你更心酸&lt;br /&gt;留在汽车里取暖&lt;br /&gt;应该怎么规劝&lt;br /&gt;怎么可以将手腕忍痛划损&lt;br /&gt;人活到几岁算短&lt;br /&gt;失恋只有更短&lt;br /&gt;归家需要几里路谁能预算&lt;br /&gt;忘掉我跟你恩怨&lt;br /&gt;樱花开了几转&lt;br /&gt;东京之旅一早比一世遥远&lt;br /&gt;靠拥抱亦难为&lt;br /&gt;你拥有你还嫌不够&lt;br /&gt;我把这陈年风褛&lt;br /&gt;送赠你解咒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of the song lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;在某年情人節，一名男孩駛往該女孩公司門口，接她回家。　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;細雨綿綿，女孩想起在去年聖誕節與該男孩在日本富士山下遊覽的情景，那時的雪花便像現時的雨點般，好不浪漫。　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;然而，男孩對女孩已失去感覺，想離開該女孩，於是在這時與女孩提出分手。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;女孩傷心欲絕，在車上甚至劃損手腕發洩。男孩無動於衷，在到達女孩家後，把當年在富士山下、象徵著他們戀情的風褸送回給女孩，象徵這段情已結束。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had always like Chinese Language, its allusive elegance. I partcularly like traditional chinese like how those people speak in those taditional chinese movie. I really regret the fact that i did not continue learning Chinese Language after Primary School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how, but there is a story within the lyrics. How Cool!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pm&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/4922526872001325899-3082798643672033401?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3082798643672033401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3082798643672033401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/12/sing-k.html' title='Sing - K'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4922526872001325899.post-6229610509650285587</id><published>2007-11-15T22:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:14:50.565+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things in Life That MONEY Can't Buy</title><content type='html'>Money is important, very very important in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you guys must be thinking, "What the f**k? Money is nothing compare to health and happiness." True true, but that's not what i'm getting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a possibility that money can buy health. Yes, YOU NEED MONEY! First and foremost, to eat healthy is expensive. Vegetables and fruits here in Melbourne are more expensive compare to meat. When you are sick, medicine can be very VERY expensive. Hence, money can still buy health, though indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness? Withouht money, you are f**king dead. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the point is, there is something no matter how much money you have, you can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, imagine you see this car on the road, a Zonda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133032207639733362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RzwxmM0BZHI/AAAAAAAAADU/sZ-e9SN4tfM/s320/Zonda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see a man that looks like that driving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133034428137825410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzwznc0BZII/AAAAAAAAADc/XJcAdI4BJ3g/s320/CA2IJU8G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What will be the first thing that crossed your mind? I wonder...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can have plenty of money and dress yourself with LV, Gucci, Prada, Dior, Hermes or the most expensive clothing in the world, but there is still something be missing if you don't it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, i am talking about &lt;strong&gt;CLASS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Money can buy everything except &lt;strong&gt;CLASS&lt;/strong&gt; and not everyone has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-6229610509650285587?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/6229610509650285587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/6229610509650285587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-things-that-money-cant-buy.html' title='Things in Life That MONEY Can&apos;t Buy'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RzwxmM0BZHI/AAAAAAAAADU/sZ-e9SN4tfM/s72-c/Zonda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922526872001325899.post-3084069351363428133</id><published>2007-11-14T22:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:41:04.629+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One Small Step for Man, One Giant Leap for Mankind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe graduation is an important milestone for all students as it marked the end of a long period of learning and the beginning of a new career, often a first career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132686286562517986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr2-8YT4-I/AAAAAAAAACk/iVw8uJ-gcSo/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Graduation Tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132686277972583378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr2-cYT49I/AAAAAAAAACc/7DufnA1qipk/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;3 Tickets. One for dad, one for mum, and the last one for my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nowadays, a degree is a necessity in life. It does not guarantee a successful life and neither does it guarantee you a happy life ever after. Getting a degree is just like gaining an entry ticket to join the workforce. Welcome to the reality of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The convocation was pretty impressive actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132686853498201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr3f8YT5CI/AAAAAAAAADE/_Jy76yLLF_Y/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Robert Blackwood Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saddest part was after paying so much for tuition fee, all i get was less than 10 second of fame walking on stage to receive my testamur from the Chancellor. Let me repeat, BLOODY HELL!! LESS THAN 10 SECOND !!! Don't even have enought time for my baby to capture a proper shot of me on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nonetheless, a very happy me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132686295152452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr2_cYT4_I/AAAAAAAAACs/1DJJMCBXOUg/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132686308037354498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr3AMYT5AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/W0e8dh7t0jA/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and of course, my parents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132686862088135730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr3gcYT5DI/AAAAAAAAADM/82X7G2V8uv0/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum and Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132686312332321810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr3AcYT5BI/AAAAAAAAAC8/koYf555zKFM/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monash's Motto, Ancora Imparo which means "I am still learning". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, forever... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-3084069351363428133?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3084069351363428133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3084069351363428133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-small-step-for-man-one-giant-leap.html' title='One Small Step for Man, One Giant Leap for Mankind'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rzr2-8YT4-I/AAAAAAAAACk/iVw8uJ-gcSo/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922526872001325899.post-1380456254255916021</id><published>2007-10-15T23:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:47:07.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA! belated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i can think of around this time of the year is the rows and rows of stalls in KL. The smell of lemang, ayam percik, rendang, curry, ikan bakar, kuih-muih........ *drools* ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is shit. work work work and do almost nothing at all. I think i am getting dumber by the day. Haven't used my head for a while now. Need to do somthing more challenging. Suddenly i am missing uni so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pr is shit. haven't heard any new yet. In fact, i haven't got my bridging visa yet. And YES, my stdent visa expired end of last month. My friends call me illegal immigrant. My lawyer said not to worry BUT i am very worried. How can i not be? i have no documents to prove my status here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting is shit. "Unfortunately this job requires a lot of selling but you do not have much experience. We will call you back". I doubt so. "You need to be either a pr or australian citizen". Great. I'm out. "You have the qualification, and your cover letter is very well written". Gee thanks, how bout hiring me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm still unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go sleep. Need to go WORK at a cafe tomorrow morning. At 9am. SIEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-1380456254255916021?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/1380456254255916021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/1380456254255916021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4922526872001325899.post-1705744008757535322</id><published>2007-08-31T02:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:22:13.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia's 50th Anniversary of Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RtbtxhhucsI/AAAAAAAAACE/Epu493Qj8eU/s1600-h/malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104528662740234946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RtbtxhhucsI/AAAAAAAAACE/Epu493Qj8eU/s320/malaysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-1705744008757535322?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/1705744008757535322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/1705744008757535322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka-merdeka.html' title='Malaysia&apos;s 50th Anniversary of Independence'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RtbtxhhucsI/AAAAAAAAACE/Epu493Qj8eU/s72-c/malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922526872001325899.post-9178783540682563151</id><published>2007-08-29T22:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:44:59.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke At Work</title><content type='html'>Working at The Den in uni was alright. Have great people around. The boss is nice. Anyway, there are many greeks that work there (they are the boss's relatives). Anyway, there is this guy whose name is Paul. I heard he used to work in ANZ but took a couple of years off. This guy always come up with the lamest joke. Lame. But funny. One of it is as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pm : Hey, i like this song.&lt;br /&gt;(Bon Jovi's "You give love a bad name" playing in the backgroud)&lt;br /&gt;Donovan : I like this song too. Yeah, Bon Jovi.&lt;br /&gt;Pm and Donovan: La-la-la.&lt;br /&gt;Paul : Eh, you guys know that Bon Jovi has a sister? She got her own band as well.&lt;br /&gt;Pm : Really?&lt;br /&gt;Donovan : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Paul : Yeah. Her name is Anne.&lt;br /&gt;Donovan : Anne Jovi?&lt;br /&gt;Paul : HAHA. Yeah, Anchovy&lt;br /&gt;Wesley : I saw that coming. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Pm and Donovan: -_- wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-9178783540682563151?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/9178783540682563151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/9178783540682563151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/08/joke-at-work.html' title='Joke At Work'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4922526872001325899.post-3246419669421771426</id><published>2007-08-26T01:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:31:13.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand and Shh-hh-h-hH-hhhhh</title><content type='html'>Just came back from work on a Saturday night. Maccas is a shit place to work. Working at the uni cafe is better. Much MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a friend once asked me what will i do if i get to be a guy for a day. Well, my reply was "The first thing i will do is stand and pee." I had always wonder how it feels. Haha. don't ask me why. But i have always envy how convenient it is for guys to do their small business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i'm very sensitive with toilets. Any sight or smell from public toilets can make me throw up instantly. This make going to public toilet in m'sia almost impossible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, i saw this article which said that some dude in Taiwan had invented this thig which shape like a cone. This cone like thing enable women to stand and pee just like guys when they wear it. According to the man who invented this thing, he invented it because he realised that the time spent by women on doing their small business is so long that it always caused traffic during peak time at his office. Therefore, he hopes that with his invention, women can save time on peeing and also, this allows them to share toilet with the men. See, one stone kill two bird. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102681801033151154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RtBeEBhucrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EKLVwwvtdjQ/s320/20050907-shin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-3246419669421771426?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3246419669421771426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/3246419669421771426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/08/stand-and-shh-hh-h-hh-hhhhh.html' title='Stand and Shh-hh-h-hH-hhhhh'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RtBeEBhucrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EKLVwwvtdjQ/s72-c/20050907-shin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922526872001325899.post-2010934016536275890</id><published>2007-08-08T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:05:19.162+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Work and Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muahaha... my baby made me write again. this blog was abandoned once again since i had no interest in writing it at all. Life for the past 6 months was pretty boring. The only highlight was i GRADUATED !!! Yes! i FINALLY graduated. That's all. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i'm now in the process of applying PR. Hope all goes well though. For now, all i can do is work and work and work at the cafe that i had been working since the beginning of this year. So my life is BORING. I've been trying to save up since i splurged on my trip to Fallscreek (which is an utter disaster. DON'T ASK WHY). If i'm to stay/work here, i promised to make the Fallscreek trip an annual event. SNOWBOARDING is the best sport! Love it! But i earn peanuts at the cafe i worked. If you convert to ringgit then i think i'm quite rich........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm addicted to MAHJONG !! haha. I only learnt to play the game a couple of weeks ago and now i'm the proud owner of a mahjong table and a mahjong set. To think that my mum never wanted to teach me. HAHA. Dear mom, i can now play mahjong with you. haha. Well, it's a cheap form of entertainment which makes time seem to fly. The best part was that my baby is addicted to it too. It's pretty funny for a guy that can't read chinese charaters trying to play mahjong. He even had difficulty differentiating North, South, East and West when he started playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rrm8PuM4-RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z10b50OuogM/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096311431632582930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rrm8PuM4-RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z10b50OuogM/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mahjong Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096311332848335106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rrm8J-M4-QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q0v3TVZOLdA/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mahjong Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096325209887668674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnIxuM4-cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-i-PR7izOcM/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mahjong Set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just celebrated my 3rd anniversary with my baby yesterday. Sorry baby i ruined your plan. I didn't know i will get off work that late. Well, maybe some other time. Oh, and thanks for the surprise. I WAS surprised when i entered my room. :) And dinner was GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096315705125042482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnAIeM4-TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fdfVCUAoOgw/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096314846131583266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rrm_WeM4-SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nNTi4h3rKNw/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the flower petals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096318436724242754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnCneM4-UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YPqr0A8cyrE/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Baby and the Seafood Platter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096320214840703314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnEO-M4-VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wqCIWDNm_7E/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Seafood Platter &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnGtOM4-WI/AAAAAAAAABE/P9hP7L1v9Yw/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096322933555001698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnGtOM4-WI/AAAAAAAAABE/P9hP7L1v9Yw/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096322942144936306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnGtuM4-XI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z4X3mGhdoDk/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnGt-M4-YI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Zg8gLFzkfM/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096322946439903618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnGt-M4-YI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Zg8gLFzkfM/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnGuuM4-ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/w-nqV_NkpIU/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096322959324805522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnGuuM4-ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/w-nqV_NkpIU/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But i forgot to take pictures of the appetizer and dessert. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnHzeM4-aI/AAAAAAAAABk/n_wXtrCNiZY/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096324140440811938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/RrnHzeM4-aI/AAAAAAAAABk/n_wXtrCNiZY/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Baby in front of the restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My BABY is SO SWEET! No wonder i love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;pm &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-2010934016536275890?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/2010934016536275890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/2010934016536275890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2007/08/work-and-work-and-work.html' title='Work and Work and Work'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRU_WV2rsv4/Rrm8PuM4-RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z10b50OuogM/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922526872001325899.post-6270610469464467426</id><published>2006-12-17T03:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T04:34:28.896+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Bear'/><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>I have decided to write again. I used to write on the happenings of my everyday life. When I look back, it brings back certain memories that I rather not remember. Hence, I decided to start afresh. The whole point of this is that I want to record down the turning point of my life where in future I can read back to see if I have make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life is coming to an end real soon (I hope). Another 6 months will be gone in the blink of an eye. What will happen after that...? I wonder. I have to start planning now. I want to apply for PR so that I can work in Australia but too bad I do not have enough points with my degree. So, what’s the next step? Go back to KL for good? To do Master? I wonder what the best solution is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a friend once told me this… “It’s like you are in a mist trying to find your way out...” I think it truly express my situation now. I have no idea which direction to go and where it will lead to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a poem I learnt in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear:&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will turn out alright for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922526872001325899-6270610469464467426?l=babybear23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/6270610469464467426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922526872001325899/posts/default/6270610469464467426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybear23.blogspot.com/2006/12/uncertainty_3962.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>babybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850085384246483411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
