<?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-200588515551123505</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:30:06.395+08:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='promotion photoshoot'/><category term='songs'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='NUS admissions'/><category term='supper'/><category term='good jap food'/><category term='bosco'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='about life'/><category term='commencement 2008'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='johore'/><category term='nui'/><category term='HK trip'/><category term='time off'/><category term='holland village'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='date'/><category term='personality test'/><category term='NUS friends'/><category term='chill out'/><category term='sess'/><category term='food'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Nokia N82 commercial'/><category term='all day breakfast'/><category term='nus science rag 2005'/><category term='mum'/><category term='lsm3242'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='myolie'/><category term='feast'/><category term='outing'/><category term='work'/><category term='YZPS'/><category term='advertisements'/><category term='lab tech'/><title type='text'>Show it to the world...</title><subtitle type='html'>Pure. Simple. Free.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-2951746697656475679</id><published>2011-04-15T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T17:30:44.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all day breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Brunch with Sandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A cuppa of coffee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A good breakfast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Small light flavors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Round fluffy pancakes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tinge of garlic butter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dose of pure mushrooms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sip of maple sauce. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What a good morning, it is!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkFMSce45RA/TagPAWilONI/AAAAAAAABS8/KAEpnwiqiVg/s1600/IMG_3541a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkFMSce45RA/TagPAWilONI/AAAAAAAABS8/KAEpnwiqiVg/s320/IMG_3541a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good can it be when breakfast is served all day round?! After my adventure with Hatched, we thought of well, the usual, pancakes! What goes better with smooth butter and a good dose of comforting maple sauce! Our destination this week, "Strictly Pancakes"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXQ_MNoDVJ0/TagPFzuljbI/AAAAAAAABTA/vMVY3bfksCk/s1600/IMG_3544a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXQ_MNoDVJ0/TagPFzuljbI/AAAAAAAABTA/vMVY3bfksCk/s320/IMG_3544a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sandy wanted something more lavishing. So, there she goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlJqP19VEk/TagPkdIyoWI/AAAAAAAABTE/lDv8Y4hNBpk/s1600/IMG_3547a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlJqP19VEk/TagPkdIyoWI/AAAAAAAABTE/lDv8Y4hNBpk/s320/IMG_3547a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a meaningful day, some good time catching up with old buddy and a good time out for both of us. The food was great and very comforting. I guess this time out session is really good, as, I finally managed to squeeze up a post shortly after, considering the fact that I have not been blogging for most ages. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforted. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-2951746697656475679?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2951746697656475679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2951746697656475679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2011/04/brunch-with-sandy.html' title='Brunch with Sandy'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-FkFMSce45RA/TagPAWilONI/AAAAAAAABS8/KAEpnwiqiVg/s72-c/IMG_3541a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-3157835866496760978</id><published>2011-04-13T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T17:05:43.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>A simple song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G4_hhPM-6RU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麼简单 就能找到 聊得来的伴 &lt;br /&gt;尤其是在 看过了那麼多的背叛 &lt;br /&gt;总是不安 只好强悍 &lt;br /&gt;谁谋杀了我的浪漫 &lt;br /&gt;没那麼简单 就能去爱 别的全不看 &lt;br /&gt;变得实际 也许好也许坏各一半 &lt;br /&gt;不爱孤单 一久也习惯 &lt;br /&gt;不用担心谁 也不用被谁管 &lt;br /&gt;感觉快乐就忙东忙西 &lt;br /&gt;感觉累了就放空自己 &lt;br /&gt;别人说的话 随便听一听 自己作决定 &lt;br /&gt;不想拥有太多情绪 &lt;br /&gt;一杯红酒配电影 &lt;br /&gt;在周末晚上 关上了手机 舒服窝在沙发里 &lt;br /&gt;相爱没有那麼容易 每个人有他的脾气 &lt;br /&gt;过了爱作梦的年纪 轰轰烈烈不如平静 &lt;br /&gt;幸福没有那麼容易 才会特别让人著迷 &lt;br /&gt;什麼都不懂的年纪 &lt;br /&gt;曾经最掏心 所以最开心 曾经 &lt;br /&gt;想念最伤心 但却最动心 的记忆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-3157835866496760978?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3157835866496760978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3157835866496760978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2011/04/simple-song.html' title='A simple song..'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/G4_hhPM-6RU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-1862139664238171194</id><published>2010-09-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:40:28.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Trying to outdo yourself</title><content type='html'>As we grow older, there are times where we actually do need to outgrow ourselves. Things like, learn how to stand on two feet by tiny little self, try to hold a pencil, a pen, try to write, try to remember difficult chinese characters and, try to be independent. As a young adult, we start to make our own decisions, often wrong ones and unfortunately, we do no heed in guidance from our elders. Nevertheless, we grow through making mistakes and often, in this kind society, many will attempt to understand and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfectionist by right, nor a slave driver by left. It's just that, I could not get over 2 things that is impairing my growth as an individual. The first being, the fear of driving alone by myself on the busy road. The second, the fear of public speaking in front of a crowd. Yet, deep inside my heart, I knew I could do it. But the timid self of mine was afraid to do anything that brings me out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort zone. The area where most people are very familiar with and not step out of because of the unknown. Because of the unknown or because that they are afraid, afraid of facing their own fears of challengers, own fear of failure. But then again, if you do not try, you will not know. Even if you failed, at least you known that you had tried and you CAN LEARN from failures. They are such a good teaching tool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough said. Back to my own fear... I think I do need some inner strength to overcome..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1862139664238171194?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1862139664238171194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1862139664238171194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/09/trying-to-outdo-yourself.html' title='Trying to outdo yourself'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-4262864049212256693</id><published>2010-06-07T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:45:57.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>1st time being a bridesmaid &amp; maid of honour!</title><content type='html'>IT is my first time for a role as a bridesmaid. Well, none of my buddies are married.. So, I gave my first as a bridesmaid to my cousin's wedding! It's going to be exciting. My cousin and cousin in law are doing their own wedding, hence, everything is "yi shou bao ban" by themselves. I really admire their spirit and ability to do that! And I believe it will be a good wedding! I seriously think they can venture into wedding planning already. Hee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for Day 0 to start.. which is tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4262864049212256693?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4262864049212256693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4262864049212256693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/06/1st-time-being-bridesmaid-maid-of.html' title='1st time being a bridesmaid &amp; maid of honour!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-6652586278498281284</id><published>2010-05-17T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:09:53.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Watch</title><content type='html'>Caught a show on organ transplant on life watch channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't occur to me that life is that fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure life, start from those you love most..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-6652586278498281284?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6652586278498281284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6652586278498281284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-watch.html' title='Life Watch'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5900380906173814472</id><published>2010-05-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:06:14.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am moving on.. Have you?</title><content type='html'>It's been nearly two years. I was a bit hesitant, but I am glad to move on. It was not easy to adapt from a completely Science life to a business life, especially when you will need to think like one. Working life is different from studying. It may be slightly more political then in undergraduate life. I would think it is a matter of survival and strategic thinking. You will have to fend for yourself, just like in the wilderness. At some point, being selfish might be the way to survive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I will still like to believe in kindness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5900380906173814472?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5900380906173814472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5900380906173814472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-moving-on-have-you.html' title='I am moving on.. Have you?'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-7549196828979123345</id><published>2010-05-16T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:47:11.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Breathe...</title><content type='html'>A New Beginning..&lt;br /&gt;Need to look at life from another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to live again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7549196828979123345?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7549196828979123345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7549196828979123345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/05/fresh-breathe.html' title='A Fresh Breathe...'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-8406413220109115599</id><published>2010-04-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:21:11.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nus science rag 2005'/><title type='text'>with passion, i shall live on and move forward!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMTJvHqEhb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMTJvHqEhb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-8406413220109115599?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8406413220109115599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8406413220109115599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/04/with-passion-i-shall-live-on-and-move.html' title='with passion, i shall live on and move forward!!!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-195043161399035762</id><published>2010-04-11T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:21:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took up another tuition job</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to think that I am becoming a self proclaimed workaholic. I just took up a tuition job for a JC 2 girl this week with the fact that I am working full time, and have another tuition on hand. Actually, I felt lazy since I have started work. Perhaps it's the fact that, I no longer have a goal in my work. I used to have one. One, which is to do my programmes and do the best out of it, creating a memorable programme for my participants. I felt I did not do enough and now, I am sick of the system and environment so much that it affected me. All the zest and energy is no longer there. Am I sinking too deep into the poison of working adults, which is being complacent and no longer wanting a change, no longer wanting a break through? I don't think so. I am just sick of the environment. period. It might be due to burn out, which I read in a stress management book. Although I did not manage to remember much from the book as I only speed read, I do remember that the burn out will result in a nonchalent attitude to work or life and gradually, it will eat into your life - which is what I am facing now. I do not remember I say give up in studies before. Neither did I say it at my hardest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-195043161399035762?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/195043161399035762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/195043161399035762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/04/took-up-another-tuition-job.html' title='Took up another tuition job'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-4900824169825028650</id><published>2010-02-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:52:10.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/S3wBcijzHNI/AAAAAAAABOA/jkbPUSY2tnA/s1600-h/IMG_2623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/S3wBcijzHNI/AAAAAAAABOA/jkbPUSY2tnA/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An encouragement from a friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope it helps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4900824169825028650?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4900824169825028650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4900824169825028650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-give-up.html' title='Never give up...'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/S3wBcijzHNI/AAAAAAAABOA/jkbPUSY2tnA/s72-c/IMG_2623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-3366563188243501056</id><published>2010-02-10T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:18:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are only humans, so do the Japs</title><content type='html'>IT is very interesting to read this particular article on Straits Times, which is in the commentary section. The headline, I vaguely remember as, "It has shown that the Japanese are only humans". I cannot remember the exact phrasing of the words, but it goes something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, most of us are seeking perfection so much that we view human error as, imperfection, something which goes wrong. It maybe a good concept to always achieve the impossible, like perfection but we must always remember that we are too, only humans. What we can achieve at most, are almost perfect. Another reason why we can't really achieve perfection is because we are greedy. We are greedy for success, we are not satisfied and not contented. We are always looking for something which are always further, always better, always this, always that. Hence, we can never seek peace within oneself and therefore, in our own tinted eyes, we are, always not perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday, the insane of seeking towards perfection will create humans who are perfect, by minds of the imperfect hands - our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be a reason who our almighty God, him who has the perfect hands, mold us this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are we to tamper with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-3366563188243501056?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3366563188243501056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3366563188243501056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-only-humans-so-do-japs.html' title='We are only humans, so do the Japs'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-4387981703861147535</id><published>2010-02-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:17:37.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>For once, I become a tour guide!!!</title><content type='html'>For once, I became a tour guide for my guests in NUS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 20 minute tour around NUS campus with a script in my hand. Honestly, I didn't really quite follow the script that I was holding dearly to. We went around the A1 route, didn't really manage to bring my guests to BTC and into Engineering faculty. It was my first time trying very hard to describe NUS to a group of older students (the past few experiences were from SOW and CAC camp where we bought several groups of young freshies around the campus to orientate them). Freshies were relatively easier to bring around as, there is no expectation of any quality of service and they are more open. But for my guest, a level of professionalism was expected, at least for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad all was done, though it was quite a fun experience. It might happen again, next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning curve: I guess, part of my job, is well, not quite routine, which makes the good and bad of it. IT is a love, hate relationship as I always mentioned. I definitely do not want a desk bound job and with a non-desk bound job, you will always have to walk about, run about, hop about, not to mention, dash about. The nature of my job requires a constant positive and calm attitude, which I am not sure if I do honestly possess the quality of, but, I am willing to try. It is a constant challenge, of how I will phrase it. It is something that, will result in personal and developmental growth, which one may feel satisfied at the end of the day. It is, definitely rewarding and you will get to know more people. The hard part, is to realize that everything can change even though you tried to plan well for it and the most torturing part is to, fortune tell, to predict hiccups and have ways to deal with it. That will require a wealth of good experience which I think, each and everyone of us are constantly building it. As such, I shall pronounce it a love and hate affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. which, marriage is also the same, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4387981703861147535?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4387981703861147535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4387981703861147535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-once-i-become-tour-guide.html' title='For once, I become a tour guide!!!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5080344654775555549</id><published>2010-01-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:56:42.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about life'/><title type='text'>Staying out of your comfort zone</title><content type='html'>Staying comfortable out of your comfort zone. At times, when we are left out there alone, out of our comfort zone, we all need to depend on ourselves to survive. Here comes the power of thought, the power of believe, the will to stay comfortable outside of your comfort zone. It may sounds difficult and hard to achieve. But it is easy at the same time, as long as your heart is open to changes. Adapting to change is one thing, accepting the change is one thing, believe in the change is another thing. If we never believe Sun will rise from the East, seeing the Sun rise from the East will result in perplex and confusion, disagreement. One may be able to accept the change but his heart may not believe in the change and not able to feel peace with the sight he had seen. IT will be like, the Sun rises from the East, I don't know why it rises from the East but it just rises from the East. We have to accept the change wholeheartedly, from within. If we are not open to the change from the bottom of our heart, then, we will not be able to really accept the change and able to live with it. So, be open to staying out of your comfort zone and be happy about it - because, congrats, you have just done a good acceptance of a major change in ideology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying positive is also very important in our lives. It maybe hard but it is not unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't if this can help my life but I think it will be a good try nevertheless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5080344654775555549?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5080344654775555549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5080344654775555549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/01/staying-out-of-your-comfort-zone.html' title='Staying out of your comfort zone'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-8139232865910326307</id><published>2010-01-11T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:44:30.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Trying to search for the missing memories...</title><content type='html'>I think, as we grow bigger, thoughts are more developed and more complicated. Yet, we seem always try to find something simple, something easy to understand. For a moment, I felt, I am always thinking of something, of random thoughts, of emotions, of feel, of something. Yet, the older I become, the least of these thought I had the energy and effort to keep in mind and write down somewhere. Hence, the means and ways to search for some missing memories and lost thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have the feeling that my mind is more complicated than others. You may call it flatter, you may call it proud but I simply just could not think otherwise. My English is not very good, yet I could wrote some fairly interesting and decent composition and occasionally, do a very good intriguing essay. Sometimes, I can write poems, read prose and occasionally, read some mind-blogging books and literature.&amp;nbsp; I am a proud person, I must admit. I was able to score an A for A levels Biology even though I did not study O level biology. I was able to enter AJC and eventually end up in NUS science course. Damn, I was so close to studying medicine! Well, I also managed to win a silver award in national science competition even though I was from a neighbourhood school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by no sheer luck or good fortune. It is all by hard work and today, it remains so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how the road is going to get tougher, I believer, I will have the capacity and ability to go through it, even though, at times, I will need some encouragement and a few decent advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardship makes people grow&lt;br /&gt;Challengers makes people wise&lt;br /&gt;Endurance makes people patient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-8139232865910326307?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8139232865910326307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8139232865910326307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-search-for-missing-memories.html' title='Trying to search for the missing memories...'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-1695554844505163675</id><published>2010-01-02T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:59:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing for the past few weeks?</title><content type='html'>Count down with weini, shiming, hui hui, bel bel and mason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjoyce.lim.suwen%2Falbumid%2F5422025493778198321%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet up with liwei, hui ping, meisiang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjoyce.lim.suwen%2Falbumid%2F5422029967309106545%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the sharks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjoyce.lim.suwen%2Falbumid%2F5422031643295112849%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1695554844505163675?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1695554844505163675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1695554844505163675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-am-i-doing-for-past-few-weeks.html' title='What am I doing for the past few weeks?'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-8527169694845516120</id><published>2009-12-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:25:07.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts..</title><content type='html'>Some thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some times when you are feeling low, thinking about life and what does it means to you. At times, you see what others are experiencing and wonder whether you are the lucky one to enjoy that luck or good life. Other times, you look at other and wonder why such a sad and bad life you have, which was filled with disasters, unforeseen unfortunate events and happenings. At times, you will blame God for taking all your good life and giving you bad or unfair life. At times, you might even question your faith and ask if you are to be deserved for it. When this time comes, you will be disturbed and upset by which ever negative thought you have. Hence, my confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought I was the most unlucky one in all of my friends and family, where I lost my loved one, suffered agony, upset with unfair life and had a bad life with all sorts of nonsense. First being not able to go up to hons with the desirable grades, had to graduate unexpectedly, had to find a job and ended with something which was totally not my field, had to learn everything from beginning again. It was a tough one trying to change field and it was not easy trying to be me again. Once you had conquered a challenge, you were faced with one again. Just like how I had conquered a challenge of doing simple event (job wise), I am now faced with more challenges on new events (which I have no clue or what so ever to do). Life is challenging, and I am now faced with unexpected new events which I have no control or what so ever. Suddenly, I felt lost again, didn't know what to do and didn't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes upon a chance which I didn't know I will take up. For a first time, I kinda accepted an invitation to a church session and ended with something positive despite the usual critics. I am skeptical, I must confess. But that does not meant that I am not a believer. Let me kindly explain why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I felt what the pastor was saying was pretty right. It was about your relationship with God. Although I am not a Christian, that does not meant that I do not believe in God. With all my respect, Sir. All that mighty one, the only one who connects to your soul. I believe, a church is just a medium, which may have influence on your belief and but definitely not your relationship with God. But neverthelesss, no matter what they have done, they are for the good faith and for the development of good willed individuals. If there is a way to make sure that our teenagers are doing good and not bad, there is no reason to stop them from doing it anyway. I guess churches and pastors serve as a reminder to all believers about good will and God. In my opinion, it is all about practicing good. It is all about having a big heart. A heart that is pumping loudly and strongly, showing everybody that he or she is caring about the society, for every each and individual, sharing his or her love about to everyone that he or she could and helping out. As such, we will need to develop our character into fully (hence, the strong and powerful pumping ALIVE heart), and thus, able to show love for each living things on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, all those challenges in life, are merely, challenges. They, in my opinion, just merely test how strong is your heart to these challenges. If you can survive all these challenges, then, you will be strong willed and able to show love to more. As such, I think I should try to embrace all the challenges and new tasks and try my best to survive them. No matter how tough the road can be, I will try to go through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a big and power heart,&lt;br /&gt;have a Good Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-8527169694845516120?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8527169694845516120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8527169694845516120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts..'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-674370958276826762</id><published>2009-12-06T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:00:00.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Coming of Yao Yao!!!</title><content type='html'>The coming of yao yao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be too stressed up and tired of working. I was spending money on retail therapy. It was an expensive habit though.. Despite the retail therapy two weeks ago (it was really a great relief), I am still not satisfied. Over the long weekend (not a really long one for me, it always hope that it had carried on for a longer period of time), I went JB with Mason and his parents. It was a good walk around and it kind of made me hooked on going to JB. It was not that the things are very cheap there. It was just that, that feeling of letting your hair down and exploring new things. That feeling lingered around and made us go to JB again this weekend. So, we went on a budget tour to JB on SGD 50. We end up spending SGD30+ on food (mainly food, dine and local products), entertainment (I bought some Jap and Taiwan magazines which were particularly useful, I will introduce some make up and dressing tips next time). As it was a budget tour, obviously we did most of the shopping by "eye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. The coming of yaoyao! We were walking in IMM where we saw this particular toy which caught our eyes. Yaoyao, as we named it, will shake from left to right and right to left in a particular interesting matter. You must see it to know it! And it is so hilarious! It just delights your heart. I just want to get it.. to put in my new office, to accompany me walk through the tough road, with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sxuypiu2d0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/_TNkPFE1fDQ/s1600-h/yaoyao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sxuypiu2d0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/_TNkPFE1fDQ/s320/yaoyao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412115803983476546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a Sunday at home alone, reading magazines and surfing the net. It is a good day off from everything, at least, I have some time to clean house, mop floor and do some housework and most importantly of all, to have some time to run outside of the house and enjoy a slight scenery view of sunset in Ulu Sembawang. It must be a good flex for my muscles although my neck and shoulder are still strained and aching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-674370958276826762?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/674370958276826762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/674370958276826762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-of-yao-yao.html' title='Coming of Yao Yao!!!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sxuypiu2d0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/_TNkPFE1fDQ/s72-c/yaoyao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-632126216364170325</id><published>2009-12-06T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:02:07.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>After a few months of hard work, I think I really need a few days of rest... Sometimes I really wonder, whether what I do is really what I want. Maybe a vacation or two may help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, so lost..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-632126216364170325?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/632126216364170325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/632126216364170325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5660039282903760326</id><published>2009-11-25T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:10:44.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice spent weekend with friends and loved ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;One of our friends is leaving Singapore for US due to work commitments. Surprising to say, he is one of my first friends to leave Singapore for somewhere else. I still remember when we are younger, many of us had mentioned to leave Singapore to look at the outside for for various reasons - family, money, personal growth. Yet, many of us, didn't manage to have the courage to leave our comfort zone to go to somewhere else. Some of my cousins did, but, at a older age. It is quite interesting to see how people grow, I meant, I enjoyed to process to see how we were like before and now. Some of us grew much faster than others, some didn't. I guess it must be the situation that puts one to it, whether to grow beyond our age or simply just grow as our age allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society is no longer what it seems. Hope our pure friendship reminds and hope that it will really last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is really trying hard not to grow old, yet, another part of me is enjoying the process of growing old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5660039282903760326?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5660039282903760326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5660039282903760326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-spent-weekend-with-friends-and.html' title='A nice spent weekend with friends and loved ones'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5925435814831434596</id><published>2009-11-17T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:52:50.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cycling with weini</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjoyce.lim.suwen%2Falbumid%2F5405061961019509953%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5925435814831434596?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5925435814831434596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5925435814831434596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/11/cycling-with-weini.html' title='cycling with weini'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-655168324705700116</id><published>2009-11-17T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:19:12.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carboot sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjoyce.lim.suwen%2Falbumid%2F5405057597233883441%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-655168324705700116?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/655168324705700116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/655168324705700116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/11/carboot-sales.html' title='Carboot sales'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-6488908444183379796</id><published>2009-11-04T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:48:01.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drink water good!</title><content type='html'>Drink water,&lt;br /&gt;drink drink water&lt;br /&gt;ah har!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been addicted to drinking water lately, which I don't know it's a good thing or a bad thing. I will keep on drinking water when I am at my work desk.. Maybe it's because of the stress and I wanted to "cure" my addiction from coke and green tea, hence, changed my drink to water. PS: I will tend to drink coke, green tea or some other cold drinks when I am stressed. Maybe it's due to the high amount of work coming in at this time of the year. Maybe. But it is expected when I signed, right? Beats me why I took up this job but then again, it's pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my colleagues and seniors, asked me to think about my future. I have been thinking a lot lately, especially when you are reaching your 25 mark. It just makes you think, a lot. I have been pondering, what shall I do in the future, is there anything else I can improve on, which I can do or anything that I can learn, or shall I change job, do something different which I can upgrade myself. But the point is, I am, rather happy with what I am now, provided that they managed to add my pay to market rate and I greatly appreciate and put my whole heart into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$. Although it is not that important but it is still important. There are a few things which you can retain your staff by.. Firstly, the appreciation to your staff, especially to those who work a lot behind the scene. Of course we will like to have a pat on our shoulders and a few words of appreciation like, "Thanks for being there to help!", "Good job!" and a few others. Secondly, staff of course will like to see praises going to the correct and well deserved people and not to those who try to act busy and hard working and showy people. The reason behind this second point is very simple. We simply wants those who work like hell with us to be appreciated, this is especially true for those who are team player. Once you praise them and their team people, they will be greatly appreciated and will likely to work harder. But nevertheless, $$ is still important. There is this tipping point where the huge amount of work is too overwhelming when the first and second point becomes of no use. Then, the third option will be good - which is to increase pay or give out good performance bonus. But, if your staff are expecting the third option, then I guess the best next thing to do, might to be hire another new staff to share the workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, these points are just somethings I observed. They are all just in my opinion.. It may be good to see some of the bosses point of view.. that will be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with water! healthier choice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-6488908444183379796?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6488908444183379796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6488908444183379796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/11/drink-water-good.html' title='drink water good!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-6526979161049223027</id><published>2009-10-25T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:29:49.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>You hold my hand when I'm young and I shall hold yours when you are old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SuRL2C8S6pI/AAAAAAAAAp4/7bN_9jtam3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SuRL2C8S6pI/AAAAAAAAAp4/7bN_9jtam3Y/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396521645371484818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You held my hand when I'm young,&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's my turn to hold yours when you grow old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-6526979161049223027?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6526979161049223027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6526979161049223027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-hold-my-hand-when-im-young-and-i.html' title='You hold my hand when I&apos;m young and I shall hold yours when you are old'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SuRL2C8S6pI/AAAAAAAAAp4/7bN_9jtam3Y/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-1329021194115874400</id><published>2009-08-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:45:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment like this</title><content type='html'>A raindrop fallen from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It had fallen onto my face.&lt;br /&gt;Touched my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hint of memory pieced together. &lt;br /&gt;The long unwanted forgotten past.&lt;br /&gt;That single detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you tried to forget,&lt;br /&gt;the more it seems to linger here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As distance as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;as near as it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a sense of nostalgic struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are reminded of the sent,&lt;br /&gt;the sight,&lt;br /&gt;the longing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combination of a few,&lt;br /&gt;can bring the greatest man to his tears.&lt;br /&gt;The strongest man to be broken. &lt;br /&gt;A girl to weep,&lt;br /&gt;silently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;The taste of home cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of resemblance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear which refuses to drop.&lt;br /&gt;A clutter of unused pots. &lt;br /&gt;A clean kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;An empty house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO have to admit it is because of the loneliness I have when I stayed alone in office today which created these ripples of thought. Yet, part of me will think it's the strikingly similar taste of the food I had ate for dinner in West Coast. The familiar taste, similar methods of cooking, I presume. All that bundled with the sight of my own reflection which reminded me of the words of my aunts and cousins, "You look very much like your mother". It then all comes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1329021194115874400?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1329021194115874400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1329021194115874400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-like-this.html' title='A moment like this'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-4252604149827318426</id><published>2009-07-20T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:16:56.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown older (part 1)</title><content type='html'>IT has been ages since I had blogged. Sometimes I really wonder if it is really the shortage of time which cause me not to blog or is it really the lack of stuff and ideas and thought that had caused me not to. In anyway, I am pretty in for a mood to blog and as such, I shall try my best to bring in my feelings and thoughts while I am still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, having to work now is really taking up a lot of my "Flexible" time. It was really a far cry from a temp job. Now, as it is, I am working full time in a company, everything is like, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, 830am till 6pm? maybe till later perhaps. Nevertheless, I am pretty much happy to be working in this day, in this economy. At least, I am productive, to a certain extent. I think I will be mad if I were to coup around at home. Despite so, I really take a on a whole new meaning to look at life, especially ever since I started working. Perhaps when you are working, the meaning changes. You are no longer a single individual who are well, living off parents, sharing a roof and well, helping yourself to your max to your house fridge and such. You are actually required to well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, chip into the monthly expenditure of your house and well, try to feed yourself and try to support the folks and members in the family, especially if you have younger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; and extended family, not mentioning, "new" addition to the family in the future. Suddenly, your "workload" seemed to increase and your "responsibilities" seem to extend beyond any measurable distances and suddenly, "saving", a word that is unfamiliar and probably non-existence came into mind. These are well, huge things that impact on a well, tined teenager's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4252604149827318426?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4252604149827318426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4252604149827318426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/07/grown-older-part-1.html' title='Grown older (part 1)'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5562915664368239058</id><published>2009-05-18T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:04:02.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>LEarning from one another</title><content type='html'>We all learn thing each and every day. However, the people we learned from vary from person to person. We often want to learn from people who are more knowledgeable, which, makes sense. But then again, what defines knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge, the state or fact of knowing, the sum or range of what have been perceived, gain through experience. Hence, in all dictionary standards, everyone can be a teacher, which is, again, I believe it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, never underestimates the power of knowledge in people of a less dignified status and well, appreciate their knowledge in their fields. Knowledge can only be learn when borders and lines are broken, humble towards others, even though others many not be as knowledgeable as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have learned a lot from others who did not have a defined cert, who do not hold a white collar job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing that I have learned from them, is to be happy on what you are doing. Even though work or life maybe tough, just keep on smiling, press on and you will be there, on the path towards your goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5562915664368239058?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5562915664368239058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5562915664368239058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/05/learning-from-one-another.html' title='LEarning from one another'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-2118552828159978701</id><published>2009-05-12T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:52:03.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Romance's simple, yet, complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k46yEhBd9x4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k46yEhBd9x4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all started out love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smell, her hair,&lt;br /&gt;Thou strong and warm shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Thee soft and caring gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time pass,&lt;br /&gt;feelings faded,&lt;br /&gt;we minimize our senses.&lt;br /&gt;Distance apart,&lt;br /&gt;Suspicion grew,&lt;br /&gt;hostility begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet all it seems is to chase for a dream,&lt;br /&gt;one which is not attainable.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for that one to make us wholesome,&lt;br /&gt;seems to be so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all,&lt;br /&gt;we try to salvage.&lt;br /&gt;We try to test,&lt;br /&gt;we try to act upon our suspicion,&lt;br /&gt;taking the wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try...&lt;br /&gt;and try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may all seems too complicated,&lt;br /&gt;all together,&lt;br /&gt;when we suspect too much,&lt;br /&gt;try too much,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;communicate too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why makes it so difficult just to tell thou about what thee feels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-2118552828159978701?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2118552828159978701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2118552828159978701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/05/romances-simple-yet-complicated.html' title='Romance&apos;s simple, yet, complicated'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5955842694367342794</id><published>2009-04-12T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:34:21.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fed-up-son</title><content type='html'>If someone were to ask me what will you do if you are really unhappy, will you go drink until you drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer will be, "I would rather go and work out and ran as much as I can, rather than go and drink until I am drunk. Because I can lose more calories during the exercise rather than gaining calories when I am drinking excessively..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5955842694367342794?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5955842694367342794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5955842694367342794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/04/fed-up-son.html' title='fed-up-son'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-7147758553666989129</id><published>2009-03-22T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:37:09.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about food! Dine with my colleagues..</title><content type='html'>Presenting to you, Bayang @ clarke quay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYia3ymsiI/AAAAAAAAApw/t9VgkzELqpI/s1600-h/P3201943a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYia3ymsiI/AAAAAAAAApw/t9VgkzELqpI/s320/P3201943a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974255205593634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYia1_yOyI/AAAAAAAAApo/nNaCYCTc-JU/s1600-h/P3201981a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYia1_yOyI/AAAAAAAAApo/nNaCYCTc-JU/s320/P3201981a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974254724004642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chendol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiarFf_YI/AAAAAAAAApg/kcxM8zKOO7s/s1600-h/P3201968a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiarFf_YI/AAAAAAAAApg/kcxM8zKOO7s/s320/P3201968a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974251795185026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rice wrapped in leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiaZFUU4I/AAAAAAAAApY/ndSwCIwXpwM/s1600-h/P3201960a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiaZFUU4I/AAAAAAAAApY/ndSwCIwXpwM/s320/P3201960a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974246962582402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amount of food we ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLj7M1mI/AAAAAAAAApQ/S0WlYjxpAIo/s1600-h/P3201961a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLj7M1mI/AAAAAAAAApQ/S0WlYjxpAIo/s320/P3201961a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973992174900834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yellow rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLkJidJI/AAAAAAAAApI/XzXKr7ghCvE/s1600-h/P3201952a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLkJidJI/AAAAAAAAApI/XzXKr7ghCvE/s320/P3201952a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973992235037842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fried vege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLYBRybI/AAAAAAAAApA/ZwtJqyG36Eo/s1600-h/P3201972a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLYBRybI/AAAAAAAAApA/ZwtJqyG36Eo/s320/P3201972a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973988979165618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fried fish - this is one of my fav dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLSse-SI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vGPHLMdzhHY/s1600-h/P3201953a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLSse-SI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vGPHLMdzhHY/s320/P3201953a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973987549772066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tahu goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLMLTqQI/AAAAAAAAAow/akL3JTxgJOI/s1600-h/P3201974a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYiLMLTqQI/AAAAAAAAAow/akL3JTxgJOI/s320/P3201974a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973985800005890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another fish - in dark sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7147758553666989129?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7147758553666989129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7147758553666989129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-about-food-dine-with-my-colleagues.html' title='All about food! Dine with my colleagues..'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYia3ymsiI/AAAAAAAAApw/t9VgkzELqpI/s72-c/P3201943a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-3823524031033418384</id><published>2009-03-22T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:31:24.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Makan trail...</title><content type='html'>Airport terminal feel @ Hanis cafe, National Library..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdL1IIBDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/x1UN0xL_4c4/s1600-h/P3191929a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdL1IIBDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/x1UN0xL_4c4/s320/P3191929a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;serviced by our "flight" attendant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdMH7GRdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wxIvCqjvBZs/s1600-h/P3191933a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdMH7GRdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wxIvCqjvBZs/s320/P3191933a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;set meal looking like airport meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdMM3TMKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/VFsS_SnMeis/s1600-h/P3191936a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdMM3TMKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/VFsS_SnMeis/s320/P3191936a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fish and chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdMKZW7nI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6Tt8QgBORS8/s320/P3191939a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spag with chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdXwHdPoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jOvdfD6V_18/s1600-h/P3191941a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdXwHdPoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jOvdfD6V_18/s1600-h/P3191941a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdXwHdPoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jOvdfD6V_18/s200/P3191941a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315968704047824514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a happy diner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lost somewhere in Singapore Arts Museum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgOCdi-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/cYpse7_6Ddw/s1600-h/P3201988a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgOCdi-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/cYpse7_6Ddw/s320/P3201988a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315971048542145506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to be artistic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgPRKtiI/AAAAAAAAAog/1efRXS7VoD8/s1600-h/P3201989a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgPRKtiI/AAAAAAAAAog/1efRXS7VoD8/s320/P3201989a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315971048872261154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgO6WGnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/UF59oRigKRk/s1600-h/P3201990a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgO6WGnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/UF59oRigKRk/s320/P3201990a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315971048776538738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgLFB0hI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_MKwyHpBaCc/s1600-h/P3202007a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYfgLFB0hI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_MKwyHpBaCc/s320/P3202007a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315971047747605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chillout at Novus, Singapore Arts Musem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYff1Pj5lI/AAAAAAAAAoI/QpdRrZX7Z4s/s1600-h/P3202006a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYff1Pj5lI/AAAAAAAAAoI/QpdRrZX7Z4s/s320/P3202006a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315971041886201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice ambiance, good singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were partial lost on friday night. Lost for ideas to go on a friday night, didn't manage to catch the show we wanted too also. When all seems blue and lost and nothing seems right, we strayed to the deeps of the darkness, wanting to find an answer for everything. When all hope is lost, we came across SAM (Singapore Arts Museum). Enchanted by it, we were drew closer to it. We were hoping to go to SAM in whee hours, doing something like appreciating art - stuff we never did before. But, it was closed. Nevertheless, we still managed to see some people going into SAM. Beweird, we followed them in. In light of excitement, we discovered Novus! A chic artas chill out place with both indoor and outdoor seating, with live singing by local artist. A nice cool place, for small gathering, chill out corners. Never managed to try the food but guess, will frequent that place in the near future again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-3823524031033418384?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3823524031033418384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3823524031033418384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/makan-trail.html' title='Makan trail...'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/ScYdL1IIBDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/x1UN0xL_4c4/s72-c/P3191929a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-980895350436798213</id><published>2009-03-22T02:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:48:00.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><title type='text'>A woman's life: Never easy, never simple, never ending</title><content type='html'>A re-post of something I wrote 4 years ago... It's one of the main reason, sometimes, I don't like to celebrate my birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the turn of 20,&lt;br /&gt;He says that a woman's life is simple.&lt;br /&gt;She only has to cook, stays at home and do housework, not mentioning the hardship of procreate n nuturing.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at him and just smile.&lt;br /&gt;She seeks for higher education, with a well paid job,&lt;br /&gt;just to provide him with a comfortable lifestyle to live in.&lt;br /&gt;To her, she wanted to give her best to him, her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 25,&lt;br /&gt;He asked her to marry him,&lt;br /&gt;sealed with a promise that he would love her forever,&lt;br /&gt;by a special one who would take care of her for eternalty.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at him and just smile.&lt;br /&gt;In her, she longed for someone to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;To her, he's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 27,&lt;br /&gt;He told her he need a family,&lt;br /&gt;a house filled with the joy of the little ones,&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be a father.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at him and just smile.&lt;br /&gt;In her, career is her main focus for now.&lt;br /&gt;To her, this is just another issue to be settle in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 29,&lt;br /&gt;He told her that its either company or family,&lt;br /&gt;her maternity leave would only further complicate things in the company.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at him and just smile,&lt;br /&gt;handing a letter of resignation.&lt;br /&gt;In her, she is preparing for that little life.&lt;br /&gt;To her, this scarifice is worthwhile, for he's her everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 35,&lt;br /&gt;He told her she would be taking a risk if she's considering to have the little one,&lt;br /&gt;certain implications might occur since she is not young anymore,&lt;br /&gt;and he could not garantee the safety of the big one too.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at him and just smile.&lt;br /&gt;She told him she will like to try, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;To her, at this point in time,&lt;br /&gt;having a baby makes woman whole and the family a complete one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole nine months,&lt;br /&gt;She hanged on....&lt;br /&gt;It was tough but she didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 39,&lt;br /&gt;He told her with joys of tears, he's a father now.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at them and just smile.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the world that melts your heart when u see them together.&lt;br /&gt;In her, she wants to give everything she could to the little one.&lt;br /&gt;To her, her family becomes the main focus.&lt;br /&gt;She rotates around her family, showering them with care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of her life,&lt;br /&gt;she devoted everything,&lt;br /&gt;just to make sure they are well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman's life.&lt;br /&gt;Never easy. Never simple. Never ending.&lt;br /&gt;In life, one is born out of another's suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the suffering of a woman somewhat 19 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;For this very day, we shall celebrate mothers' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all mothers, Happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for all that you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always luv u.&lt;br /&gt;Its not because its never easy to be a woman,&lt;br /&gt;its because you are my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: my old blog, &lt;a href="http://joyful-joyce.spaces.live.com/default.aspx"&gt;http://joyful-joyce.spaces.live.com/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all mums to be, a tribute to the greatest women in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-980895350436798213?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/980895350436798213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/980895350436798213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/womans-life-never-easy-never-simple.html' title='A woman&apos;s life: Never easy, never simple, never ending'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-3332579309699772749</id><published>2009-03-17T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:17:52.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johore'/><title type='text'>Trip to Johore</title><content type='html'>After an unlucky and unsuccessful start of the week, I have decided to blog about something nice prior to the start of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a trial &amp;amp; error plus some accidental travel, we managed to hijack on a free ride to Johore over the weekend. Blessed with rain, hence the reduced jam, we managed to smuggle some good photos which will change your lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4NLgI1WI/AAAAAAAAAmo/TCFmw0IB5C8/s1600-h/Picture+023_717x538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168621885871458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4NLgI1WI/AAAAAAAAAmo/TCFmw0IB5C8/s200/Picture+023_717x538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some nice bao, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4M4mZMeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/asE6Pe2weYw/s1600-h/Picture+021_717x538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168616811835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4M4mZMeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/asE6Pe2weYw/s200/Picture+021_717x538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more baoz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4MyVFaxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mX93fvXaEpo/s1600-h/Picture+018_717x538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168615128623890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4MyVFaxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mX93fvXaEpo/s200/Picture+018_717x538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice tag by the bao shop! It surely does change your lifestyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4MY3zaaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MxKhRkvzLgY/s1600-h/Picture+013_538x717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168608294922658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4MY3zaaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MxKhRkvzLgY/s200/Picture+013_538x717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rain rain go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4MR2wnEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/oBPh65Bc-Kk/s1600-h/Picture+009_717x538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168606411496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4MR2wnEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/oBPh65Bc-Kk/s200/Picture+009_717x538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rain does help a bit by drawing away the crowd at the causeway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb--yJbkZkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/i4UiAM9r_hE/s1600-h/Picture+037_717x538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175854054762050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb--yJbkZkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/i4UiAM9r_hE/s200/Picture+037_717x538.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my loot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-3332579309699772749?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3332579309699772749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3332579309699772749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-johore.html' title='Trip to Johore'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sb-4NLgI1WI/AAAAAAAAAmo/TCFmw0IB5C8/s72-c/Picture+023_717x538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-284657384500119417</id><published>2009-03-16T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:15:41.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Alma mater</title><content type='html'>I HAD a recent chat with one of my Secondary school teacher. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling. Familiar because I have personally known that teacher for quite some time over the years and, unfamiliar because, I didn't managed to talk to her for quite sometime due to differences in scheduling and time. Recent chat with Mason made me realise how important is my secondary school is to me and that feeling of the alma mater never left, somehow. Nevertheless, despite the torment of time, that feeling of belonging, as a whole or as a body never fades. It can only be misplaced, but never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling is the same kind of thing which I had experience when I was doing science project. It was a pity that I am not able to do it now (not meaning that I cannot do it in the future, nothing is impossible). I started out doing science project by accident and had begin to do that since. After which, I had embarked on the journey of  undergoing through research, conference, and exhibition, which one can say, that is the most glorious part of my academic life. Since, I can, represent my school to achieve pride and honor. And indeed, I am pretty proud of that. But as time goes by, the fish in the pond met the bigger fishes in the other ponds. Trapped in the same pond, this fish cannot perform as well and was out performed by the other bigger fishes. Despite to say, this fish, with so much pride, joy, passion, hardship, tears and hardwork, refuses to let other bigger fishes swim in the upper stream. It fought with all its might and it lost. Although it didn't want to but the fact remains. As such, this fish is like a walking dead, with no heart, no passion and no soul. The feeling is empty. The feeling lasted throughout the uni years and even until graduation, I still feel the pain and the tinge in my heart, unable to let go of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to let it go and move forward. It is easy to say but I guess it's pretty hard to achieve. But then again, I believe, as long as you put your heart and soul into something that you like to do, nothing is not achievable. Hence, I think I will just have to find my second passion here right now and again. I have to learn how to seek passion in my job, seeing the light to what my job represent - although I am still pretty much trying how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something deep down in my heart, which I know I am the only person who can make a change to it. It is time to face it and well, just do it again, with all that spirit and passion I had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows in one direction and pass out in the other - There is always someway out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-284657384500119417?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/284657384500119417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/284657384500119417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/alma-mater.html' title='Alma mater'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-4989837850846229358</id><published>2009-03-13T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:07:58.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality test'/><title type='text'>kinda true</title><content type='html'>did this on &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt; and it's kinda true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4989837850846229358?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4989837850846229358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4989837850846229358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/kinda-true.html' title='kinda true'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-380423160889121588</id><published>2009-03-09T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:59:36.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holland village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supper'/><title type='text'>i love holland village</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, We went Holland Village for dinner. Got lost in the terrace house opposite Cold Storage and realise that there are a lot of artisitic terrace houses across holland village. I think we were somewhat too engrossed in appreciating these unique houses until we forget to take some photos to show you folks. Nevertheless, that stretch of houses, I shall refer it as the "Art Lane". Among these houses, for those who appreciate nice and expensive cars as well, I will also recommand you folks to go down there and be amazed by some of the very expensive and unique cars the owners had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it out into Holland Village to enjoy our very late dinner, all thanks to Mr Mason Tan who was gaming and left the house at 7pm... We finally decided on feasting on "zhi cha" in Holland Village. Sitting at the roadside "zhi cha" stall is very challenging. Due to the close proximity of our table and the road, I had a constant fear of a car crashing into my table and prevent me from eating my beloved hor fan. Nevertheless, dinner proceed as usual with the often beeping and honking of frustrated car drivers who just could not read "carpark Full" at the entrance of the carpark gantry. Yet, we were still pretty much entertained by the lovely English music, contributed by the Western stall next to the "zhi cha" stall. Gosh, they did played very nice music over the player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SbhrvZqiZII/AAAAAAAAAl8/yShHdZaTotA/s1600-h/P3091803.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SbhrvZqiZII/AAAAAAAAAl8/yShHdZaTotA/s200/P3091803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312114222570824834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeling artistic to do up my own room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SbhrubtpU7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/56MbjLECIsw/s1600-h/P3081798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SbhrubtpU7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/56MbjLECIsw/s200/P3081798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312114205940863922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice vespa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sbhrt6KUVxI/AAAAAAAAAls/lPFNhpnPi-k/s1600-h/P3061795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Sbhrt6KUVxI/AAAAAAAAAls/lPFNhpnPi-k/s200/P3061795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312114196934317842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;artisitic deco of someone and the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SbhrtHO3D2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/VuDSgqDr7F0/s1600-h/P3061793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SbhrtHO3D2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/VuDSgqDr7F0/s200/P3061793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312114183263162210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-380423160889121588?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/380423160889121588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/380423160889121588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-holland-village.html' title='i love holland village'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SbhrvZqiZII/AAAAAAAAAl8/yShHdZaTotA/s72-c/P3091803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-533987026706736674</id><published>2009-03-02T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:49:12.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill out'/><title type='text'>A tinge of Bluez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SavAlcdMYFI/AAAAAAAAAho/EEGZVLtMa4Y/s1600-h/2009+Feb+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308548335312592978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SavAlcdMYFI/AAAAAAAAAho/EEGZVLtMa4Y/s320/2009+Feb+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BLuez up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-533987026706736674?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/533987026706736674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/533987026706736674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/tinge-of-bluez.html' title='A tinge of Bluez...'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SavAlcdMYFI/AAAAAAAAAho/EEGZVLtMa4Y/s72-c/2009+Feb+29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-3744066751654342146</id><published>2009-03-02T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:00:38.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor Merlion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SaufogDawZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W2scBH7kJf8/s1600-h/12358878255a02b0d727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308512103934116242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SaufogDawZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W2scBH7kJf8/s320/12358878255a02b0d727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Merlion got "torched" by lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how would Merlion felt over this incident. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-3744066751654342146?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3744066751654342146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/3744066751654342146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-merlion.html' title='poor Merlion'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SaufogDawZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W2scBH7kJf8/s72-c/12358878255a02b0d727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-7265155296656781809</id><published>2009-02-22T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:15:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers on a train</title><content type='html'>CAUGHT "Strangers on a train" on one of CSI's episode. Didn't really remember it until I watched "The curious case of Benjamin Buttons" and spotted a similar scene in it. Roughly from what I have gathered from Grissom in CSI, the story of "Strangers on a train" depicted two strangers on a train met, discussing about their lives and realized that they cannot tolerate their own partners. If they wanted to kill their own partners, since they have a motive to do so, they will be caught and charged. Hence, if they kill each other partner, they will not have a motive so to speak, and thus, it is likely that the murderer will get caught and charged. Like all individuals, who tends to grumble about their lives, none of which was taken seriously, except for one of them whom commit the crime later on. Back on the same train, the murderer ask the guy on when is he going to kill his wife in exchange for him killing his. Drawing a comparison with one of the scene in Buttons, Buttons met a lady in a hotel in Russia by chance. On a cold night, by chance, they both were at the hotel lobby, doing their own things. Deeper in the night, they began to chat with each other, talking and expressing their views. It maintained for a few nights where they continued to exchange their life stories, their regrets and opinions on various issues. For once, they opened their most intimate part of themselves to a another stranger, not even their closest seen this part of them. As such, a intimate bond was formed. And when the dawn breaks, they leave, exiting from each other's life as though as they had never stepped into before, acting as strangers once again. Nevertheless, part of their interventions and thoughts may influenced the other party and subsequently, resulted in a reaction. (At this point of time, I thought of butterfly effect. Honestly, it was not intended but it suddenly strike me.) And like all strangers, they too exit each other's life without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have watched too much movies and dramas but it did dawn on me on the fact that one, time can only move forward and we cannot undo the past; two, we all have regrets; three, are we going to do something to mend our regret or are we going to do something to forgo our regrets and move on. It's all about decisions and when we are older, sadly to say, there are more decisions to be made and hence, comes with more responsibilities and attachments, or perhaps, collateral damage (if it goes wrong). But why are we so afraid to so the wrong things and only hope for doing the right thing? Neither which I can explain as I am also stuck in this ideology and never seem near in getting out of it. I can only say, at times of regrets or looking back in the options you have made, some people just come too early, some people just come too late, simply too late. Nevertheless, it did make you turn the wrong turn but at least, there are still some lessons to be learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like strangers on the train, we are always bound to meet someone who will make an entry to your quiet life, make some influences to your life and thinking, then exit your life totally which sometime makes you wonder should I keep this person and prevent his/her exit or should I just let him/her go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all looking for another half to match our imperfect self. In the matter of fact, the other half may not be perfect as well. As such, we are accustomed to accommodate and tolerate. But how do you decide if this current shelf that you are holding matches the other shelf that you had already have? Shall we continue finding the other shelf which is more perfectly match than this or we are just fine with this current one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are just looking for soul mates. Someone whom you can talk to, express your thoughts and feelings, give you another open window to your view. For this, I guess, I don't mind come and go-ers for now. That's why there are friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to friends, my pals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only wishing you to have, "Happiness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7265155296656781809?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7265155296656781809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7265155296656781809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/02/strangers-on-train.html' title='Strangers on a train'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5302341845615929728</id><published>2009-02-20T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:13:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the series of unfortunate events cont (part 2)</title><content type='html'>THE SERIES of unfortunate events continue to spread it's unfortunate-ness today. Or perhaps I was lucky? Well, at least God never forgets to give me some help when I needed one. Thanks pals! Both work mates and school mate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running the first run of programme was challenging. It reminds me of nothing should be taken for granted. No matter how much one has prepared, something else might just cropped up and affect the whole programme. Nevertheless, I am still pretty much amazed by how the Ops teams can handle challenges. This is something which I did not have the experience but good to learn. Well, guess time will tell. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will blog something nice over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;And hope that my participants for my programme enjoy themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5302341845615929728?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5302341845615929728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5302341845615929728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/02/series-of-unfortunate-events-cont-part.html' title='the series of unfortunate events cont (part 2)'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-2836573893500748834</id><published>2009-02-19T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:39:50.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of unforunate events</title><content type='html'>MANAGED to watch "The curious case of benjamin buttons" while it is still screening. Like the show itself, I watched it under unusual circumstances. Yes, it was Valentine's Day when I watched it but... a series of unfortunate events happened prior to the show. Skipping the details aside, I managed to watch it with well, a whole new experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself was long, lasting for about 2.5 hours yet, I find that the show was pretty much engaging and I didn't realise how time flies. The story was about this young man, whose life was born the other way around. He was born as a dying old man, totally opposite, grew younger instead of older and he experienced life, the way it shouldn't be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the storyline and the acting was very much convincing, I was moved by the whole plot and my emotions raged. It was not unusual that my emotion rage but perhaps it was partly due to the series of unfortunate events. Nevertheless, the movie gave me some thoughts and insight on what's life. In fact, you will never know what is living until you die. So, I think it portrayed death as not an ending but a closure to life. One, which, you can manipulate through the things you do in your lifetime. Everyone dies. Therefore, there is nothing to be afraid of. The only thing whom one can be afraid of is, not to live your life to your fullest. That is, you never make a good use of your whole life to live. As such, it portrayed death as a certainty, one which can beautify one's worth of living through beauty and meaningful memories, a series of chapters where your next generations can view it like an open book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whom you have met in your life, are also, destined. It was such a coincidence that you have live in the same era, met and paths inter-crossed. People whom you met at the junction in life may have a life or death impact on your life. Such influences are only felt and not seen. How many life changing person have we met? For me, I really don't know. Guess, the time when I really know, will be the time I close my eyes for the last time and my heart began to beat more slowly than each time. Therefore, live life like never before, treasure it each and everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-2836573893500748834?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2836573893500748834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2836573893500748834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/02/series-of-unforunate-events.html' title='A series of unforunate events'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-2013679991024209459</id><published>2009-02-08T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:33:23.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts at 20s odd</title><content type='html'>IT'S STRANGE.. suddenly started to receive red bombs from people.. Actually, it's from my cousins, friends. They are not exactly the same age as me but then, nevertheless, still born in the same era as me. For a moment in my life, I realize that I wasn't young anymore. Perhaps, the next step should be the big WED. Unlike other girls who dream of big lavish and beautiful wedding, I actually dread wedding. It is not exactly scare of getting married. It's just, there are lots of responsibilities tied to it. The thought of another person sharing your life both excite and irritate me. Sometimes, when you felt lonely, you want someone to be there for you and support you. At other times, when you need a peace of mind, you are not spared. Well, I guess, it is hard to find someone who knows exactly what you want and walk in syn with you, side by side. Most of the time, the other party can only guess and do it by trial and error to test his/her limits. But nevertheless, there must be sometimes that he/she threaded on your toes, making you fell total irritated. I am at the crossroad now, thinking of whether the person standing beside me makes a big difference to my life or not, whether, I should continue the next phase of my life with this other person. It is not as if I never like or love him before, it is just that, this question, or rather, this answer of saying, " I do." do really need to consider carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting onto the next phase is different from the sweet phase. There isn't any responsibilities tied to the sweet relationship phase at all. Or perhaps, it's just a mixture of love chemistry and a bright spark of all these chemistry. But then, when it all grow long, it all boils down to whether the person sleeping next to you is the one whom you want and CAN live together for the next 10 or more years. Someone whom you care, love, and hopefully can accommodate and tolerate for the next donkey long years. It's not like I never talk to anyone regarding this issue before. Like I expected, most of them mentioned, I still have to make the decision myself. Well, and for now is, I still don't have any conclusion to that yet. Hopefully that someone is someone whom can give me appropriate freedom and attention at appropriate time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-2013679991024209459?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2013679991024209459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2013679991024209459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-thoughts-at-20s-odd.html' title='Some thoughts at 20s odd'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5461478478523293082</id><published>2009-02-05T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:31:26.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about my life</title><content type='html'>Termed Generation Z, the generation where individuals are tech savy, prefers to contact one another using chat rooms, MSN and email rather than face to face, believes that we are unique, have the empowerment of individuality and individualistic. We are highly connected, active consumers and are likely to enjoy lifestyle and material comfort. We are stepping into the society for the first time and yet, we are, being pushed into such a turbulent time. This is the first time we, face recession and hardship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we are born in good times back in the 80s or perhaps we are just used to the good time bubbles that our society try to embed us into. Nevertheless, this tsunami may be more serious than the Asian financial crisis or SARS in the recent past. Unlike the past, where we are still schooling and can afford to laze around and not think about any social issues and responsibilities, we can't really shun from it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a question, if we can't shun from it, what shall we do then? Perhaps it's because I have a slightly different situation to start with, I began to think about this issue seriously. Unlike most youngsters whose parents are still rather young and working, my dad is already at his retiring age. I often joked, if he has good fortune, he would be a grandpa by now already and I would have been a parent, a 30+ old kid by now, rather than a 20+ year old kid now. Therefore, at my current age, I may have to undertake the family and the sole bread winner of the family. This, is kind of troubling as, I just started work and I have yet to adjust to working life yet. And in times of turbulent, I am afraid, I may lost the job as well. Perhaps things are not as bad but then, it makes you think more about current issues and state of the economy. Also, you will find yourself using the calculator more often, not to calculate pie and Cos, Sin and Tangent, but about daily expenses and offseting budgets for everything we use in the house. I realize I began to plan for more things, and keeping more checks on spending. Well, I guess, that is part of growing up. And it's all hard, I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard is because I am, living a rather good life in the past when I was a student. Being born in a strict family where education values above everything, I was instilled with the idea of what I do is to just study. As such, monetary issues were taken care of. I just study and get good grades. As such, there are certain soft skills that I might miss out. There is also little emphasis on soft skills in schools and in education sector. Being educate in such an environment, are we prepared for the harsh society out there? I think we can still survive it. It's just that we just have to adapt to the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5461478478523293082?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5461478478523293082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5461478478523293082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-about-my-life.html' title='Thinking about my life'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-7677192798130314024</id><published>2009-01-06T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:46:23.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 --&gt; 2009</title><content type='html'>IT's been a long time since I write. It's so long that, to a certain extent, I felt that I have lost the ability to write. Alas, it's been a long dreadful year. From a student to a working adult, I guess, the road aren't easy. I never thought of I will be doing something which is not related to science. Not a least. Nevertheless, I think I still took the path of divergence. It's not something that is bad, truly. I just felt that it's like throwing something into the sea and never to retrieve back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently wrote a poem which inspired me to start writing again. If anyone realize, after I have changed my blog to a blogspot blog from my spaces, I have seldom write anything that is inspirational. To a writer, this is death itself. To a living person, that is life itself. I guess, most of us are busy with our own things, which induces us, the denial of time to read and write. Like all humans, I became lazy and refuse to lift my pen, or rather, lift my fingers to type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such a bleak time, with a job, although not a very high paying job, I guess, I am rather lucky already. 2008 is a confused year for me. With a rough start in the beginning and rocky in the middle, capped with a confusion at the end. Somehow or rather, managed to dash out somewhere. I guess my life shall start with this current path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollection&lt;br /&gt;Life's a blink&lt;br /&gt;in a twilight of time.&lt;br /&gt;Like shifting sand,&lt;br /&gt;moves in and out of thou hand.&lt;br /&gt;Neither can we capture&lt;br /&gt;nor we can hold.&lt;br /&gt;There we come to a standstill&lt;br /&gt;With options and paths&lt;br /&gt;with little time to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the correct choice,&lt;br /&gt;which is not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no answer in life itself,&lt;br /&gt;for which there is only exploration.&lt;br /&gt;If we never come to realization,&lt;br /&gt;we will never step out. &lt;br /&gt;If we never step out,&lt;br /&gt;we will not know.&lt;br /&gt;Thou not know,&lt;br /&gt;will not experience and will not gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not say I have made a right choice,&lt;br /&gt;for which, &lt;br /&gt;I can only say, I have stepped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only look back to learn from the past,&lt;br /&gt;never caged by it.&lt;br /&gt;If we failed to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;we can never move forward, &lt;br /&gt;where the future is - Step ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7677192798130314024?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7677192798130314024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7677192798130314024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-2009.html' title='2008 --&gt; 2009'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-7260547303646316141</id><published>2008-11-30T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:20:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/STI7xuPRhgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yEVNHQORqZc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/STI7xuPRhgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yEVNHQORqZc/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274343839015994882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/STI7xw1xoKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/NG_wiv6GEj0/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/STI7xw1xoKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/NG_wiv6GEj0/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274343839714353314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig up some old photos and did a review on the stuff we do last year.. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7260547303646316141?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7260547303646316141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7260547303646316141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/STI7xuPRhgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yEVNHQORqZc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-5271223777221417977</id><published>2008-10-11T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:37:04.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day @ Singtel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SO-DnL30k6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/X91LvBZULnQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SO-DnL30k6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/X91LvBZULnQ/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255563999389717410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the folks there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5271223777221417977?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5271223777221417977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5271223777221417977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-singtel.html' title='Last day @ Singtel'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SO-DnL30k6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/X91LvBZULnQ/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-1703825135888179277</id><published>2008-09-10T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:57:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out in Sept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SMaoGrwVP2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/8z-UjwI6Deo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SMaoGrwVP2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/8z-UjwI6Deo/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063648897646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SMaoGsHXRcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jX9ErkbvEbk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SMaoGsHXRcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jX9ErkbvEbk/s400/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063648994248130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SMaoGrpFBrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/G1bB3VGvPNU/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SMaoGrpFBrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/G1bB3VGvPNU/s400/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063648867223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say it with faces, it usually tells you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1703825135888179277?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1703825135888179277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1703825135888179277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-in-sept.html' title='Out in Sept'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SMaoGrwVP2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/8z-UjwI6Deo/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-7109835727624310280</id><published>2008-09-03T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:40:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life becomes complicated when you grow up</title><content type='html'>It meant to be true. And Yes, it is very true. It becomes complicated when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into a world of the grown ups can be quite challenging. It is akin to a baby taking its small step in the big society. We are still trying to understand the world as it is, and yet we are slapped by the reality of it. It is a harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stepped partially into the working world, we all view things differently. It is as though we are all put on shaded glasses and we tend to be very cautious on what we say and do. Nevertheless, we are still what we are, just that, we have all enclosed ourselves and put on a mask, a common mask that everyone in the work place put on. Welcome to the world of the grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of the grown ups, you will have to do things appropriately, say the words carefully, phrase your sentences cautiously. I am not saying that this is bad, it is just that, in the working life, everyone is literally breathing down each other's neck, as evident in the close proximity you have in office. When all the datelines drawn closer and more things to do, people will tend to be stress and reveal their stress side more often than usual and occasionally, the close proximity with another homo sapien may blow it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it will be good if one tries to maintain his/her posture when there is a conflict or disagreement. Take some time to cool down and calm down before responding to the conflict or disagreement. This will help to encourage critical thinking which is not influenced by pure emotions. It is always good to take an objective stand with a true solid unbasis reason to back up your point. If you are in the wrong, it will be honest to admit your mistake and offer your sincere apology and make an effort to learn from mistake. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7109835727624310280?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7109835727624310280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7109835727624310280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-becomes-complicated-when-you-grow.html' title='Life becomes complicated when you grow up'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-1720206822283667210</id><published>2008-08-16T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:53:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera fuzzy on 15 Aug 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun @ Singtel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLApEQOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tn0RSJGM3bY/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLApEQOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tn0RSJGM3bY/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235065320062075106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out with nui, meng, bel and obiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLa5AFTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-oPL7YFrhUk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLa5AFTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-oPL7YFrhUk/s400/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235065327108232498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dada! trying to be the official dai yan ren for ah chew dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLdeGvNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FWIK-LeydBg/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLdeGvNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FWIK-LeydBg/s400/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235065327800728786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Mt Faber in a different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLpGnq_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/0j-AoMj0sQg/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLpGnq_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/0j-AoMj0sQg/s400/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235065330923449330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it with faces. It usually tells you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1720206822283667210?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1720206822283667210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1720206822283667210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/08/camera-fuzzy-on-15-aug-2008.html' title='Camera fuzzy on 15 Aug 2008!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SKawLApEQOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tn0RSJGM3bY/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-2691022532575063308</id><published>2008-07-31T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:05:43.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the perfect through the imperfection</title><content type='html'>Being imperfect is the most perfect thing in life, I said. This may cause quite a number of heads to turn, asking, "Why?" Perhaps it is because we are too used to becoming perfect and forget the simple fact that none of us are indeed perfect. And that, I think, being imperfect is, perfect. Why do I say so? As mentioned, we are not perfect, either biological or physcially. We are born the way we are, encoded by our genes and not without limits. We are all born with limits, I say, human limits such as we cannot fly physically but this does not mean we can't fly without the help of machines. Ah har! Most of us cannot sprint 100m in 9s but if we train and try, we can. Because of imperfection, that is the reason why there are people who break the limits of humans and did the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we errorred. As human as we are, we are prone to errors and mistakes. But, this makes us learn from mistakes as we try to be perfect. Although we cannot be as perfect as a saint, at least we put in our best effort and many of us appreciates this kind of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, if everyone's perfect, this world will be imperfect. Why? This is because when everyone's perfect, no one will want to improve him or herself. Therefore, the world does not move on and improve as time goes by. Everything will be stagnant and nothing changes. As such, how can we make a breakthrough ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, why only look at your imperfect side and not learn to appreciate the imperfectness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-2691022532575063308?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2691022532575063308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2691022532575063308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/07/seeing-perfect-through-imperfection.html' title='Seeing the perfect through the imperfection'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-1241020605906609112</id><published>2008-07-24T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:52.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henderson Waves @ Mt Faber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SIdp-jy59CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pZHsE6bw0HU/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SIdp-jy59CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pZHsE6bw0HU/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226262416068310050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could see the sun set this way,&lt;br /&gt;in hues of orange and blue,&lt;br /&gt;with tinge of red.&lt;br /&gt;Am I in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait till the time stops,&lt;br /&gt;the river stops flowing.&lt;br /&gt;To catch a glimpse of you at the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;You're a beauty, so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1241020605906609112?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1241020605906609112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1241020605906609112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/07/henderson-waves-mt-faber.html' title='Henderson Waves @ Mt Faber'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SIdp-jy59CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pZHsE6bw0HU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-7372006003632253956</id><published>2008-07-24T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:53.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HK trip'/><title type='text'>The long awaited HK photos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SIdmK9tN5NI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vaWrPDfGuMI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SIdmK9tN5NI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vaWrPDfGuMI/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226258231135691986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let colours paint my world - say my life with pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7372006003632253956?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7372006003632253956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7372006003632253956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-awaited-hk-photos.html' title='The long awaited HK photos!!!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5131772455930736840?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5131772455930736840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5131772455930736840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/07/commencement-2008.html' title='Commencement 2008'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SIdVaoCW11I/AAAAAAAAAXI/-kLmsyYlLOM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-5620799118220470487</id><published>2008-07-02T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:46:51.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken from a friend's blog</title><content type='html'>好想找回&lt;br /&gt;最初的感觉&lt;br /&gt;不会迷失&lt;br /&gt;只是。。。&lt;br /&gt;需要一点的时间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lost?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5620799118220470487?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5620799118220470487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5620799118220470487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/07/taken-from-friends-blog.html' title='Taken from a friend&apos;s blog'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-7890966570746989937</id><published>2008-06-29T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:56:00.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>As the sun hungs high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;like a piece of broken music admend by verses of chords,&lt;br /&gt;we are who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Never as strong,&lt;br /&gt;yet never as fragile.&lt;br /&gt;As amazing as life it is,&lt;br /&gt;a small seed survive the harshness of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As small as a butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;like a baby coming out of his mother's womb,&lt;br /&gt;we are who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Never as tough,&lt;br /&gt;yet never give up.&lt;br /&gt;As mazing as life it is,&lt;br /&gt;its small wings flutter in the cold wind,&lt;br /&gt;against all odds and difficulty,&lt;br /&gt;as much as it wanted to spread its wings,&lt;br /&gt;it is being forced against the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faced.&lt;br /&gt;It endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all survive and grow in adverse of challenges of difficults.&lt;br /&gt;Like soil to a plant,&lt;br /&gt;they are essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all shaped by the challengers we faced.&lt;br /&gt;A life of challengers.&lt;br /&gt;Without it,&lt;br /&gt;it will not be exciting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never try, we never know.&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning is the start of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7890966570746989937?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7890966570746989937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7890966570746989937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-1591982079400463108</id><published>2008-06-11T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:36:17.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevertheless, I am still LOST.</title><content type='html'>Dear Dairy,&lt;br /&gt;I should feel happy when I know that I have graduated. But alas, I think till now, I still can't come into terms with it. Neither am I happy nor am I sad about it. It is just that, there is a tinge of regard that tags along with it. I regret that I did not put in much effort into it, I regret this, regret that. No matter how much I tell myself, it's ok, it will get by.. It seems, nothing get into my head. Everyone was telling me just move on.. but then again, how can you move on without the regrets without solving the root of the problem? I just feel very rot, very very aimless. All I want in my life was to become a scientific researcher. Now, I even have problems getting on. Business is really not my type of tea but now, it seems I have no choice. I never been so disappointed with myself in my life. Such a failure. Such a damp. That kind of feeling is worst than scoring a F in my "A" levels prelims. At least then, I have a aim to myself, which is to go into uni. Now, I barely have an aim. I don't even know what I want! Everyone has a transition phase to go under. It is just that, for now, I have a difficulty to over come it and I just don't know how to put across it. I know everyone who graduated are still finding jobs and this phase is normal. It is just that I really feel very lost? Perhaps I shouldn't grumble much about it and just take it? Should I discuss this with my friends, most prob many of them will think I try to make things out of nothing... saying, why am I so emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone just show me the light somewhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1591982079400463108?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1591982079400463108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1591982079400463108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/06/nevertheless-i-am-still-lost.html' title='Nevertheless, I am still LOST.'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-4981159125083047176</id><published>2008-05-03T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:57:14.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>Food for thought: on Education</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To prepare him for the future life means to give him command of  himself; it means so to train him that he will have the full and ready use of  all his capacities; that his eye and ear and hand may be tools ready to command,  that his judgment may be capable of grasping the conditions under which it has  to work,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adapted from John's Dewey, "my pedoggic creed: article 1 - what education is"&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.infed.org/archives/e-texts/e-dew-pc.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is adapted from John's Dewey's famous declaration concerning education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts: Perhaps, it will be better for us to learn how to feed for yourselves, instead of being spoon fed. Although this will encourage children to learn how to think for themselves and to find solutions out for themselves, truly learning about how to maximise his resources and thinking abilities, together with his capabilities, he might lost out on the several numbers in the grading system. Then, my question would be, if you are able to produce a society full of people who only knows how to achieve the final result and not known of the process that comes to it, is it that the same as kids who does not know chicken meat comes from an animal, which is the chicken? I have heard of a story that some children who are living in modern society did not know that the chicken meat we consumed came from the animal chicken. At times, are we too focus on the end results on that piece of paper and simply forgotten that we too, have to appreciate the process as well? It may not occur to many people that this could be important. As a matter of fact, it can jolly well be pretty and very important. At some point in time, if we do not emphasis on the importance of the process of learning, we may also kill the interest and passion of a curious child, simply who just want to follow his instinct, try on several things and learn through these trial and error processes. Otherwise, we have simply modeled and create human beings who will just follow formulas and have problem in thinking out of the box and are afraid of failures. Why not just let our students get their hands dirty on classroom experiments and household experiment, letting our children and perhaps, the adults have some fun in for instance, extracting our own DNA using common household appliances, learning the basis of science through exploration?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4981159125083047176?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4981159125083047176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4981159125083047176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/05/food-for-thoughts.html' title='Food for thought: on Education'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5392762534018533438</id><published>2008-05-02T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:55.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam period with Mayday!!!</title><content type='html'>The first thing I wanna to say is, I finally passed my basic theory test, erm, on the second attempt. haha. ok, I know what you guys want to say.. ya la.. i jialat la.. only been able to pass on the second attempt. hee hee. but i dun care. pass jiu hao le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1XLx3zVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pW5W-J6DK8I/s1600-h/P4101499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195453423796342098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1XLx3zVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pW5W-J6DK8I/s200/P4101499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, I spend my days studying for the exams and end up looking pretty much like opink below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1Xrx3zWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NlWpYv2s-aY/s1600-h/P4191519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195453432386276706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1Xrx3zWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NlWpYv2s-aY/s200/P4191519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok. After my first paper, I went to watch mayday concert with my cousin!!! yeah!! it is great!!! I can see them so close for the first time!!! =) happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1Ybx3zXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fCyGxPFYdiE/s1600-h/P4261531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195453445271178610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1Ybx3zXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fCyGxPFYdiE/s200/P4261531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1Y7x3zYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ahlr_bhNgm4/s1600-h/P4261543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195453453861113218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1Y7x3zYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ahlr_bhNgm4/s200/P4261543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I mugged for the rest of the days and then, finally get to have a rest on 30 april. Mason and I went to watch Ironman!!! it is so nice.. then, we saw the Wall.E trailer by pixar!!! Wall.E is so cute... I think he's my fav for the moment.. sorry mason.. haha.. Wall.E is cuter!!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn6Urx3zaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4on0a-zLWJQ/s1600-h/P5011574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195458878404808098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn6Urx3zaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4on0a-zLWJQ/s200/P5011574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UblUO0LjPUg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UblUO0LjPUg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-5392762534018533438?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5392762534018533438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5392762534018533438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-period-with-mayday.html' title='Exam period with Mayday!!!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/SBn1XLx3zVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pW5W-J6DK8I/s72-c/P4101499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-6833030834393507997</id><published>2008-04-25T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:02:28.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lsm3242'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lab tech'/><title type='text'>ELISPOT</title><content type='html'>ELISPOT is a very useful technique derived from ELISA, with an even more powerful detection power as compared to ELISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXet7c0mLlA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXet7c0mLlA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-6833030834393507997?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6833030834393507997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6833030834393507997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/elispot.html' title='ELISPOT'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-8498373151256688586</id><published>2008-04-25T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:55:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Zhang's song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPeI4AULcvw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPeI4AULcvw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song, have put it up to share =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-8498373151256688586?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8498373151256688586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8498373151256688586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/angela-zhangs-song.html' title='Angela Zhang&apos;s song...'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-4870644293881143336</id><published>2008-04-23T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:05:01.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sess'/><title type='text'>Meet up with Yiting and Aina</title><content type='html'>I met two groups of people on one single day yesterday. One group is my YZPS friends, the other is my Sess friends, yiting and aina. So glad we met up! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank for listening to all my woes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Finding back myself is such a difficult task but I will do it, as promise. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself is the most beautiful thing on the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4870644293881143336?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4870644293881143336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4870644293881143336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-up-with-yiting-and-aina.html' title='Meet up with Yiting and Aina'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-6050439061974862821</id><published>2008-04-22T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:53:43.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YZPS'/><title type='text'>Meet up with Liwei and Huiping</title><content type='html'>Finally after I-forget-how long it is, I finally meet up with Liwei and Huiping from the YZPS batch! I met them for lunch today, talked quite a bit of stuff, only to realise that, we have known each other for like, 10 years already. Ever since I have moved out of Serangoon, I have seldom keep in touch with them. I guess it's due to the busy studying life and differences in schedules. But nevertheless, I'm so glad they did call me out for a meet up. It was truly wonderful. erh.. I brought camera there but we forget to take photos.. We must take photos with meisiang n shirley next time ok! Yeah.. I will save $$ for the aust trip we discuss.. hee hee.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing YZPS gang.&lt;br /&gt;Miss the Life then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-6050439061974862821?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6050439061974862821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6050439061974862821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-up-with-liwei-and-huiping.html' title='Meet up with Liwei and Huiping'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-1094706549958944142</id><published>2008-04-13T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:36:47.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NUS friends'/><title type='text'>Special thanks to Kailin!!!</title><content type='html'>kailin said...&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ivy and Jiafa!可以点梦飞船的“守护星”吗？还有，可以在大概 10 / 10:10 PM 左右播吗？:)　现在我们应该是在回家的路上(因为每个星期五晚上10点才下课...)所以希望可以安排在10点过后听到这首歌。想对我一个朋友说：我忍你很久了！为什么你这样三八？！非常 "beachy" lor! 为什么你这样好色？！真的是名副其实的“色婆婆”！还有，你可以不要这样暴力吗？很讨厌你啦！对啦就是说你！SANDY TANG 邓佩诗！你没有想到有这一天吧，会在933听到你的名字，而且被人骂！知道为什么吗？因为明天是你的22岁生日啦！Hahaha!不要杀我..还有要小心开车 hor..(我们现在应该是在你的车里）哈哈~希望这个算是一个惊喜, 因为你说过你很想听这首歌，而且找了很久，但是找不到...想必应该只有在‘经典歌曲９连环’才可以听到吧～所以希望可以听到这首歌！希望你可以天天快乐，梦想成真！另外也想把歌点给我的好朋友: TJC 25/03 的Wanni, Qingling, Annabel, Huimin, Eleen；NUS 的 "Pinky" Amanda 王心凌(你唱歌是超棒的！), Mei Ching, Shannon, Stella, Ivy, Shao Xiong, Su Wen, Jimmy, Alan, Regina, Michelle; 一起volunteer 的xinling, Peixuan, Cui Hua, Tingsoon, Andy, Junjie, Yinghao...希望没有漏掉任何人！祝所有工作的人工作愉快，读书的人们就继续努力!最后点给 933 的 DJs, 谢谢你们,也希望你们工作愉快！:)--凯琳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on Sandy's blog.. Happy Birthday Sandy!&lt;br /&gt;It's very sweet of Kailin!!! Thanks for remembering us!!! We must come out after exams to meet up with each other!!! Crazy shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1094706549958944142?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1094706549958944142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1094706549958944142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-thanks-to-kailin.html' title='Special thanks to Kailin!!!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-6572828065840095555</id><published>2008-04-07T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took this by accident... and I luv it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_oA3u4nejI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IsHlHcR79oQ/s1600-h/P4071484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186458878348851762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_oA3u4nejI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IsHlHcR79oQ/s320/P4071484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I accidentally took this photo while playing with my camera. Gosh! I just love the effects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-6572828065840095555?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6572828065840095555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6572828065840095555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-took-this-by-accident-and-i-luv-it.html' title='I took this by accident... and I luv it!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_oA3u4nejI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IsHlHcR79oQ/s72-c/P4071484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-2805922449087979438</id><published>2008-04-06T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:56.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SeSS memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_jH0O4neiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ixyZrZvtuJ0/s1600-h/P4041417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186114671079815714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_jH0O4neiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ixyZrZvtuJ0/s320/P4041417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_i6V-4nehI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tizaLC2IwzQ/s1600-h/P4041414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186099857737611794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_i6V-4nehI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tizaLC2IwzQ/s320/P4041414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_i6Au4negI/AAAAAAAAAVI/oqmSuCnu5LU/s1600-h/P4041411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186099492665391618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_i6Au4negI/AAAAAAAAAVI/oqmSuCnu5LU/s320/P4041411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_i5Ve4nefI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2lnCYnyyszs/s1600-h/P4041406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186098749636049394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_i5Ve4nefI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2lnCYnyyszs/s320/P4041406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-2805922449087979438?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2805922449087979438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/2805922449087979438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/sess-memories.html' title='SeSS memories'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/R_jH0O4neiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ixyZrZvtuJ0/s72-c/P4041417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-1052620243606240199</id><published>2008-04-06T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:13:11.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sess'/><title type='text'>A direction in life</title><content type='html'>Finding direction in life is hard, or it is so not as easy as it seems. Uncle told me that he reached his quarter year crisis sometimes back and I thought that perhaps only he is the only one that has this problem. Little do I know that, a few months later, I have the some problems as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not written ever since a long lost time. As I went to JC, then uni, it seems that I have lost my creativity and my ability to write and paint. As mentioned. If thee who frequent my blog will know, I used to write a lot. I think I get tired. mentally. I was reading Ying Heng's blog and found a nice little blog stuck somewhere in his archive section, something about change and stuff about stepping into a new phase of life. Also, I went to Sess 10th year anniversary. It's been so long that I think I began gradually neglect my brain and did not bring it out. And thus, I shall now, bring my rusty brain out to dust it, try to work on it and be, perhaps, a little bit faster on things. And, I will need to get my priorities right and, I want to shout it out, "You are not a threat to me anymore!" I will get hold on myself and do the things I always wanted, my passions, my likings. CAn someone please shout this to me? "Hello Suwen! Please! Grab hold of yourself! Inspire! Achieve your dreams. Live to tell me about it!" I will need the passion, the dive, the emo and the support! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a straight road when you are young. People tell you what to do, then you do. There is always solution to a problem. Things are often in white or black and there are no, sort of grey areas. Once you are older, things changes. Nevertheless, we are older too, supposingly know how to think and fend for ourselves. I miss those days - in secondary, in JC. I miss you too. It's been a long time, very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE flower blossoms on the tree&lt;br /&gt;Never did its gradiance gain any more time than it should&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it fell.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, as burried as she was,&lt;br /&gt;she fails to shout out the things she could.&lt;br /&gt;I walked by 10 years down the road,&lt;br /&gt;back on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know it holds so much memory&lt;br /&gt;and now, a new shoot grows out of the spot.&lt;br /&gt;For now, a new friendship begins&lt;br /&gt;to a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-1052620243606240199?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1052620243606240199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/1052620243606240199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/04/direction-in-life.html' title='A direction in life'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-8785362128552727245</id><published>2008-03-30T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:58.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A recall..</title><content type='html'>It's nearly been a year every since I accidentally change my image. Let me see, I think I still have my long hair at this point in time, one year ago. So, just for those who have known me recently, I recap for you guys ok!&lt;br /&gt;2005 and beyond: (ask me for my student pass!) haha...&lt;br /&gt;2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YUe4neYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tmAxrA6uEpo/s1600-h/HPIM1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YUe4neYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tmAxrA6uEpo/s320/HPIM1547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183529173782067586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YU-4neZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gvqgMqt_gc0/s1600-h/P1060197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YU-4neZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gvqgMqt_gc0/s320/P1060197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183529182372002194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YU-4neaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SHFFTH5SQ1A/s1600-h/HPIM3224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YU-4neaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SHFFTH5SQ1A/s320/HPIM3224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183529182372002210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--ZDu4neeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0Qf6mbH99JA/s1600-h/HPIM3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--ZDu4neeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0Qf6mbH99JA/s320/HPIM3442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183529985530886626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YVO4nebI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-ueYc22W8SU/s1600-h/P3221363a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YVO4nebI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-ueYc22W8SU/s320/P3221363a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183529186666969522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YVu4necI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cmpcim3LzaE/s1600-h/P2241086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YVu4necI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cmpcim3LzaE/s320/P2241086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183529195256904130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did change physically. And to a large extent, part of me is being lost here. It is perhaps, when we grow older, we get involved in the world, where everything is grey. Recently, I do encounter some incidents that marks the beginning of the greyish world that we are living in. As usual, I am not quite adapted to this change and collapsed a few times. There are a few helping hands, fortunately and I really do appreciate that they are there. Kodus to those who help when someone is in distress. Thank you! =) Nevertheless, I feel rather tired of this world once again. Or perhaps it was not as rosy as I tried to picture it to be. But there is no point trying to be the person who just stand by the world and comment that everything is wrong. Neither can I sit back, relax and not care about anything or anyone. I am not sadist here but I am just putting down what I feel in words. It has been a long time ever since I have put up a good blog. A blog truly about myself, my thinking, my words. Alas. It is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason why I blog this is because of Sess 10th year anniversary. It makes me think back a lot on the days that we used to live in my secondary school. Imagine the passion, the drive to strive, serve and soar. When did I forget this motto already? It must have been Time. It must have store parts of what I believe in somewhere, which makes me lost my smiles, my beliefs, my drive, my passion away. Never would I let myself wallow in self despair and self pity, never would I let myself sit down here and complain about everything under the sun and not doing anything to salvage it. Never! I will not let the world suck out all my passion, energy and drive, sculpturing me as an empty robot, only to obey orders and see the world going. I am going to strike all out. All the way to my dreams, passion, sky high! I want to show all thee that I can make it. Beyond the wall of restrictions and dullness, it is the world of passion, drive and imagination make possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not adhere to restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to tell me that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I will not rotate around the world like parasite.&lt;br /&gt;The world will come to my feet as if I'm the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the drive to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Suwen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-8785362128552727245?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8785362128552727245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8785362128552727245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/03/becoming-more-and-more-ai-mei.html' title='A recall..'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/R--YUe4neYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tmAxrA6uEpo/s72-c/HPIM1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-278505875195974926</id><published>2008-03-29T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:51:52.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisements'/><title type='text'>Got milk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyplace.org/stream.php?id=6858"&gt;&lt;img height="170" alt="Funny video on Funnyplace.org - Pig" src="http://www.funnyplace.org/videos/5504-v.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  (Press picture to link to video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Milk? is an American advertising campaign encouraging the purchase of cow's milk. It has been running since October 1993. The campaign is credited with putting life back into milk sales nationwide after a 20-year slump.The ads would typically feature people in various situations involving dry or sticky foods and treats such as peanut butter. The person then finds himself in an uncomfortable situation due to a full mouth and no milk to wash it down. At the end of the commercial the character would look sadly to the camera and boldly displayed would be the words, "Got Milk?".&lt;br /&gt;(Source: &lt;a href="http://www.funnyplace.org/"&gt;http://www.funnyplace.org/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find this advertisement a bit no link with children and milk but nevertheless, I give it a try and it is kinda humorous in the end, saying that calcated milk can reduce pre-menstrual symptoms. So, ladies, where's my milk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-278505875195974926?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/278505875195974926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/278505875195974926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-milk.html' title='Got milk?'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-5342327468891654869</id><published>2008-03-23T18:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:09:01.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good jap food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast'/><title type='text'>Food feast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again, we are good at it again! ahhaha. This time, we got hook up on Ichiban boshi where we, dine, eat and dine, eat and all the most, feast!!! So, let the feast begins! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macro array of food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxf-4neKI/AAAAAAAAASY/2cAJ0Zhnyb0/s1600-h/P1040876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180882846862506146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxf-4neKI/AAAAAAAAASY/2cAJ0Zhnyb0/s320/P1040876.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;soft shell crab &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-YxgO4neLI/AAAAAAAAASg/6p9OvbvdoJU/s1600-h/P1040873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180882851157473458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-YxgO4neLI/AAAAAAAAASg/6p9OvbvdoJU/s320/P1040873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sushi..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxge4neMI/AAAAAAAAASo/7vNkK5OrBNU/s1600-h/P1040909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180882855452440770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxge4neMI/AAAAAAAAASo/7vNkK5OrBNU/s320/P1040909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more sushi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxgu4neNI/AAAAAAAAASw/gxJrhdZWvTo/s1600-h/P3221319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180882859747408082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxgu4neNI/AAAAAAAAASw/gxJrhdZWvTo/s320/P3221319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see how many plates we all finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxg-4neOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YUpSjtohVMk/s1600-h/P3221320a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180882864042375394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxg-4neOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YUpSjtohVMk/s320/P3221320a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spectrum of food advisors: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy-O4nePI/AAAAAAAAATA/-PKoKWoFTEQ/s1600-h/P3221289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180884466065176818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy-O4nePI/AAAAAAAAATA/-PKoKWoFTEQ/s320/P3221289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy-e4neQI/AAAAAAAAATI/5NKmsRqY_Tc/s1600-h/P3221310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180884470360144130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy-e4neQI/AAAAAAAAATI/5NKmsRqY_Tc/s320/P3221310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy-u4neRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/p16N27plTO0/s1600-h/P3221338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180884474655111442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy-u4neRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/p16N27plTO0/s320/P3221338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy--4neSI/AAAAAAAAATY/8op7-80BfUI/s1600-h/P3221364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180884478950078754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy--4neSI/AAAAAAAAATY/8op7-80BfUI/s320/P3221364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, and no, we are not pole dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy_O4neTI/AAAAAAAAATg/CwfN7KlhCLU/s1600-h/P3221362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180884483245046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yy_O4neTI/AAAAAAAAATg/CwfN7KlhCLU/s320/P3221362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why is mason doing here again? ahhaa.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More food and desserts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0eO4neUI/AAAAAAAAATo/AIy0GNli9rw/s1600-h/P3221351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180886115332618562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0eO4neUI/AAAAAAAAATo/AIy0GNli9rw/s320/P3221351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0ee4neVI/AAAAAAAAATw/4MFSJtJ9oVQ/s1600-h/P3221356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180886119627585874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0ee4neVI/AAAAAAAAATw/4MFSJtJ9oVQ/s320/P3221356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0eu4neWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kZIhwIbA3UU/s1600-h/P3221357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180886123922553186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0eu4neWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kZIhwIbA3UU/s320/P3221357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0e-4neXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vyJxSm-ea7Y/s1600-h/P3221350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180886128217520498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Y0e-4neXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vyJxSm-ea7Y/s320/P3221350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/200588515551123505-5342327468891654869?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5342327468891654869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/5342327468891654869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/03/food-feast.html' title='Food feast!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/R-Yxf-4neKI/AAAAAAAAASY/2cAJ0Zhnyb0/s72-c/P1040876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-6796832171879853647</id><published>2008-03-20T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:18:05.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a unicorn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 426px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 0pt 5px; background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="padding: 3px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What mythical beast are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/laur/1038585119_topUnicorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a unicorn. You're very pure and innocent. Almost everyone loves you and you love almost everyone. You may be naive to the point of gullibility. You're pretty much incapable of violence, the exception being when someone you love is threatened. While your intentions are nothing but good, some might call you a "straight-edger." Your alignment is EXTREMELY *good*.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/laur/quizzes/What+mythical+beast+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding: 2px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/laur/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=16565"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-6796832171879853647?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6796832171879853647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/6796832171879853647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-unicorn.html' title='I&apos;m a unicorn!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-8455629948161068884</id><published>2008-03-09T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:37:46.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia N82 commercial'/><title type='text'>Nokia N82 commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4i5NttcRuU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4i5NttcRuU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally like this ad very much. I think it is out of the blue, classic, strange yet enchanting.. It catches your attention, or at least, it catches mine. =) enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-8455629948161068884?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8455629948161068884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8455629948161068884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/03/nokia-n82-commericial.html' title='Nokia N82 commercial'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-200588515551123505.post-7352195952801277029</id><published>2008-03-08T13:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:09:01.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NUS admissions'/><title type='text'>NTU promoting bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R9IxyEes_JI/AAAAAAAAARA/baCUD_kBqrA/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175253658067860626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R9IxyEes_JI/AAAAAAAAARA/baCUD_kBqrA/s320/DSC01001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;REmember&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nokia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sponsered&lt;/span&gt; bus traveling around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;? The red lounge bus with red and white interior? Now, the bus has been changed to a blue and white interior to promote the school of biological science, physics and mathematics of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;. With the release of A level results on last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, many tertiary schools had began their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;advertsing&lt;/span&gt; scheme. All except NUS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps I should be more justified in my words. I meant, all except NUS, put up a great show and advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;compliment&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NTU's&lt;/span&gt; good efforts in trying to advertise their new school of biological science, physics and mathematics. It is a very eye catchy ad. Plus, they only put the bus with routes that travel along the major schools, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HCJC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NJC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CJC&lt;/span&gt; plus other polytechnics. Also, this bus, 151 happens to travel along NUS as well. So, I was happened to be in the 151 bus in NUS with the advertisement of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;. If I am a recently graduated A level student, I might think that, " Hey dude, are you making the right choice? Or shall I choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; instead?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second incident came after the eye catchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; ad was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt; ads in TODAY newspapers. Well, I like the ads as they are firstly, personal, secondly, welcoming. Their ads basically is very simple, they have this dean and student taking photos together. Though simple, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;protray&lt;/span&gt; a good sense of belonging to the school and the feeling that they give is that the school does welcome you! And hey, you are there thinking, what is NUS doing then? Behold and be amazed, the next page of the newspaper is an ad from, not NUS but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;! So, you are thinking, where is NUS? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. So, I turned to the next page and saw NUS ad. To my utter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dissapointment&lt;/span&gt;, the ad was from Law Faculty. It shows the turmoil picture with some wordings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. So, where is the rest of the faculty? I meant, we used to have a very good slogon which is, " That's the difference between, Nus", which is catchy enough.. Where is it now then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the NUS that I used to believe in gone now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7352195952801277029?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7352195952801277029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7352195952801277029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/03/ntu-promoting-bus.html' title='NTU promoting bus'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/R9IxyEes_JI/AAAAAAAAARA/baCUD_kBqrA/s72-c/DSC01001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-8409960529522167511</id><published>2008-03-02T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:09:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are on Vogue!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R8pxWr-M4wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Nfm5fb1zpRM/s1600-h/P3021116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173071756563112706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R8pxWr-M4wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Nfm5fb1zpRM/s400/P3021116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-8409960529522167511?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8409960529522167511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/8409960529522167511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-on-vogue.html' title='We are on Vogue!!!'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/R8pxWr-M4wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Nfm5fb1zpRM/s72-c/P3021116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-7579932279829700818</id><published>2007-12-24T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:09:05.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Date with nui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Date with nui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XtkqpL3I/AAAAAAAAALw/JjGVUCalsGc/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XtkqpL3I/AAAAAAAAALw/JjGVUCalsGc/s320/DSC00897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147218233323499378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meeting with nui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26ZnkqpL9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/M6GjknHskp8/s1600-h/P1040156_750x498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26ZnkqpL9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/M6GjknHskp8/s320/P1040156_750x498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147220329267539922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orchard night view!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26ZnkqpL8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/MhY-5jnWmY8/s1600-h/P1040154_750x498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26ZnkqpL8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/MhY-5jnWmY8/s320/P1040154_750x498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147220329267539906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snow flakes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XukqpL7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gJs5jtiNpXs/s1600-h/P1040157_750x498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XukqpL7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gJs5jtiNpXs/s320/P1040157_750x498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147218250503368626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eating sushi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26Xt0qpL4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/U-9gN39b078/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26Xt0qpL4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/U-9gN39b078/s320/DSC00899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147218237618466690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the artistic nui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XuUqpL6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FdFAEwPY-Bc/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XuUqpL6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FdFAEwPY-Bc/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147218246208401314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;softshell crab!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XuEqpL5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/D94XqbvXUfk/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XuEqpL5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/D94XqbvXUfk/s320/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147218241913434002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the other sushi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26Zn0qpL-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jNTU5P_b2uw/s1600-h/P1040166_750x498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26Zn0qpL-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jNTU5P_b2uw/s320/P1040166_750x498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147220333562507234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night view.. although still very blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26Zn0qpL_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/0A7EBEksGQg/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26Zn0qpL_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/0A7EBEksGQg/s320/DSC00907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147220333562507250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg!!! A hello Kitty hot plate!!!!!!!! so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26ZokqpMAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8ONsVyiWM2E/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26ZokqpMAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8ONsVyiWM2E/s320/DSC00913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147220346447409154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eating again.. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a1kqpMBI/AAAAAAAAANA/2CYyFeRjzpE/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a1kqpMBI/AAAAAAAAANA/2CYyFeRjzpE/s320/DSC00909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147221669297336338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a10qpMCI/AAAAAAAAANI/-KiMdqmBNnM/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a10qpMCI/AAAAAAAAANI/-KiMdqmBNnM/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147221673592303650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the one and only... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a2EqpMDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IpBlUVF2tK8/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a2EqpMDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IpBlUVF2tK8/s320/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147221677887270962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see fish fish.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a2UqpMEI/AAAAAAAAANY/aljYhHe5PQ8/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a2UqpMEI/AAAAAAAAANY/aljYhHe5PQ8/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147221682182238274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there is a black fish camouflage near the branch. have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a2kqpMFI/AAAAAAAAANg/yp_18rNhVQs/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26a2kqpMFI/AAAAAAAAANg/yp_18rNhVQs/s320/DSC00917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147221686477205586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;help!!! Flooding!! we are swimming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha.. what a day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7579932279829700818?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7579932279829700818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7579932279829700818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2007/12/date-with-nui.html' title='Date with nui...'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/R26XtkqpL3I/AAAAAAAAALw/JjGVUCalsGc/s72-c/DSC00897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-7925201715433305150</id><published>2007-11-12T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:09:06.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myolie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bosco'/><title type='text'>Myolie Wu and Bosco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myolie Wu and Bosco promotional photoshoot for Mona Lisa gallery... Nice nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgfDZOoh_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1lT7ah4d5TE/s1600-h/normal_monalisa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgfDZOoh_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1lT7ah4d5TE/s320/normal_monalisa7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131885918561011698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetJOoh6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tCD5KSTxMJA/s1600-h/normal_monalisa13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetJOoh6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tCD5KSTxMJA/s320/normal_monalisa13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131885536308922274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetJOoh7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/xCNVeXSeQVA/s1600-h/normal_monalisa14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetJOoh7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/xCNVeXSeQVA/s320/normal_monalisa14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131885536308922290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetZOoh8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ae5dHGlD51w/s1600-h/normal_monalisa21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetZOoh8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ae5dHGlD51w/s320/normal_monalisa21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131885540603889602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetZOoh9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/v8Xorv29gBQ/s1600-h/normal_monalisa26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetZOoh9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/v8Xorv29gBQ/s320/normal_monalisa26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131885540603889618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetpOoh-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/eI9KHHfqWNI/s1600-h/normal_monalisa27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgetpOoh-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/eI9KHHfqWNI/s320/normal_monalisa27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131885544898856930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-7925201715433305150?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7925201715433305150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/7925201715433305150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2007/11/myolie-wu-and-bosco.html' title='Myolie Wu and Bosco'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/RzgfDZOoh_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1lT7ah4d5TE/s72-c/normal_monalisa7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200588515551123505.post-4647239603403013797</id><published>2007-09-30T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:09:08.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chek Jawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chek Jawa on the 28 Sept 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was conned by Kok Sheng to help out in his research.. haha.. =) kenna con but it is an enjoyable time!!! I have never been to Chek Jawa before and was lured to this con trap by the promise of a free guided trip to Chek Jawa. haha.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More details on Kok Sheng's project can be found on:  http://cjproject.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5phfouK7mE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tmddooEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LipcbkTQ5sk/s1600-h/P1080953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tmddooEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LipcbkTQ5sk/s200/P1080953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115857840483377218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo.. from afternoon to dusk we worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tmtdooFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/io3fryaHtko/s1600-h/HPIM4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tmtdooFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/io3fryaHtko/s200/HPIM4109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115857844778344530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to pulau ubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tm9dooGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LPrzfzcPANE/s1600-h/HPIM4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tm9dooGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LPrzfzcPANE/s200/HPIM4130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115857849073311842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the transect line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tm9dooHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nAJDouE7PCo/s1600-h/HPIM4131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tm9dooHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nAJDouE7PCo/s200/HPIM4131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115857849073311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;framing Robyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tnNdooII/AAAAAAAAAGM/aApniac9JR0/s1600-h/HPIM4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tnNdooII/AAAAAAAAAGM/aApniac9JR0/s200/HPIM4134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115857853368279170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunset @ Chek Jawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8udddooKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/skMSFGgQu9Q/s1600-h/HPIM4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8udddooKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/skMSFGgQu9Q/s200/HPIM4142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115858785376182434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;starfish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8udddooLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/G_NOu9MzmLE/s1600-h/HPIM4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8udddooLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/G_NOu9MzmLE/s200/HPIM4148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115858785376182450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sunset!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8w79dooNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LZWVXwRMkLo/s1600-h/HPIM4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8w79dooNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LZWVXwRMkLo/s200/HPIM4147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115861508385448146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was told it was a sea cucumber and it squirt water @ me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200588515551123505-4647239603403013797?l=kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4647239603403013797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200588515551123505/posts/default/4647239603403013797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinkimoonwen.blogspot.com/2007/09/chek-jawa.html' title='Chek Jawa'/><author><name>limsuwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5RE-DekbpMc/Rv8tmddooEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LipcbkTQ5sk/s72-c/P1080953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
