<?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-19545016</id><updated>2012-01-10T22:45:21.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace My Past</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-8163506769208659719</id><published>2008-07-26T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:30:35.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spidey is back~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;testing...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-8163506769208659719?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/8163506769208659719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=8163506769208659719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/8163506769208659719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/8163506769208659719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2008/07/spidey-is-back.html' title='Spidey is back~'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-6778892448201764990</id><published>2007-06-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:11:54.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>1) I am deeply in love at this moment. It is hard to wonder how we fell in love so instantly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My mind can never be put to rest. I pray that it wont suffer from any brain damage in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It is my dream to have my own family. It need not be a big one, but happiness must exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am eyeing a new unit of Xbox360. Saving hard to get one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am expecting a change in my job scope. It may more demanding, but could prove to be an eye -opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have lost some good friends, but there are others who makes me treasure their friendship even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My mum is closest to me. It is saddening that she is hearing impaired and I hope to do more for her to repay her love for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-6778892448201764990?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/6778892448201764990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=6778892448201764990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/6778892448201764990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/6778892448201764990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-2059151690896594049</id><published>2007-05-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:44:58.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat is On</title><content type='html'>I wonder how is everyone doing? Thanks for Dalicia's wild guess that I will be hitched. But, there is still no special lady who has surfaced. My colleagues are more anxious to source for my potential gfs though. Since my last posting, I have not met more than 5 different people for any dates nor gatherings. Everyday is either work or home. Has the interest of knowing more people declined? Even my frens never know what I am thinking or they perceive that I am the guy whom will solve any problems steadily. How I wish for that someone who I can speak my heart out to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a movie named "Hitch" by Will Smith today. He was hurted deeply by his first love and decided to be a love consultant to help those seeking true love. But, another lady whom he loved assumed that he was helping guys to cheat ladies. Working as a columnist, she published about his occupation to create awareness among ladies. Little does she knows that he only helps guys by making them realised that their true love is within their grasp using their sincerity. I have encountered many relationships around me. Some couples are easily attracted to each other, while the others put in so much effort to make things work. I missed out on one chance a long time ago, which made me believe so much in fate. Although that lady knows my intentions now, we cant change our present. If I had made that move, probably things would be better. Nevertheless, she has become my morale support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work appraisal is approaching, as well as my mid year exams. I hope my recent project work could get me a better appraisal. Getting my 1st increment in this current job would make all my hard work worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-2059151690896594049?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/2059151690896594049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=2059151690896594049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2059151690896594049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2059151690896594049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/05/heat-is-on.html' title='The Heat is On'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-2527062796920424609</id><published>2007-03-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:26:12.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>Time really flies... It is a month since I last blogged. Is anyone disappointed by not being able to read my updates, as I do noticed my visitors count is still increasing? I wasnt away for any special reason, just leading a simple life with work and no enjoyment. After the last problematic friendship I got into, I have not met Jo since then. I hope she is happy with her loved one. She does sent me an sms occasionally, but I just feel enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dec exam results were released last month. I managed to pass the retake paper, but failed another one. Revision class should be sufficient for me to retake this one with some self study as well. Nevertheless, my parents were happy for me and encouraged me to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, I was chatting with a fren on msn. I know her for about 6 months. We intended to meet, but she reconsidered and opt not to. She explained to me her reason for doing so. She didnt want to meet any guy, if she feels he wont be a potential bf. According to her analysis, I am a great guy with several ladies to choose to be with. That really amazed me. I did clarified that I never had any option but the ladies do. I never expect one meeting to develop many thoughts in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is distributing a variable bonus for our hard work of 2006. I am expecting a pro-rated payout, about 2/3 to be receivable. The last performance review was okay for me, which means I should be looking forward to more $$$. There are rumours that I would be getting overseas exposure soon. Till now, nothing has been finalised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-2527062796920424609?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/2527062796920424609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=2527062796920424609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2527062796920424609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2527062796920424609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-2310532443443802604</id><published>2007-02-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:57:11.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Expectations</title><content type='html'>3 days have passed, since Piggy started serving its one year bond. Hee.... My family and I visited a few places to give out red packets to our relatives' children. Not many people gave me and my brothers red packets, as we are working adults. Some relatives are asking the same questions year after year, reflecting their ignorance. They assumed that things should develop according to their forecasts. Any changes would not be acceptable to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, they were told that my 4 year relationship has ended. They were unhappy that they couldnt see her before we ended. This year, they were curious why I dont have a stead. If I do have a stead, they expect us to settle down within one year. If I dont settle down, they would say I am fooling around. If I am fooling around, they would say I am not young anymore. If I want to remain single, they would tell their children not to follow my footsteps. They are the prosecutors and I am the accused on the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time for a small gambling session, I would opt out. By not joining their game, they would spite me with indirect remarks that I am stingy. I am silent, but my ears are opening wide. I would rather donate to any charity than lose a single cent to them. Despite their "pulling" efforts, they still cant get me involved. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some new faces around. One of my cousins brought his gf to see my grandparents. She was accessed as a pre-candidate for Miss Singapore Universe 2007. The panel of judges was formed by my aunties. They judged based on body beauty, speech ability, character and qualification. Fortunately, I dont have to cast my vote to support anyone. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-2310532443443802604?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/2310532443443802604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=2310532443443802604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2310532443443802604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2310532443443802604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-about-expectations.html' title='All about Expectations'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-7124241213974332425</id><published>2007-02-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:58:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It could well be her last</title><content type='html'>This is a special day for lovers. This occasion was more significant for the last 5 years. I couldnt resist the thought of making her day sweeter by sending my ex a bouquet. When I reached office this morning, I am still wondering if the delivery was made to her last evening. Her "thank you" sms answered my curiosity. At that moment, I could feel that she was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2nd sms came from her. She didnt like the idea of me sending her bouquet and it wont be a good cause for reconciliation between us. Can she be more tactful in her wordings? I forgive her immaturity for deriving that statement, but assured her that it was a simple gift to make her day pleasant. Her self-centred character would not appreciate romantic items. Neither am I going to plead for more sarcasm in future years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another person whom I could please and get her appreciation. She was indeed surprised to see my gift on her work desk this morning. I was discreet in my moves. Lol. Before the day was over, she handed me a box of sweet chocolates. Too sweet that I dont have the heart to try it. Hehe. Different ladies, one after another, in my dept received bouquets from their own bfs. Everyone was a winner, especially the suppliers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-7124241213974332425?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/7124241213974332425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=7124241213974332425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7124241213974332425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7124241213974332425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-could-well-be-her-last.html' title='It could well be her last'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-2796545028077717627</id><published>2007-02-10T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:16:21.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can work be so important forever??</title><content type='html'>It should have been a pleasant evening with her. Having waited slightly more than a year for this meal with her, I had her assurance a few days ago that she could make it. This morning, I was in high spirits. Mum was informed I wont be having dinner at home.  She guessed I had a date with her. Past noon, I received her sms. She had last min work asking to postpone the date to probably Monday. The word probably appeared bigger than the other wordings in her sms. Can I say no to her? I had to accept, just like in the past. She never compromise whenever her work is involved. If I say I must meet her, she will just ignore me. I didnt have the right to choose. The only route I was given, was to leave her alone and suffer in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt let myself down for just one incident. The urge to go shopping came. I went to one shopping mall. Entered a boutique and a salesgirl came to help me. Usually, I would prefer to shop without any help. I made an exception. It was her lucky day too, as I made quite a handful of purchases. Not forgetting my hamster, I headed for the petshop to buy him new toys. Reached home with big bags in my hands. Mum is still wondering why I am in such a good mood. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-2796545028077717627?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/2796545028077717627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=2796545028077717627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2796545028077717627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/2796545028077717627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-work-be-so-important-forever.html' title='Can work be so important forever??'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-7067935777125689201</id><published>2007-01-27T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:21:41.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conventional Way</title><content type='html'>Ever since I knew the truth, it was tough to accept it. It was useless to pursue something, which won't belong to me. A sensible thing to do is forget about it and proceed on with my own life.  My priority is to develop a career that I can be proud of. My busy work schedule had kicked in at the right moment. I had to immerse myself into overtime work to clear numerous audit queries. In the course of it, the audit manager whom reviewed my work had praises for my efforts. My mind didnt  accomodate any unnecessary things, other than work matters. I express my gratitude to my family, friends and colleagues, who stood by me. Someone special to me also showed concern for me. She is going through a bad patch too. I was afraid that she would break down one day. I offered her any help if she requires it, but she is still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jo, I realised that she had found her new love. I wished her the best in her new venture. There was only one issue left hanging, which I am clueless about. Even if I do clarify, it wont be of much significance. A new lease of life awaits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-7067935777125689201?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/7067935777125689201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=7067935777125689201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7067935777125689201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7067935777125689201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/01/conventional-way.html' title='The Conventional Way'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-305048978659373694</id><published>2007-01-14T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:56:27.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Surfaced</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I met her for later part of the day. She was well dressed, a different sweet personality which I havent seen before. Accompanied her to have her hair done up. I dozed off while waiting. When it was done, she woke me up with a big hit on my lap. In my sight was the ravishing hair highlighting, which suits her well. It's a pity that her profession didnt permit her to try out more extreme colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to watch a movie together at Plaza Sing. Unfortunately, it was not screening at both PS and the Cathay. Instead, we settled for dinner at a restaurant located in the basement on the Cathay. Simple and filling for both, plus a 10% discount. Followed by window shopping at Robinson and Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I asked if she would like to drink some beer. We seeked out a place at China Square, recommended by her. Ordered a jug of beer to be shared with her. Perhaps, the drinking made us bolder and we shared our feelings. I popped the question if she developed any feelings for me ever since I stated my intent to court her. She shook her head sideways, and wished for us to remain as good friends. Uncontrollable tears wetted my eyes, as my slimmest hope was smashed. The reply wasnt surprising, but my heart couldnt cope with that sudden blow at that moment. I heard her story as well and shared her sorrows. I had more beer to drown my sorrows. In the end, I did see her home as usual despite my semi-conscious self. I was home drunk, with only my mind still clear about the happenings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-305048978659373694?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/305048978659373694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=305048978659373694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/305048978659373694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/305048978659373694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-surfaced.html' title='The Truth Surfaced'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-7064794711026096970</id><published>2007-01-08T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:15:19.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在一个落叶风零的秋天&lt;br /&gt;遇到我一生中最爱的人&lt;br /&gt;从此以后她的样子把我整颗心灌醉&lt;br /&gt;让我爱的那么汹涌那么真&lt;br /&gt;多么希望她能给我一点真爱&lt;br /&gt;多么希望她会过的快乐&lt;br /&gt;多么希望我能给她一点点感动&lt;br /&gt;可是老天却把感情捉弄&lt;br /&gt;究竟我是怎么了怎么了&lt;br /&gt;难道爱一个人真的有错吗&lt;br /&gt;虽然爱一个人很苦&lt;br /&gt;可我还渴望一点爱&lt;br /&gt;我怎么了哭了吗&lt;br /&gt;竟然爱她爱到那么施舍&lt;br /&gt;痛的最后哭了以后也快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多么希望她能给我一点真爱&lt;br /&gt;多么希望她会过的快乐&lt;br /&gt;多么希望我能给她一点点感动&lt;br /&gt;可是老天却把感情捉弄&lt;br /&gt;究竟我是怎么了怎么了&lt;br /&gt;难道爱一个人真的有错吗&lt;br /&gt;虽然爱一个人很苦&lt;br /&gt;可我还渴望一点爱&lt;br /&gt;我怎么了哭了吗&lt;br /&gt;竟然爱她爱到那么施舍&lt;br /&gt;痛的最后哭了以后也快乐&lt;br /&gt;我不想爱她&lt;br /&gt;却是更加思念她&lt;br /&gt;欠我的怀抱何时能还吗&lt;br /&gt;欠我的怀抱何时能还吗&lt;br /&gt;究竟我是怎么了怎么了&lt;br /&gt;难道爱一个人真的有罪吗&lt;br /&gt;或多或少给点安慰&lt;br /&gt;哪怕慈悲的怀抱&lt;br /&gt;算了吧忘了吧&lt;br /&gt;陷的越深越无法自拔&lt;br /&gt;宁愿自己守着伤悲&lt;br /&gt;也快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-7064794711026096970?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/7064794711026096970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=7064794711026096970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7064794711026096970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7064794711026096970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='A song to ponder'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-7189727682112670591</id><published>2007-01-05T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:46:03.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L...O...S...T</title><content type='html'>How does a person feels when his feelings for someone is growing stronger day by day? When he eats, sleeps or does anything, he will think of her. Is it an indication of love to come? Will it make a difference if one is making an effort to make his dream come true? To make things work, it still takes two hands to clap. There might be a possibility that the eventual truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost is a suitable word to describe my current feelings. There is a strong desire to win her heart one day. To develop a high level of trust between us, as both of us have more friends of the opposite sex. Hence, jealousy is inevitable but still manageable if we work things out. I enjoy every meeting with her and listening to everything about her life. I reciprocated with sharing my life experiences too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have the ability to foresee the future. Within my limits, I only plan for the future. Will I see light at the end of the tunnel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-7189727682112670591?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/7189727682112670591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=7189727682112670591&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7189727682112670591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7189727682112670591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost.html' title='L...O...S...T'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-1796324277264202958</id><published>2007-01-01T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:44:19.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3..2..1.. It's 2007</title><content type='html'>Based on past trends, the countdown to a new year is usually alone at home. This year, I never expect things to be different. She was finishing work around 9.45 pm last night. I waited for her at the usual pick up point. She agreed to go for satay at Lau Pa Sat, as I was craving for it. Heaven played a trick on us. Just when we started to eat, the rain starts to pour. We had to bring our food to seek for shelter inside the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a stroll around Raffles place to get our food digested properly. There was a huge traffic jam along North Bridge Road, as we made our way to Esplanade. Everyone was in high spirits, in anticipation of the fireworks to welcome the new year. We sat on the pavement looking at the sky above Clifford Pier. As the clock struck 12 midnight, the clear sky was covered with fanciful fireworks, accompanied by loud cheers from the crowd. I felt that it was special to see fireworks with her beside me. Even though the dust from the fireworks had cleared, that moment with her will not be cleared from my memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-1796324277264202958?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/1796324277264202958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=1796324277264202958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/1796324277264202958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/1796324277264202958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2007/01/321-its-2007.html' title='3..2..1.. It&apos;s 2007'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-4860167357882048827</id><published>2006-12-25T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:23:31.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer Is Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZoUL0-NbmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_S5rZajYV_M/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015343328461155938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZoUL0-NbmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_S5rZajYV_M/s200/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone's guessing of the contents of the black box is over. Lol. Wendy had a nice try. There is still 3 empty slots to fill. Adding to my collection slowly. Ultimately, I would like to possess a Tag Heuer. It's a dream, which is attainable. It is ironic that the giver of the box would need it more than me. Nonetheless, it was a perfect gift for me for my purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-4860167357882048827?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/4860167357882048827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=4860167357882048827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/4860167357882048827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/4860167357882048827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/12/answer-is-revealed.html' title='The Answer Is Revealed'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZoUL0-NbmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_S5rZajYV_M/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-9067586889085207078</id><published>2006-12-23T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:08:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gifts Galore"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZKHZsIGtJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-K4ajbFAMQI/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013218210628416658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZKHZsIGtJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-K4ajbFAMQI/s200/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZKHacIGtKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KRPxTuuCYzQ/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013218223513318562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZKHacIGtKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KRPxTuuCYzQ/s200/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the gifts I received have been pictured. There is a black box hidden. Any guess what is inside? Hee. I like that gift very much. It was given by someone special to me, whom paid attention to what I was looking for. I never expected it. Met Jo last night and she amazed me. This Xmas is sweeter than never before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-9067586889085207078?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/9067586889085207078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=9067586889085207078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/9067586889085207078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/9067586889085207078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/12/gifts-galore.html' title='&quot;Gifts Galore&quot;'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afCbQXfbpbA/RZKHZsIGtJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-K4ajbFAMQI/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-7002045634801267613</id><published>2006-12-22T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:11:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give n Share" Mood</title><content type='html'>One last day of work before 3 rest days. I reached office earlier than usual, carrying a bag full of gifts. No one was around, while I went to distribute the gifts on colleagues' desks. My miscalculation resulted in a shortage of gifts. I prayed hard that no surprise gifts from anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festive celebrations at lunch time. Everyone gathered in the Journey room for a food feast. Lots of great food, sparkling juices and lots of jokes to bring everyone's working mood down to zero. Lol. Our internship student was the organising chair person. Many thanks to her for planning the things, as everyone was busy with our own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By end of the day, I had a bag filled with gifts from colleagues to bring back. Too excited to see what is inside the wrappers, but still have to wait till I reach home. I never enjoyed Xmas before and hopefully this will serve as a precedent in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-7002045634801267613?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/7002045634801267613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=7002045634801267613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7002045634801267613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7002045634801267613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/12/give-n-share-mood.html' title='&quot;Give n Share&quot; Mood'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-1219293449099632045</id><published>2006-12-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:22:41.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#3,0,0,0" height="250" width="300" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7938"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://image2.birthdaycards.com/dbc/i/c/joe_cakeboom.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://image2.birthdaycards.com/dbc/i/c/joe_cakeboom.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://image2.birthdaycards.com/dbc/i/c/joe_cakeboom.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;In 2 hours time, it will be my pal's birthday. Hope you have a memorable one, which I did 3 months ago. The year is ending soon, but the fun will not cease.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-1219293449099632045?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/1219293449099632045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=1219293449099632045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/1219293449099632045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/1219293449099632045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/12/birthday-wish.html' title='A Birthday Wish'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-29910690842790474</id><published>2006-12-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:32:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Anxiety</title><content type='html'>The backlog on my desk is also cleared. Next big challenge is the year end closing next week. Atmosphere at work would be quite serious, but there is a celebration at the end of the week. M has initiated a xmas celebration. Responses were spontateous with 17 participants in all. Everyone has a role to play to contribute. My task is to get titbits and drinks. Other things we planned for are ham, pizza, sushi, pork ribs, etc. Should I get small gifts for everyone to surprise them? Still sourcing for ideas though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebec had finished her operation and I am trying to arrange my schedule to pay her a visit. I pray  for her fast recovery.  I hope to see her chubby self before xmas. How do I spend this xmas? No date to expect, but I dont wish to let it fly pass. Only once a year. Who shall I spend it with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-29910690842790474?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/29910690842790474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=29910690842790474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/29910690842790474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/29910690842790474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-anxiety.html' title='Xmas Anxiety'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-6756882203519779810</id><published>2006-12-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:48:48.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will History Repeat itself?</title><content type='html'>A hectic schedule for 3 weeks has gone past. Not much entertainment, work to clear before on leave and exams was approaching. This exam sitting was a stronger test than ever before. I had 2 optional papers to clear, in which one was a retake. Leaving me no choice but to push back my graduation date. More costs to provide for plus more time consumption. If I had progressed to this stage, I should finish it at all costs. My only motivation is my parents witnessing my convocation one day. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the end of the entire sitting. In the midst of preparation, 6 bottles of bird nests with 1 week of intense revision would be sufficient to get me through in my opinion. At each of the exam dates, there were empty seats around me. Some had chosen to forgo their slimmest chance of securing a marginal pass. I wont even consider about giving up till I make an attempt. Overall assessment of my own performance was less than satisfactory. I concluded that there was a higher chance of passing the retake paper than the other paper. Nonetheless, there were plenty of well wishes from friends whom I appreciated alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a stroll in West Mall before I came home last night. A relief that my study aspect has ended for this year. A big challenge in office requiring my attention next week. Year end approaching to finalise the company's full year performance, which is corelated to my bonus distribution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-6756882203519779810?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/6756882203519779810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=6756882203519779810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/6756882203519779810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/6756882203519779810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/12/will-history-repeat-itself.html' title='Will History Repeat itself?'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-8937630296717780567</id><published>2006-11-18T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:07:43.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Accountants that Bad?</title><content type='html'>The much-awaited movie "Casino Royale" has been screened. Heard many comments about the new Bond. Is he a good or bad replacement? At GV, it is the top selling movie at this moment. Only watching it myself will let me have a better accessment. I waited for Jo at the station control near her workplace, as her shift would end at 3.30pm. Both of us had lunch at PepperLunch Isetan Scotts branch. This was my 2nd time eating, after a few months since the last one I had. A funny video clip of her brother's marriage proposal was shown to me. There was a conspiracy to lead to that proposal. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a slow walk to Cathay Cineleisure after the meal. She was surprised to know that Cathay sells tickets at a lower price than other cinema organisations. Perhaps she gets treats mostly to justify her ignorance. Hehe. The movie was my treat, as the food was paid by her earlier. It was a lengthy movie with several exciting scenes and a sequel to look forward to. The only thing I dislike was picking an accountant to be the bad guy. Even the Bond girl, who was also an accountant, betrayed Bond near the end. I hope the sequel comes fast. A drink at KFC sums up the nice evening with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-8937630296717780567?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/8937630296717780567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=8937630296717780567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/8937630296717780567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/8937630296717780567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-accountants-that-bad.html' title='Are Accountants that Bad?'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-4562367138607900111</id><published>2006-11-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:53:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats Can Be Amusing</title><content type='html'>Attended a full day of revision class to prepare for the upcoming exams. Felt mentally exhausted after all is over. I had to settle my own dinner, as family members were not at home. Managed to asked Jo out for dinner at Marina Square. While waiting for her, I purchased a bunny specially for her. I came to know that she likes soft toys and has a huge collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Jack's Place. Steak for her and I ordered half spring chicken. She was a fast eater , but I took my own sweet time. It was the chat with her that I enjoyed, more than wat I was eating. Lol. She was playing with the bunny and hugging it. An indication that she likes it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a heavy dinner, there was some time to kill. We went for "Flushed Away" at Suntec EW. I was treated to the movie, as she suggested. We had a good laugh seeing the comedy concerning rats. Goodbye time after the show ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-4562367138607900111?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/4562367138607900111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=4562367138607900111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/4562367138607900111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/4562367138607900111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/11/rats-can-be-amusing.html' title='Rats Can Be Amusing'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-4627213317686371577</id><published>2006-11-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:33:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thoughts Mean So Much</title><content type='html'>I had 4 hours to spare before training at 4 pm. Jo agreed to catch the movie "Material Girls" with me. It was bad to wake her early on a rest day to get prepared to meet. I reached earlier at GV PS to purchase the tickets and enjoyed a cup of nice coffee while waiting. She was confused where I would be waiting for her thru my several smses to her. If you sense me, I should be nearby. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was not highly rated. It's about 2 girls who lived a luxurious life, but turned poor overnight. They sensed there was a conspiracy to make them bankrupt. So, they took matters into their own hands and recovered their property in the end. After the show, my dislike for rich girls became more justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Ajisen. Both of us ordered a set meal each and shared the side dishes bundled with the set. Her taste for ramen was hot n spicy, in contrast to my light n soupy. We tried a sample of each other's ramen. I needed lots of water to contain the spice after trying hers. It was time to report to camp. She offered to accompany me to my destination, although her way home was the opposite direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-4627213317686371577?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/4627213317686371577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=4627213317686371577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/4627213317686371577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/4627213317686371577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-thoughts-mean-so-much.html' title='Little Thoughts Mean So Much'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-7427248150268880437</id><published>2006-11-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:18:36.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jo</title><content type='html'>I was meeting Jo for a movie this evening. We know each other for less than a month, but she felt alright to meet. I was teased that I could reject to meet if I didnt wish to. I shall not forgive myself if I miss it. Hehe. I arrived late at Marina Square GV. I smsed and called her. Cant contact her thru sms nor phone call. I thought that she might be angry and went into the theatre alone. I was lucky that she called me instead. She emerged from behind a pillar. She was waiting there all the while, but we didnt notice each other. My 1st impression was that she is the type of person who brings joy to people around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the theatre for the show "The Prestige". It was recommended by my fren. A decent show about the intense rivalry between 2 magicians, who used to be apprentices together. While trying to out perform each other, one of them actually incorporated science into his performance. It was scary to discover that the tesla machine would create a duplicate of him each time he used it. The other magician didnt enjoy a good ending either. He sacrificed his twin brother in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we thought it was late and should not be consuming too much food. As we were having some dim sum, we provided each other with some insights of our own lives. Within myself, I felt I would be meeting her soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-7427248150268880437?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/7427248150268880437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=7427248150268880437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7427248150268880437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/7427248150268880437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-jo.html' title='Little Jo'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116230560868732225</id><published>2006-10-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Batam Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-fb.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594046131963&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="350" height="262" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594046131963&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=17&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fb.slide.com/h2/72057594046131963/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594046131963&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=17&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=72057594046131963&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=17&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from Harbour Front Centre. As I have written, I was on an overnight trip to Batam. We had to thank Ria, my colleague for seeing to all the arrangments. Although it was only a short trip, we had sufficient good food and proper shopping. What happen in the last 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a Penguin Ferry from Harbour Front, which took about an hour to reach Batam Center. The rocky ferry feeling made 2 colleagues felt nauseous, but it didnt spoilt their appetite for seafood. The GM at our Batam industrial park had chartered a driver cum van to bring us around. Our next destination was a seafood restaurant located at a kelong. Such a pity that it was too dark to see anything out in the sea. Knowing malay is helpful if anyone wish to visit Batam in future. Fortunately, Ria was around to order the food for us. There were too much food for everyone, which left me with the plate of chilly crabs to finish alone. The final bill was about 1 million rupiah, way cheaper than dining in SG. We were driven to our 4-star hotel, Island Garden Hotel, to rest for the night. Some colleagues wanted to play cards. However, they discovered I was already in dreamland before they even started. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, we were having a nice breakfast at the hotel restaurant. After a short rest, we went to the nearby massage parlour within walking distance. I had the Traditional Thai massage costing Rp73,000. The masseuse did a decent job making me feel revitalised and got my tip of Rp50,000. It was her lucky day. Following that, we were brought to 3 shopping centres consecutively to make our purchases. My best buy was a jersey. As recommended by VP, I paid Rp45,000 for a facial plus mask. Time flew by and we are on the way back to SG via the same ferry service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116230560868732225?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116230560868732225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116230560868732225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116230560868732225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116230560868732225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonderful-batam-experience.html' title='Wonderful Batam Experience'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116161349382176720</id><published>2006-10-22T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From W to K, but still 800i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/Ericsson_K800i.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/Ericsson_K800i.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To put the unhappy things behind me, I chose to pamper myself with a mobile switch. Had been waiting for this contract renewal date. The last mobile switch was 5 months back, through a cash plus trade in deal. I was holding on to SE w800i, which I thought was suitable for my MP3 needs. Now, I realise picture quality is more important than music quality. Had 3 phone models in mind. Nokia N73, SE k800i and Samsung E900. Read through several phone reviews, to conclude on purchasing the highly rated SE k800i. Without hesitation, I headed for the mobile shop and extended the contract for 2 years. Though I couldnt bear to let go of my w800i, I had to sacrifice it to salvage $300 trade in value. The sales guy was curious why I wanted to dispose w800i. He would consider that to be one of the few models still in demand. Overall, it was a fair deal, with a 1 GB card thrown into the purchase cost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116161349382176720?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116161349382176720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116161349382176720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116161349382176720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116161349382176720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-w-to-k-but-still-800i.html' title='From W to K, but still 800i'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116160949448821992</id><published>2006-10-21T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Disappointed</title><content type='html'>I was expecting an sms from her for the time to meet. 2 days ago, she mentioned that a common fren would be joining us and the timing to be confirmed. Needless to say, one would expect everything to occur as planned. After 10 months, I let bygones be bygones. Not withholding any ill feelings nor true feelings. Just carrying a thought of becoming friends once again. Another group of friends will meeting at a cafe, but I rejected their offer to stick with hers. After a long wait, the sms still didnt come. I sent her one instead. She replied she couldnt make it. A great sense of disappointment developed inside myself. I lost my cool for that short moment. A conclusive sms was sent to her stating, "If you are not sincere, please dont waste my time. We made all prearrangements and it came down to nothing". Any hope of seeing her in person have vanished into thin air. Giving her up wasnt such a bad thing after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116160949448821992?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116160949448821992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116160949448821992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116160949448821992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116160949448821992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/utterly-disappointed.html' title='Utterly Disappointed'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116158281998993587</id><published>2006-10-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam Excursion</title><content type='html'>During lunchtime, my VP was mentioning about paying a visit to Batam. She used to work at our company's Batamindo Industrial Park for a few years. From her experience, it would be nice to go for an overnight stay. Tentatively, we are looking at 27 Oct. The programme plan she had in mind was:&lt;br /&gt;- head for Batam directly after work on friday evening&lt;br /&gt;- enjoy fresh seafood dinner (Dunno if I can take lots of seafood)&lt;br /&gt;- spend the night at a good hotel&lt;br /&gt;- go for cream bath n massage the next morning&lt;br /&gt;- do some shopping before we head back to SG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us were keen to participate, as she could serve as a guide to us. However, there was one issue on accomodation. Cat agreed to be in the same room with me, as I am the only guy around. VP asked why she wasnt afraid to be with me alone. I thought it was ridiculous. Do I look like a sex maniac? To avoid further gossip, I chose to be alone. Before we knocked off from work, she managed to get her brother to join us and share the room with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116158281998993587?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116158281998993587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116158281998993587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116158281998993587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116158281998993587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/batam-excursion.html' title='Batam Excursion'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116092304049650660</id><published>2006-10-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old times Remains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00097.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/DSC00097.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After looking at several brands of casual watches the past few weeks, I went to the Casio Boutique at Bugis. It was about a decade ago that I switched to other brands from my Casio watch. Now, I am back to the old times. I cant deny that their designs have changed with time. This is one of their latest designs I acquired for a decent price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116092304049650660?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116092304049650660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116092304049650660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116092304049650660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116092304049650660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/old-times-remains.html' title='The Old times Remains'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116092222287221897</id><published>2006-10-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter Gift Exchange</title><content type='html'>Today, I had an extra bag with me. It was the gift, which I bought for the birthday girl. I was wearing my new long sleeve shirt to meet P for a small birthday dinner with her. Our birthdays are less than a month apart. As I reached earlier, I went to the CityChain shop at Suntec to browse some watches. The temptation to buy one arose with a $50 voucher that I am holding on. However, the good models cost way above what I am willing to fork out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, I met up with her outside Kuishin Bo Jap Restaurant. It was sad to see her carry her notebook all the way here from her campus. This meal was on dutch, since it was an inter-celebration. Some sushi as appetitzers kicked start our buffet dinner. She was a bigger eater than me, but I had my flu to thank for reducing my appetite. Fortunately, it didnt affect the enjoyable conversation we had. She was more chatty with me than the previous meetings, which was a good sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were finished with the food, she wanted to shop for her clothes. I offered to carry her notebook for her to shop better. She was overjoyed to see Iora having a big sale. Most ladies would go crazy for sale, and she was no exception. As I stood there waiting, she went to try on the clothes and bought a few. We took the same train route back, but were separated at an interchange. She had to return to hostel to rest for class tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116092222287221897?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116092222287221897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116092222287221897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116092222287221897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116092222287221897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/inter-gift-exchange.html' title='Inter Gift Exchange'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116031958599906078</id><published>2006-10-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money In &lt; Money Out</title><content type='html'>I was expecting Singapore Mint to be at my Community Club offering coin exchanging service. The 1st 1000 pcs would be free of charge. An opportunity to get rid of the 5-cent coins and other coins in my piggy bank. If any bank does the exchange, they would charge you regardless of any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the queue, with about 20 people in front of me. Most people didnt sort out the denominations and disputed the error counts from the machines. I thought it was absurd. Singapore Mint should have thrown out those people who dont follow rules, or at least make them count on the spot. My transaction got through smoothly and I could tallied every count of the different denominations with my precount numbers. Those bulky coins made me richer by $100+ in notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden thought of new office wear came to my mind. I made a trip to Metro, which I like to patronise for office clothings. I made a purchase of 2 formal long sleeves and 1 casual one, totalling near $200. Within a few hours, my cash outflow has surpassed my inflow. There was a saying, "Something Comes Something Goes".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116031958599906078?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116031958599906078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116031958599906078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116031958599906078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116031958599906078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/money-in-money-out.html' title='Money In &lt; Money Out'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116031578657097994</id><published>2006-10-05T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquired Fossil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000787.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000787.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This watch was bought using the birthday vouchers given by my friends. It is one of the latest arrivals in the boutique. Had to part with a bit of cash to acquire it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116031578657097994?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116031578657097994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116031578657097994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116031578657097994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116031578657097994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/acquired-fossil.html' title='Acquired Fossil'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116031449977524176</id><published>2006-10-04T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3Ts in One Night</title><content type='html'>A date with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after work was arranged at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiong Bahru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It has been a few months, since I met anyone there. This used to be a frequent place to meet one fren and my ex company was nearby as well. Those memories have been archived in my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a call as I approached the meeting place. She was waving to me from a distance, even though it was the 1st time she met me. Although this place was near her residence, she was in smart casual. Her efforts to lay a good first impression has paid off. I propose to her to have dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai Express&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She indicated her interest to try some spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were dining, I got to know more about her personal self. She was a chinese national, but awarded PR status. Coincidentally, my forefather was from Fujian Province, where she is from. Her current occupation is a noble one. Unfortunately, her roommate forgot to bring the house key and requested her to go back early. It was a short meeting, but this laid the path for subsequent ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116031449977524176?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116031449977524176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116031449977524176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116031449977524176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116031449977524176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/3ts-in-one-night.html' title='3Ts in One Night'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-116018954962820794</id><published>2006-10-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining in New York</title><content type='html'>I headed for Cityhall to meet her after work. I had some thoughts of her reactions after I asked her a question previously. I got her answer, and was dead convinced. My mind was restless about any awkward situation to arise between her and me. I am still happy to remain as her friend. Some friends commented that I should persist on. Does it really help to be persistent towards love? Sometimes, persistence may contradict with happiness. I would prefer the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived early, as i waited outside the restaurant "New York" inside CityLink. It was a new concept worth trying, although they serve common western food. To my surprise, she never ask her best fren along. A silly question popped out of my mouth to ask why she didnt ask her along. There was no intention in asking that. We ordered about 3 dishes to satisfy our hunger, which we couldnt even finish. Tummy filled and I gave her a treat this time. She agreed to treat me the next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy a gift for a friend, whose birthday is approaching. She agreed to come along to advise on the gift. She has good taste, concluding from her dress sense. It didnt take long before we decided on one. She offered to do the quality check on the product before I made payment. From this point onwards, I am certain that our friendship was still intact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-116018954962820794?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/116018954962820794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=116018954962820794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116018954962820794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/116018954962820794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/10/dining-in-new-york.html' title='Dining in New York'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115970572341419274</id><published>2006-09-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Assessment</title><content type='html'>Had been occupied with budgetary and forecasting work for the past 2 weeks. Ironically, the parent company requested us to attend a 2-day training for the year end approaching. Time was insufficient, everyone in the co had to attend it reluctantly. It wasnt such a bad thing for me, as I am always a keen learner. I didnt meet anyone for these 2 weeks, other than attending night classes. I needed a cooling down period. There are many issues roaming in my mind and I felt unsettled. I am doing a self review for the past year currently, drafting out a plan for next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few issues such as:&lt;br /&gt;- relationships&lt;br /&gt;I have witnessed a few relationship breakups around me. Does it mean that a relationship is hard to sustain? I am a victim of an unsustainable relationship too. Not giving up hope, but I shall shelve any plan to source a potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- studies&lt;br /&gt;A bad patch hit me and disrupted my progress in pursuant of a degree. The first paper, which I failed in my entire study life, wasnt a nice thing to experience. I felt I can do better, so I shall commit more time to my studies from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- career&lt;br /&gt;I have been considering a career change from accounting to tax. Not contemplating a job switch, but just a change in job scope. There was no commitment required. My boss just wanted me to do something of my own interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- family commitments&lt;br /&gt;In the next 2 years, my dad would be approaching retirement. How can I provide more for my parents' old age? I am always trying to contribute as much as I can. If my studies are completed, my contribution can be increased with the funds available. If I really meet my ideal girl, would I be able to fund my own wedding expenses? I need to work this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115970572341419274?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115970572341419274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115970572341419274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115970572341419274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115970572341419274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/self-assessment.html' title='Self Assessment'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115911221696448501</id><published>2006-09-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00088.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/DSC00088.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another surprise received from an unexpected source, Miss W. Caught me off guard when she sms me in the noon asking if my day was alright. Haha. Thanks to her special gift, the disappointment I was expecting for the day didnt affect me much. Manager commented that she never encounter a guy as lucky as me to receive 2 separate flower items. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My colleagues brought forward our dinner appointment, realising that I didnt look happy on the day before my birthday. All of them cancelled theirs to have a Japanese western dinner with me at Bugis. All these little thoughts meant so much to me. I thought it was their treat, but they walked off when it was time to foot the bill. I decided to make them happy for their little sacrifice. Hehe. We went on to have coffee at TCC. Suddenly, 2 of them said they need to go to the ladies. I guessed something was amiss. Smsed them not to wander elsewhere other than the ladies. Haha. Shortly, they came back with a big bag. It's my birthday gift and they got the back cushion which I am missing in office. Looking at how cute it was, I decided to leave it at my bedside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115911221696448501?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115911221696448501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115911221696448501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115911221696448501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115911221696448501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-birthday-wishes.html' title='More Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115910639341017882</id><published>2006-09-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:24.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day specially for R</title><content type='html'>This evening had finally arrived after a month of waiting. Around 4pm, the weather turned bad and started a heavy downpour. Heaven playing tricks on me. I prayed hard. It stopped slightly past 5.30. There was still time for everyone to make it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing was exactly 6.30pm. Most of them were punctual, except for some who got delayed by their own commitments. I requested for those present to wait a while more, so that everyone could have their meals at the same time. Fortunately, the food was served at the appropriate time. It was my treat to let everyone had a good time interacting with each other. As a host, I probably could have done a better job. The introduction part was a bit messed up, as the table was lined up in twos. Overall, I thought the guests were enjoying themselves. The bill was the most expensive budget that I ever catered for an event, but the planning was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful evening that I never dream of celebrating my birthday before. Used to prefer celebrating with ling previously. But, this year she was not around. Maybe, she would never celebrate for me again. But, thanks to my frens, I managed to see the bright side after the dark clouds are cleared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115910639341017882?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115910639341017882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115910639341017882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115910639341017882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115910639341017882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-specially-for-r.html' title='The Day specially for R'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115898399819595636</id><published>2006-09-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unforgettable Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00082.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00084.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another friday, browsing through my work documents and cracking my head to solve difficult issues. Lunch time was approaching. I was looking forward to my birthday gathering for the group. The feeling was a mix of 1/2 anxiety n 1/2 nervousness. My phone rang. The front desk lady called and told me to pick up a parcel. I wasnt expecting any and went to have a look. As I was approaching, there was a pretty flower basket on her work desk. Out of curiosity, I requested to have a closer look at the name on the card. I couldnt believe my own eyes. The 3 ladies on site was teasing me about having a secret admirer. It was truly a secret, which I wished to know more. Brought it back to my own desk and colleagues came running towards me. They couldnt believe that a guy would receive flowers too. I would be the first in history. I took some pictures to keep as a remembrance, as the flowers were still fresh. Many thanks to the senders, who made this unforgettable for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115898399819595636?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115898399819595636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115898399819595636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115898399819595636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115898399819595636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/unforgettable-surprise.html' title='An Unforgettable Surprise'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115851287230496985</id><published>2006-09-12T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal time with sis</title><content type='html'>Since I came back from Redang in Apr, I havent caught up with my sis, Lorraine. Whenever I am meeting anyone, I get anxious whenever it is near time to knock off. My luck has not been good. Last min work is often popping up, which makes me worried. Today was a lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to try Mushroom Pot and the branch at Orchard Point was fine with her. My job was to fulfil her dream. She was in a skirt this time, surprisingly but sweet. I selected the combo meals and she had the privilege of picking the dishes. A nice meal for both, but it was the least I could do for her birthday. When I was attached previously, I missed many chances of celebrating for her. Promised her something to come on her actual birthday. Learnt from her that a guy is interested in her. My sis is not easy to woo, so this guy has to work harder. We discussed abt a possible overseas trip next year. I mentioned about my birthday appointment with some friends on saturday. Her mischevious self hinted to me to invite her as well. No reason to reject her, as she could interact with people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered mango pudding for her dessert. A funny thing that she asked me if I wished to try, but she ate everything. It was irresistable after all. Haha. I shared my coffee ice cream with her. As a bro, seeing her happy is my joy as well. She bought me a belt for my present, while i treat her to this meal. Waited with her for her cab, thereafter i went to take a bus ride home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115851287230496985?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115851287230496985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115851287230496985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115851287230496985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115851287230496985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/personal-time-with-sis.html' title='Personal time with sis'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115838904526817840</id><published>2006-09-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things are not always cute</title><content type='html'>To many, Monday is not meant for working long hours. That applies to me too. I made an arrangement to see W for a movie treat. After a day of hard work, I love going orchard from my workplace in Tanjong Pagar. Met her at 7 pm, as she had to knock off work later than I do. We chose to watch "Little Man", as the trailer protraited it to be a comedy. Many friends had avoided the show, commenting that the movie rating was low. If I dont watch, I cant confirm that comment. It was sweet of W to do advance booking and picked the best seats. I didnt know ticket price on weekdays is $7. My memory check was $7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was ample time for a quick dinner. We checked into Yuki Yaki Jap restaurant, W's recommendation. Bento set for me, while she had a spicy noodle dish. My serving looked small, but finishing it proved otherwise. Time was up to proceed to the movie theatre, but the usher delayed our entrance. Surprisingly, the movie had started as we made our way to our seats. Another lesson learnt was dont trust movie time timings on weekdays. Laughter filled the theatre for majority of the show. If the rating was low, I think the raters have to improve on their rating abilities. Overall, I felt the little man was a nasty person with a soft heart. Hehe. As the show ended, we decided to proceed home to rest early. Along the journey home, I wondered how many times I shall have to come orchard area for this whole week. Do count for me ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115838904526817840?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115838904526817840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115838904526817840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115838904526817840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115838904526817840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/small-things-are-not-always-cute.html' title='Small Things are not always cute'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115789960694240919</id><published>2006-09-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation R</title><content type='html'>Paul was invited to join me to do a recce. I am planning for a gathering at Jack's Place Orchard. But, I wanted to be certain that the arrangements can be made. It has been quite a while, since I last went to their branch at Causeway Point. As Paul was with Rebec in the afternoon, I thought it would nice to her to come along too. I highlighted to her that I had no intentions to stay out late after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met each other at 6pm, just the right time to have our dinner. Rebec has asked her friend to join us, but she would be late. The ambience was nice when we were enjoying our dinner. Past 7, the crowd started to fill the seats. Soon, it turned out to be like a night market. But, the menu had many selections. I am considering if red wine is necessary. Surprisingly, I havent drink that yet. It all depends on the guests' choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we footed the bill, I spoke to Keith, the manager to make the reservation. He will see to the arrangements and I shall confirm the attendance as the date gets closer. Looking forward to the big day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115789960694240919?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115789960694240919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115789960694240919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115789960694240919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115789960694240919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/operation-r.html' title='Operation R'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115789324422109860</id><published>2006-09-05T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Femme Fatale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/Kuishin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/Kuishin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This evening was a dinner date with army mates. We would want to have a meal together after every reservist. There is Leong, Little Flower and the Godfather. One person, Ah Huat reported sick. Hehe. We picked Suntec Kuishin Bo Japanese Restaurant to dine. Cat held me back, requesting me to wait for her to go Suntec too. She need to purchase tickets for the duck ride, but the station was closed when we arrived. She went home disappointed, as it was an idea for her bf upcoming birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with the guys, who were at the restaurant, busy eating. They addressed me as the Boss, since I look like one in my working wear. I cant deny the fact that they are all big eaters. They have finished one plate of big prawns and crabs each. My appetitzer was mushroom cream based soup. Kicked off the main courses with all the fried japanese stuff. Had one chicken jap steamboat. Followed by mini sushis and my favourite squids!!! We were avoiding anything pork, as Leong is converting to muslim for his gf. We didnt want him to feel tempted. My final taste was the ice cream, jellies and pastries. A sumptous buffet I had, which I would recommend friends to try it at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed alot of funny situations that any of us witnessed while in camp. Such laughable topics. A lady and 2 guys were sitting beside our table. She was wearing a low-cut spaghetti, so we all thought the 2 guys must be drooling. Too bad they can only see, but no touch. Haha. Leong was tired and he wanted to go back to rest. We went separate ways, but I told them that we dont have to wait for reservist to have a meal. Maybe, I shall gather them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115789324422109860?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115789324422109860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115789324422109860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115789324422109860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115789324422109860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-femme-fatale.html' title='No Femme Fatale'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115777731803425202</id><published>2006-09-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Stacked Upon</title><content type='html'>It's the first day back to my work desk, after going on a break. Not surprising to see my In tray stacked with plenty of documents. My colleagues welcomed my comeback and highlighted something was missing for a week, as I like to joke while working. Another piece of news was the lady, who is often associated with me, had asked my whereabouts and they joked that she must be missing me alot. Anyway, I have been treating her like a sister. I cant figure out why she likes addressing me as Richard 哥, as I am younger than her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes aside. I had to clear that pile of documents as fast as possible. I started with those that was meant for filing. The challenge was to catch up my work in the shortest time, and proved that my work was only slightly affected. I am in the midst of preparing Budget 2007 for the company and some presentation slides. During my absence, there were changes in the assumptions and a revision of the Budget was required. Some reporting work was submitted to Cat, as I assured her that I could clear it in the morning. Due to our work being closely related, it was a relief to her for me to be around. She hoped I won't fall sick due to stress and extend my absence. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By end of the day, I had normalised my working pace. Supposed to finish the presentation slides for a meeting tomorrow, but I chucked it aside. Went Jurong Point GV to see "The Devil Wears Prada" with Pat. This was the first time to see her in specs since we know each other. She would fit better as a 才女 with this appearance. Hope she is not reading this. The show did provided an insight to my life, that a career is not as important as family and friends. Pursuing a career without support from family and friends is not a situation I want to be in. She was in a rush to head back to hostel after the show. I couldnt pursuade her to let me cover the ticket costs, but I shall treat her the next time. It was a nice gesture for her to reject her friends to catch this one with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115777731803425202?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115777731803425202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115777731803425202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115777731803425202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115777731803425202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-stacked-upon.html' title='Being Stacked Upon'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115729658703689337</id><published>2006-09-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers No More</title><content type='html'>While I was idling in camp one night, the thought of smsing F to request for a date came to my mind. Wondering how she would react to my request? Since I only knew her online, I hope to see her in person. 不管三七二十一. No try No date. Haha. Her reply came and my heart was pounding. To the contrary, she agreed directly. Of coz, I would expect her to bring a fren along to make her more comfortable. Today was the meetup and I was anxious. When u meet a stranger the first time, u wont know what is expected of u. Just hope to present myself to lay a good first impression upon her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arranged to catch a show together, but seems none was interesting. They were delayed and I walked the entire Plaza Sing at least 2 times before they smsed me on their arrival. Saw them walking towards my direction and didnt know F was fun loving. Haha. Her fren, M, was friendly too. We had a heavy lunch at Cafe Cartel, as agreed among ourselves. We learnt more about each other's lifestyles and shared some career thoughts. F has a plan to further her studies, which I hope she succeeds in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short period of time spent for a meal but fruitful. They had other appointments to rush to, while I took a bus ride home. Sent her a Thank You sms, telling her that it was a good start to bypass the boundary of strangers. Well, a good ending has its bad side as well. My best fren wasn't having a good day, but I am unable to provide her with any comfort whatsoever. Does it show that I am a lousy friend? I know she didnt want me to be affected by her. Friends are around to show care n concern when there is a need. That is what true friendship represents.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115729658703689337?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115729658703689337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115729658703689337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115729658703689337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115729658703689337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/09/strangers-no-more.html' title='Strangers No More'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115717559705640805</id><published>2006-08-31T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significant COC Parade</title><content type='html'>The biggest event for the whole ICT was the Change in Command Parade scheduled at 5pm this evening. I was one of the many selected to be part of the main contingent. There would be a full day rehearsal before the actual event. We went for an early breakfast at 6 am, when the sun had not rise. I drew out my rifle from the armskote for the arms drill. Missed my "wife" very much to rendezvous with. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed into my parade uniform and brought my wife to the parade square. The army uniform has changed over the period of time. Now, we have our vocation batch on our collar, formation batch on the right shoulder and singapore batch on our left chest. Most guys wont like to put on the uniform. However, a sense of pride develops in me whenever I dawn the beryl green colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hours, we rehearsed many times to get things right. My legs still aching from yesterday's running test, were feeling the effects of long hours of standing. The consolation was a cooling weather to hover over the parade square. The hard work paid off eventually, as the incoming commander praised us for giving him a warm welcome. He will be leading us for the next 3 years. Although it has been a long day, compliments from the commander was the most encouraging for many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115717559705640805?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115717559705640805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115717559705640805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115717559705640805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115717559705640805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/significant-coc-parade.html' title='Significant COC Parade'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115716657214055880</id><published>2006-08-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting to Serve My Nation</title><content type='html'>7 months have passed since my In Camp Training(ICT) in early Jan this year. Memorable memories have surfaced each time the battalion gathers for a training. Every callup has its specific objectives to be met. Accomplishing those would make everyone feel fulfilling. As the saying goes, "Unity is Strength". Companionship is something which motivates me to achieve more than necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this strong belief, I reported to Yishun Camp at 7am. The in-processing progressed smoothly and there were missing personnel who failed to report for duty. The first day was catered for admin matters. That meant lots of waiting due to the big group. The battalion has roughly 400 personnels. It's pleasant to see the common faces of my army buddies. We make it a point to attend each ICT without fail, so that we share the good n tough times together. I forgot to mention that I am a signaller by vocation. So, communication via radio or line is my bread n butter. Of course, if the equipment fails, there is always smsing thru the mobile. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was briefed on the training programme for the next 3 days and our key objectives. We went to our assigned bunks to unpack our stuff. My army buddies picked me as the bunk IC, whom they felt was most suitable. My first task was to ensure everyone has a pillow case, bedsheet and blanket. In the evening, everyone was allowed to book out. But, I chose to stay behind with two friends. The time n cost to travel defeated the purpose of going home to sleep in my own comfy bed. We did a slight catching up and everyone had an early rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115716657214055880?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115716657214055880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115716657214055880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115716657214055880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115716657214055880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/reporting-to-serve-my-nation.html' title='Reporting to Serve My Nation'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115666505534938934</id><published>2006-08-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day in office before NS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00068.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/DSC00068.0.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reached office earlier than usual, knowing that today is the last day for me to clear my work before I serve my National Service liability for the entire next week. I am prepared to stay late to clear it by hook or by crook. My friends describe me as a nice guy who always think of others. I could foresee my colleague being stressed up in my absence. I cant bear to see others suffer for my doings. My CFO had an adhoc assignment for me to rush for him and I attended to it immediately. Speaking about work efficiency, he told me to relax next time I am given an assignment. Haha. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for lunch with colleagues and we popped by this bakery shop selling muffins. Very interesting stuff that they sold. Took some snapshots of their creative products. I got their namecard just in case. Bought some muffins of different flavours to try. I like their black pepper chicken pie very much. It makes me feel awake at&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/DSC00069.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/DSC00069.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; work, with its strong pepper content. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not knowing that its time to knock off, all my colleagues left the office on the dot. I was left all alone to slave. Hmm. But, the quiet environment made me more focused and worked better at optimal level. When everything was done, it's 11 pm. At least I managed to achieve my objective set out. Smsed my colleague that I have settled most of the things and she was shocked by my work commitment. Exhausted but fulfilling after a long day. Hope everything is fine when I am away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115666505534938934?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115666505534938934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115666505534938934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115666505534938934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115666505534938934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day-in-office-before-ns_25.html' title='Last day in office before NS'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115658432767098135</id><published>2006-08-22T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up is always a hard thing to swallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/breakup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, the results for Jun 06 ACCA exams were released. The moment I waited for has arrived. My result was not surprising, as I failed to meet the standard required. It proved to be a good learning point. I realised that I had taken for granted on achieving results with minimal effort. Coping with work and part time studies is not an easy task for everyone. From this point in time, I am inspired to work harder to ensure success. Probably signing up for revision class might help, as I never rely on that previously. My new mobile acquisition scheduled for october has to be delayed to provide funds for another attempt. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad things casted aside. I arranged with a fren to watch "The Breakup" together. Note that she is still single, so I can ask her along. Haha. I wont bother asking someone attached to know more about breaking up. It may make their lives worse. It was the first time I went to Bishan Junction 8 to see a show and bought nachos from Golden Village. Not too bad, compared to Eng Wah's nachos. But, Cathay should improve on their quality, especially the cheese. The ticket usher forgot to update the display panel to alert the audience to enter the theatre. We highlighted to them that the show is starting in 2 mins time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was filled with laughter and sad moments. Maybe, u can catch it to know where the funny parts are. :P Well, the saddest part was to learn that the house shared by the couple had a buyer. That made them think through why they had fought with each other all the while. The lady wanted to make a last reconcilition attempt, by inviting the guy to join her for a concert. Fate was cruel to her. The guy didnt turned up and she broke down into tears. I could feel her emotions, as I went through that phase in life before. She had sacrificed alot for the relationship, but the other person was not appreciative. A good ending was their friendship was intact a few years after they broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had coffee at Cafe Cartel following the end of the show. We shared more things of our life and the friendship is developing well. I would advise her to stay cheerful and take things easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115658432767098135?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115658432767098135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115658432767098135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115658432767098135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115658432767098135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/breaking-up-is-always-hard-thing-to.html' title='Breaking Up is always a hard thing to swallow'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115606638487477591</id><published>2006-08-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can your ex be that super hot??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/details_mysuperex.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/details_mysuperex.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An appointment was set for tuesday to see this movie. But, I brought it forward to avoid clashing with an office meeting, which might result in disappointment. Why I pick this movie? Not because of wendy's review. Haha. I wanted to check out how the guy will be punished for saying that he wanted a breakup. He and I have something in common, such as the frustrations he faced in the relationship and he never know that the relationship with a possessive female could be a nightmare. Life is ambiguous sometimes. U never know that the person who u love is always beside you until you have a bad encounter. A touching sight near the end of the show, where the couples were rightfully matched. There are plenty of funny conversations during the show, which can make ur laughter lasts. I can recommend this movie, but there are other good ones screening now too. It's your choice. After the 1 n 1/2 hr show, I requested my fren to join me for coffee at TCC. They have a huge variety of coffee to choose, much better than Coffee Bean. Did I catch the waitress wink at me? Maybe its my illusion. I gave her a smile in return. We chatted several issues and got to know each other better. Before we know it, they were closing for the day. I accompanied her on the train to talk with her further, up till her alighting station. Thereon, I had my MP3 to end the night on a high note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115606638487477591?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115606638487477591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115606638487477591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115606638487477591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115606638487477591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-your-ex-be-that-super-hot.html' title='Can your ex be that super hot??'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115596753513499155</id><published>2006-08-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Meet with Army Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/xiaolongbao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/xiaolongbao.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Army Buddy, Thing, smsed me if I was free to meet him for some catching up. He drove to fetch me up in the late morning and we went to pick up another fren, Yong, together. We went up to Yong's house, as he was still preparing. Said hi to his mum and discovered their resembiance. We decided to go Taka for Dim Sum, despite dressing in shorts, sandals and tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down at Crystal Jade 小龙包 restaurant. We ordered a feast. A main course for everyone and shared about 5 dishes of dim sum. My Wanton soup noodles have 6 big Wantons. Never took so many at one go. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/c4_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/c4_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like avoiding Wantons for a month after this meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our sumptous feast, I asked the guys to accompany me to shop for presents for my colleagues. Well, it didnt take long before I set my eyes on the ideal gifts. Bought a Pooh bear touch light and Tigger MP3 speakers. One of them likes Pooh, the other likes listening to music. Planning to present to them next tuesday during our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to West Coast Recreation Center for some pool and billard sessions. Havent been playing and I hitted more white balls than coloured ones in the holes. Haha. It was a cheap game, as we paid ten bucks for about 3 hours of games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115596753513499155?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115596753513499155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115596753513499155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115596753513499155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115596753513499155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/casual-meet-with-army-mates.html' title='Casual Meet with Army Mates'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115591036759559411</id><published>2006-08-12T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF - 金龙船 n KTV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/Kam%20boat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/400/Kam%20boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A public holiday in the middle of the week made this week a short one. I thought why waste a friday evening and go home after work? Paul was available on friday for a meal. Jason and Rebec were roped in as well. We met up at Marina Square Billy Bombers to decide where to have our dinner. I was given the choice to decide, and I picked this Kam Boat Dim Sum Kitchen from the list of dining places available on the directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were searching for the place in the big mall, call of nature came and I got to head to the Gents to negotiate a deal. Negotiation was smoother than I expected. Hehe. The restaurant was located where we came from initially. The management should do a better job to provide direction signs, since they have expanded. We had the deluxe meal as shown in the pamphlet, plus some dim sum. The manager was tactful to replace my tea with warm water, having heard that I am not having a good tummy. Felt like calling her "Mum". Haha. Plenty of jokes and sharing topics about our own experiences, as we tucked in the dishes served. Midway, the fireworks were displayed but we didnt catch much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, singing at Kbox continued. I had to go for another round of negotiation before I could settle down to start singing. As requested, I sang more than previous sessions. My voice is more suitable for english songs. Song after song we sang and crazed, until 3 am in the morning. It was my first to hang out till this time. Felt tired but fulfiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115591036759559411?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115591036759559411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115591036759559411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115591036759559411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115591036759559411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif-n-ktv.html' title='TGIF - 金龙船 n KTV'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115548149644424868</id><published>2006-08-09T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:22.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 41st Birthday to My Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/wallpaper9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/wallpaper9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the annual 9th of August that all Singaporeans are proud of. 41 years ago, Singapore announced its independence. Every year on this day, I stay home to wait for the NDP parade to be screened on tv in the evening. For the record books, this year was an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat was willing to catch the movie "Fast &amp;amp; Furious 2" with me. Haha. It was not easy to ask her out by the way. Her schedule was packed by her NIE training. I went to causeway point earlier to collect the tickets in advance. The theatre has shifted its location and I was unaware of that. Got to depend on the direction signs. She arrived just in time to enter the theatre. The show kicked off with very loud music. Many intense driving scenes and drivers performing drifts. I can only admire, as I cant perform those in real driving. But, I do play videogames and do those stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Pat suggested to go clementi Kbox for a singing session. She wanted to practise her vocal for a singing competition. It was a good opportunity to train my vocal too. I never sang so many songs in a 3 hr session before. She wanted me to try singing without stressing my throat. It's a hard technique to master though. Had a great time spent with Pat and I hope she felt the same way as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115548149644424868?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115548149644424868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115548149644424868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115548149644424868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115548149644424868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-41st-birthday-to-my-nation.html' title='Happy 41st Birthday to My Nation'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115547514186571884</id><published>2006-08-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:22.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotion Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/group_food_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The ladies in the office planned the dinner tonight. Two weeks ago, they wanted to go Swensen. But, I had an appointment to see a movie back then. Today, I was free to accompany them. The location to go was Lemon Grass Thai Restaurant at Heeren. Thai food wass a good choice for a change of food. Kim and I arrived earlier, as we knocked off at an earlier time. The dishes were pre-selected using the website and Kim took out a list to read out to the waitress. Haha. The titbits was a good appetitzer. We finished a whole basket before the rest joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes were served one after another and the thai waitresses were providing good services. As we were feasting, Cat was unlucky to have a stomach upset. I am her lucky star, as I got the medicine to cure it. It's my habit to carry some medicine with me. She felt better after consuming one tablet. Shortly after, we headed to Swensen to have Earth-quake ice cream for dessert. Our manager footed all the bills. Congrats to her promotion as our senior manager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115547514186571884?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115547514186571884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115547514186571884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115547514186571884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115547514186571884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/promotion-treat.html' title='Promotion Treat'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115486336309142740</id><published>2006-08-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:22.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Ticking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thought of waking up late to prepare for work was getting on my nerves. I am a systematic person, always planning my schedule to provide for contingencies. Went inside a hardware shop, which sells clocks. Browsed through their clocks display, and one caught my attention. It has Doraemon on it and my favourite colour is sky blue. There is a light function to use for dark areas. It should serve my purpose. I tink its a good buy for $8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed mummy what a cute thing I have. She asked if it is for someone. Chinese folks believe that we cant 送钟 (equivalent of sending u for the last ride). I guessed her age is catching up on her and she overlooked that before asking. I set the alarm to wake me up after a short nap in the noon. The sound was irritating, but it works great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115486336309142740?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115486336309142740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115486336309142740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115486336309142740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115486336309142740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/sound-of-ticking.html' title='The Sound of Ticking'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115485394353286202</id><published>2006-08-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:22.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Ur Mind, But Think Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/about_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/about_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A relaxation place with Paul, Jason n Eriko. We, guys are accustomed to dining and KTV as part of our programme. It's very nice of a lady to suggest the place, The Mind Cafe. A big thank you. 2 new friends were introduced by Eriko, Jimmy and Bonnie, to add on to our expanding friends network. Heard that Bonnie made an effort to come, despite carrying a foot injury. Hope she has a speedy recovery. We had a Mind Sixer Package at $48/- for 6 person for 2 hours of boardgames ,6 drinks of OUR CHOICE , 2 snacks and 1 tidbits of OUR CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it's game time. They have a huge collection of games to cater to our needs, in exchange for a small fee. We kicked things off with "Taboo". A party word game to lead other players to say the word on ur card. However, there are another 5 words which is the player's taboo. The 2nd game we tried was "You Are An Idiot". The person who picked this card is supposed to act stupid, even if he knows the answer. How about "Jenga" to test our stability?&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we took the board game "The Game of Life". A game which makes players go through every part and parcel of life. That's the end of our board gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 11.15pm. Time for us to foot the bill, as our gaming hours are due to lapse. We went back home, as the ladies have to be home early. Pat was online and I mentioned about this cafe we went to. She went to another one named &lt;a href="http://sg.settlerscafe.com/"&gt;"The Settlers"&lt;/a&gt;. We can try this another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115485394353286202?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115485394353286202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115485394353286202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115485394353286202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115485394353286202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/use-ur-mind-but-think-less.html' title='Use Ur Mind, But Think Less'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115477532961691800</id><published>2006-08-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:22.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is desperate?</title><content type='html'>RTO to resume my normal work after the seminar ended yesterday. Table was piled with incoming mails during my absence. Mailbox was filled with work related emails. Life gets more interesting, when you have to work at a faster pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tax assistant from EY gave me a ring. to thanked me for my prompt reply for their queries. I mentioned that I would clear it as part of my job. Back to my accounts closing, I managed to do some data entry for last min submitted accounts. Cat was getting stressed up for late submission of accounts. Pity her, but I always try to help her if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lunchtime and the weather turned bad all of a sudden. We ordered takeaways to be delivered to us. The delivery man was drenched, making us feel the guilt. We must finish the food for his sake. After a filling lunch, everyone discussed the topic of who is suitable for me in the office??? Haha. I sat there listening, as the ladies provided me with a list of candidates for my consideration. Are they anxious to see me getting hitched? Singlehood has its own merits, but I wont write off seeking a partner. One even asked my manager if she would accept my courtship. The proposal to me was I wont have to strive so much, as she is older than me. A nice try. Jokes aside and we got back to our desks for the serious matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115477532961691800?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115477532961691800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115477532961691800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115477532961691800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115477532961691800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-is-desperate.html' title='Who is desperate?'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115444402259799918</id><published>2006-08-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counselling to Write Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today marked the end of a 2 day course organised by British Council. Would it improve the quality of my letters and emails in future? I did received a handful of pointers to make my purpose of writing clear and concise. To attend such courses, you must be prepared to accept criticism of ur submissions. There was hardly any instances to get away with a perfect answer. A certificate was given by the speaker to each individual who completed the course. I had my copy, but the name printed was wrong. What went wrong is a puzzle unsolved. The amendment was done swiftly and I got the proper one. Overall, it was worth the sacrifice of office hours to enrich myself. I believe I will be more efficient in drafting letters from now on. A tip to anyone is to write using plain english than bombastic english. The vocabulary can be impressive, but the purpose of the letter may not be obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115444402259799918?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115444402259799918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115444402259799918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115444402259799918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115444402259799918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/08/counselling-to-write-better.html' title='Counselling to Write Better'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115423283109907966</id><published>2006-07-29T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:19.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible to Match Make?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/details_lakehouse.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/details_lakehouse.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After work, 2 colleagues (Cat &amp;amp; Kim) and I went for a movie. Our main intention was to let Kim's sister meet Cat's fren. Hope that they may become lovers one day. Hehe. Cat brought along her boyfriend as well. So, I tagged along to accompany Kim or she might be the odd one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought nachos and treated the ladies to drinks. Kim was to share nachos with me, but she only ate 4 pieces in the end. Watched a touching movie and drank coke in substitute of alcohol to drown my sorrows. Haha. Hmm, Wendy also watched the same movie. Did we feel the same for the touching scenes at the end? Sandra Bullock requested Keanu Reeves to wait for 2 years to see her, knowing that he will die if he meets her on that day. If I am Keanu and my ex is Sandra, would I have waited for her? But my real life was not that sweet. She chose to leave and I cant do much about it. *Slap myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of good concealment, frens never noticed that I had wept during the show. Dinner is next on agenda. I had a sandwich and couldnt even finish it. It must be related to my emotional level. The last of all is having beancurd for dessert. Went separate ways thereafter, and I managed to catch the last bus before midnight. Had someone to accompany me thru sms on the ride home. *Sweet*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115423283109907966?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115423283109907966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115423283109907966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115423283109907966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115423283109907966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/possible-to-match-make.html' title='Possible to Match Make?'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115418122711121981</id><published>2006-07-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Reporting Updates</title><content type='html'>A seminar organised by Ernst &amp; Young Singapore to update us on the latest changes in Financial Reporting Standards (FRS). I was never given an opportunity in the past, as the previous company hardly believed in the importance of retraining workers. I did mentioned before that my manager managed to sign me and the accountant, Cat, on a complimentary basis. Indirectly, it meant we were not exhausting our training budget allocated to us. Nice deal. Things are never arranged perfectly, as the hours to spend in office to close accounts were being sacrificed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity tags were issued to us upon registration. We picked our seats near the middle section of the hall. Several speakers took their turns to feed us with the various updates.&lt;br /&gt;The order of updates is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;- Amendments in 2006&lt;br /&gt;- Application of FRS 39&lt;br /&gt;- A test for Impairment&lt;br /&gt;- Companies Act and its implications of accounting&lt;br /&gt;- Changes beyond 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes served for lunch were reasonable, enough to fill our small appetite. After lunch, the second half continued. Cat was starting to doze off. Hehe. Teased her that it was not a boring talk. The Q&amp;A session ended about 5pm. There was a question, which the lawyer and accountant can't answer and push to one another (No Man's Land). I had to rush for night classes, bidding goodbye to Cat at the train station. Dinner at Delifrance to kill some time before a gruelling 3 hours of performance management.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115418122711121981?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115418122711121981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115418122711121981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115418122711121981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115418122711121981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/financial-reporting-updates.html' title='Financial Reporting Updates'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115383624308924779</id><published>2006-07-23T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-arranged meetup</title><content type='html'>Paul and Jason had agreed to meet at the Heeren's Marche for a dinner. I thought the group would be big, but the rest was not available. A pity that even Rebec had her own commitments too. It was most welcomed for paul's fren to join us, even though all of us are guys. Never expect that she brought her fren along too. Most of the shops on level 1 Heeren were closed, as they are under renovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining venue switched to a Hongkong concept restaurant inside Cineleisure. Paul and Jason had recommended it. Quite cosy and popular, but the service was below par. We waited for our desserts for some time, before it was served upon our reminder. The 2 ladies were chatty and everyone was chipping in the conversation. As always, I performed my listening role. Thank goodness that I was noticed by Eriko. Haha. The ladies mentioned that they missed singing and we headed for "The One".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was greatly impressed by their crystal clear voice. Jason was up to his mischief in picking retro songs. I sang a couple of duet, before I called it a day. My voice can be lost easily, if I strain my throat too much. Jason had another appointment to rush, while the 4 of us shared a cab home. I send Audrey, Paul and Eriko home, before the cab goes to my place as the last destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115383624308924779?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115383624308924779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115383624308924779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115383624308924779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115383624308924779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/pre-arranged-meetup.html' title='Pre-arranged meetup'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115383317778456416</id><published>2006-07-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish that cant be realised</title><content type='html'>Celebrated her birthday with her for the first time. I brought along the perfume nicely wrapped up to present to her. When is the suitable time to pass to her? Though it was sunday, she had to work for half a day. Met her at bugis control station. We held each other's hand. I know we will be enjoying this day with each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her a choice to pick the food, which she liked to have. Such a coincidence to have Sakae with most of my friends. She was not an exception as well. While filling our tummy with food, she gave me a phone sling to see me attach it instantly. She had the other matching one on her mobile. Hehe. Permitted her to open up the gift and she was surprised to see her favourite brand. We had a nice neo photo together. I had to send her home early. The time spent together was shortlived but of quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and saw her in MSN. I sensed that she was trying her best to instil confidence in me that she is my next one. I can't bear to see a nice girl suffer for me, as I had suffered alot for my first love. I have my ideals to pursue and love is not my priority. My heart is aching again. I requested to resume my position as a good fren and let the relationship be a thing of the past. Bao bei would be blessed with a guy who can fulfil her dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115383317778456416?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115383317778456416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115383317778456416&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115383317778456416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115383317778456416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/wish-that-cant-be-realised.html' title='A wish that cant be realised'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115293712445232047</id><published>2006-07-15T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poll - Ladies' fragrances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/NM-0NUE_mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/400/NM-0NUE_mp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was browsing through the shelves of a fragrance shop and selected the above choices. All the bottles were rather unique for every brand. Require a poll from the ladies of which would be your preferred choice.&lt;br /&gt;Left: Gucci Envy Me 2&lt;br /&gt;Top Right: Ralph Lauren Romance&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Right: Estee Lauder Beyond Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you dont pick any, maybe you can leave me your personal choice as a reference? I will surely take into consideration before making any purchase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115293712445232047?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115293712445232047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115293712445232047&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115293712445232047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115293712445232047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/poll-ladies-fragrances.html' title='A poll - Ladies&apos; fragrances'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115293291209494974</id><published>2006-07-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Class Commenced</title><content type='html'>After a break of 1 n 1/2 months, it is time to go back to Financial Training Center (FTC). This time round is quite special, as Paul is not attending the class with me. After the exams in mid June, I wanted to sign up the class for my next paper. Paul was having second thoughts about signing up, even though he convinced me to switch my option from Audit to Performance Management. I think having a fren to attend class together will be much better. He chose to wait for the results in mid Aug, before he decides his next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the class just in time before the lecturer arrived. No time for my dinner, but was entertained by the lecturer's crap. From past trends, this paper has highest failure rates. But, I find this a challenge and more relevant to my future. If I don't succeed as a financial accountant, maybe I can excel as a management accountant. Hehe. My new job has been giving me many exposures in a range of areas like never before. I should be on track to realise my dream with both work and education development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended late as expected and I was surprised I didnt doze off in class. Usually, I would hold my pen, heads down and close my eyes. Haha. While on the bus back home, I sat at the last row and a young couple was doing hanky panky. Are they trying to impress that they can do it anywhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115293291209494974?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115293291209494974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115293291209494974&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115293291209494974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115293291209494974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-class-commenced.html' title='New Class Commenced'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115293033255613728</id><published>2006-07-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As lucky as Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/details_jml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/details_jml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashley Albright (LINDSAY LOHAN) is the luckiest woman in the world, a person to whom all the good things in life have come far too easily. She can pick a lottery ticket at random and hit the jackpot. In New York, the world's busiest city, Ashley never has to wait for a cab. And she has a terrific job as an account exec at a prestigious public relations firm. Everything goes Ashley's way. And now, she's been given a great opportunity to advance her career: she is to plan a masquerade ball in downtown Manhattan for record mogul Damon Phillips (Faizon Love) and his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake (CHRIS PINE), on the other hand, is a bad luck magnet. His skies are always raining; his pants are always on the verge of splitting at the seams. His job is cleaning toilets at a bowling alley. But even a steady bombardment of catastrophes doesn't dim Jake's dreams. He thinks he may have his chance at the brass ring with his discovery of a rock band McFly. If Jake can keep his bad luck at bay for just one night, he'll sneak into a masquerade ball and get McFly's CD into the hands of music titan Damon Phillips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this night when dreams can be made or broken, fate brings Ashley and Jake together on the dance floor. Instantly taken with one another, they share an electrifyingly kiss and with that one kiss, their luck switches places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Ashley's dress rips. Her heel breaks. Her good luck seems to have finally run out. Jake, in his rush to catch Phillips before he leaves, ends up saving the record mogul's life and earning with that one simple twist of fate, the chance to make all his dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ashley desperately races to regain the luck she blithely took for granted, she begins to see that it's not so much having good luck but what you do with it that counts, and that her greatest chance of redemption lies with the guy who holds the key to her sudden change of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review:&lt;br /&gt;Having seen this movie with a fren, a word of advice is to watch it with ur lover. After all, its a romance movie about sacrifice. The couple had to undergo their fair share of bad luck, before they realised that nothing else really matters. They believed their counterpart needed the luck more than themselves, and the only best consolation to their bad luck was to meet their beloved. I think nowadays the real world is too far from this fairytale. Selfishness, back stabbing, betrayal, etc...... Nonetheless, I still adopt a positive perception of everyone until they really prove me wrong. After the movie, I did sent her home. Does 2 consecutive weeks of meeting do us any good or?? Sooner or later, the bond will strengthen before we even realise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115293033255613728?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115293033255613728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115293033255613728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115293033255613728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115293033255613728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-lucky-as-her.html' title='As lucky as Her?'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115235373637709738</id><published>2006-07-08T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience does it all</title><content type='html'>The Apache - Attack Helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000749.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/400/P1000749.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honda Sportster &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/400/P1000752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nissan Racing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000749.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/400/P1000753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115235373637709738?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115235373637709738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115235373637709738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115235373637709738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115235373637709738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/patience-does-it-all.html' title='Patience does it all'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115234246809294130</id><published>2006-07-06T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrolled for Seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/seminar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/seminar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M sent me an email asking if I wanted to go for this seminar. I know the company provides a training budget for each individual every year. But, I will only be entitled to it after my job confirmation. Highlighted this issue with M. Somehow, she had her connections with the company. She managed to enrol me and my colleague for it on complimentary basis. That saved the company $600 fees payable. This seminar is the first on this job after the last one I had 2 years ago. It's a whole day event and lunch is provided. I hope it will be in the hotel buffet. Hehe. Upon confirmation, I will be sourcing out more seminars to utilise the budget for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115234246809294130?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115234246809294130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115234246809294130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115234246809294130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115234246809294130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/enrolled-for-seminar.html' title='Enrolled for Seminar'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115234075009235392</id><published>2006-07-05T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ray of hope</title><content type='html'>After a long day of hard work, I headed for Toa Payoh Entertainment Centre. Purpose? To meet a friend. This will be our first meet (my first time that a girl agreed to meet without hesitation), but only she knows how i look like. I got some hints from her from our previous conversations though. 35kg, 23 inch, 152cm. Sounds like the description of a wanted person. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 tickets with her consent to catch a movie. Was messaging someone and she tapped my shoulder. I was surprised that she was more friendly in person. We had a quick Mac dinner, as time was running short. So rush that we had to give up our french fries or we would miss the start of the show. While we chatted, I realised she is a university grad than a diploma grad. I got her information wrong from the start. She was wearing halter back specially for meeting me, since her occupation prohibits her from provocative dressing. I appreciate her effort in that, while I was in my usual working attire. Over the duration of the movie, we focused ourselves on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, I offered to see her home in the late hours of the night. Took the bus with her and our conversation continued throughout the journey. The walking distance between her place and bus stop was pitch dark and she dares to walk it every night. A brave girl she is. She allowed me to see her up till her void deck. I guessed she must be feeling awkward towards me. Headed home via cab and she left me a note that I have presented myself well. Was I making a presentation? Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115234075009235392?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115234075009235392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115234075009235392&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115234075009235392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115234075009235392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/ray-of-hope.html' title='A ray of hope'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115185050105358334</id><published>2006-07-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugged by Emotions</title><content type='html'>Had an appointment to catch a movie with someone. Somehow, we went thru a few hiccups before setting the timing to watch it. I waited at the Woodlands MRT at 5.15pm. Time passed quickly, and shortly at 5.40pm, the show has commenced but no sight of her. Gave her numerous calls and still couldnt contact her. Worried for her? Probably. I still continued to wait up to 6.45pm. Called it a day and came back a fruitless day. Mum noticed that I came back so early and found something amiss. I headed straight into my room and closed the door. I didnt wan to speak to anyone. I needed some silence to sort my thoughts out. Was checking my mailbox and came across her email to me. Eventually, there was at least a response.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Channel U was screening 天.....使我爱你 tonight. The drama was a catalyst to my emotions. The female leading actress has moved me with her devotion towards her missing partner. Waiting for her partner for 3 years, hoping for his return. He did returned to fulfil his wish for her happiness through match-making her with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Made me wonder what can I do for her? I had a wish to do a miniature model for her. Something meaningful and my patience would be put to good use. Will be working on the one shown. I may not present to her when its done. Asking her to accept it may lead to a misunderstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115185050105358334?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115185050105358334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115185050105358334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115185050105358334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115185050105358334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/07/bugged-by-emotions.html' title='Bugged by Emotions'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115150544715290942</id><published>2006-06-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagued with Sadness</title><content type='html'>I have befriended some new friends, ever since I got over my disheartening woes. Till today, most of them have encountered the same problem as I did. Made me wondered why the bfs were not faithful to their beloved gfs. I wished for a faithful gf, but with no luck. On the other hand, these guys who are blessed with nice gfs don't appreciate their girls. For my fellow friends who are attached, I hope all of you would be happily married in the years to come. An encouragement for the rest who are singles to not give up hope. Has singlehood bring new developments to my love aftermath? It certainly does provide me with some flexibility in my personal plans. Along my route to recovery, a few girls have surfaced and touched me in different ways. But, I held back my feelings for fear of any dreadful encounter. Hopefully, a lady can place her faith in me and I shall repay that faith wholeheartedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115150544715290942?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115150544715290942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115150544715290942&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115150544715290942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115150544715290942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/plagued-with-sadness.html' title='Plagued with Sadness'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115116040633975421</id><published>2006-06-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Acquisitions</title><content type='html'>A free PDA phone from Starhub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new model kit to work on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A new PC game to conquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/logo.jpg" 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/19545016-115116040633975421?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115116040633975421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115116040633975421&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115116040633975421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115116040633975421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-acquisitions.html' title='New Acquisitions'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115115699672619432</id><published>2006-06-24T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Happenings</title><content type='html'>Came back at 3 am this morning after a gathering with my 豬朋狗友. My eyes were tired and I fell asleep watching France vs Togo match. Felt rather guilty that my mum stayed up waiting for me, despite my sms to her to sleep early. Deep inside her heart, I am her precious son after the failure of my brothers not performing their roles properly. Mum had to worry for my eldest brother's financial woes after his marriage. On the other hand, my elder brother is not making any contribution to the household, using his car loan liability as an excuse. Dad told me to not let my mum worry too much, as she is already hearing impaired. I reassured her that I am sensible enough to manage my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, I applied for half day leave to collect some freebies for my Maxonline Upgrade. My colleague was affected as well. While accessing the leave application database, I discovered that 2 days of family care leave was taken out of my leave balance. My pay was also reduced by a medical claim reimbursed to me last month. Most probably, the HR has straightened out their policy to award that upon my job confirmation. One more month to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115115699672619432?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115115699672619432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115115699672619432&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115115699672619432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115115699672619432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-happenings.html' title='Week Happenings'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-115054227095826059</id><published>2006-06-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Out</title><content type='html'>During the week, I received a letter from UOB about rejecting my corporate card application. They stated they had given due consideration, but I didn't meet the minimum salary requirement by MAS. Perhaps, it's time I give due consideration to withdraw all my savings with UOB. After all, their interest rates have not been competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 consecutive fridays, I planned to go Marina Square to pick a model kit to work on. Lady Luck has not been with me and I had to forgo hobby for overtime work. Sad thing to happen. A good thing that I wasn't alone with the company of my colleague. She had her own work problems to be troubled about. Its near 2 months since we both joined, but there are still many things to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home last night to see my dad catching the World cup match (Argentina v Serbia &amp;amp; Montenegro). Sat down with him to see the second half. Based on Argentina's performance, I am certain they can progress quite far in this tournament. To play my part as a supporter, I have placed a small bet on them being the crowned champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my mind that I didnt purchase pc games for quite a while. I have zoomed down to 2 choices, namely "Rush for Berlin" and "Heroes 5". My preference would be "Rush for Berlin", as I am fond of playing real time strategy games. "Heroes 5" has a high review rating to contest my decision. Quite a hefty price of 50 dollars to pay for an original game. I need to get my money worth on the right game to purchase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-115054227095826059?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/115054227095826059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=115054227095826059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115054227095826059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/115054227095826059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-out.html' title='Missing Out'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114995089002178043</id><published>2006-06-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAd Thoughts Upset Relaxed DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/photo_28_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/photo_28_hires.jpg" width="439" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came home late after overtime with my colleague, as she was alone. Helped her to complete some of her tasks to meet the deadline on Monday. It's her peak period, after I had my share of it. We went for a satay feast, just below our office building. The meat was extremely juicy. Got myself a Pepper Drumlets Meal from Mac to enjoy it while watching the World Cup opening match. I felt like a glutton to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning had a emotional breakdown. Some friends have been nice towards me, but I am having a phobia to be a recipient to sweetness. Recalled all the sweetness in her had evolved into a different person. Should I enrol for SDU to know more people? Read from an article that it organises blind dates for singles. Maybe I will be fated to meet that someone. Rented 3 VCDs (Jarhead, Memoirs of Geisha, Everyone has secrets) to relax myself after the week's exam ordeal. Hope my friend is calming himself, while he is working hard on his books. There is still life after his books. So, dun be overstress about it. I am packing my notes up, wishing that I wont need it a second time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114995089002178043?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114995089002178043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114995089002178043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114995089002178043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114995089002178043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/sad-thoughts-upset-relaxed-day.html' title='SAd Thoughts Upset Relaxed DAY'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114969006721931968</id><published>2006-06-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/hsc1195l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/hsc1195l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End of all my hard work for the past few days. Had bottles of bird nests, whilst enclosing myself within my room to have full focus on one goal of passing this attempt of Paper 3.2. Woke up early to refresh my memory of all the study materials. A lot of statues and tax terms flashed in my mind. Mum prepared a good lunch for me, but I was in a rush. The exam at Expo Centre will start at 3pm and I left home at Bukit Batok at 1.30pm. Should be enough time right? But, the train at Tanah Merah was delayed for 15 mins. Eventually, I walked into the exam hall at 2.45pm. The question paper was about to be distributed. This marked the starting point of my tough luck in the hall. Over the 3 hours duration, my mind remained unsettled. As I attempted one question after another, all the answers became more uncertain. Saw Paul after the exams were over. He had a tough time as well. I thought the examiner was extremely harsh on us. Keeping my fingers crossed till the results are out in late August. Looking forward to a reunion with my work desk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114969006721931968?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114969006721931968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114969006721931968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114969006721931968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114969006721931968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114935233415004753</id><published>2006-06-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings of Tempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was revising my studies today, I remembered J mentioned about a dinner gathering which they will be having in the evening. Sent him an sms to confirm where they will be having it. The temptation to divert from my books was great. But, I was hesitant about joining due to time constraint. In the end, I sticked to my priority to revise for this half-yearly exam. It was a tough decision to choose either having good food or better exam results. I hoped they had a good time, despite my absence. An application form for a UOB corporate card was given to me with my company's endorsement. Never expected this to be an entitlement to me, since I am holding a finance position. I was contemplating to sign up for the card, with due consideration of its annual fees waiver. Will credit cards help to improve my life or develop bad habits of spending? My bro has been carrying a huge debt owing to credit card companies, which I have learnt a lesson through his bad experiences. I shall send in the application and keep my spending under control. Probably, the various discounts that I can get thru its usage may save me more money than making purchases without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114935233415004753?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114935233415004753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114935233415004753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114935233415004753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114935233415004753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/feelings-of-tempt.html' title='Feelings of Tempt'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114926728858175093</id><published>2006-06-02T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Workflow</title><content type='html'>Wondering how my fellow bloggers are?? Though I have not been updating my blog on weekdays, I am still reading your blog if anyone is not aware. This whole week being bothered by more overtime clocking. This was my 2nd attempt in doing forecasts for a few companies' accounts under my care. I have never enjoyed doing budgets nor forecasts in the past, as I felt its a waste of time. Basically, whatever that u can project, it cant be a true reflection of the future. While learning the ropes at work, I came to realise that the satisfaction of producing a best estimate budget could enable proper planning for a business. When the actual results were derived, the comparison against budgetary figures to explain variances require another level of skill. I suppose most people would not like to do analysis work, as it involves alot of brainpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, I met up with my fren to watch Xmen 3. Had dinner at Siam Kitchen restaurant. We picked a set meal for 3 pax, but was rejected for our order. The reason was the meal was meant for 2 pax. If I had suggested to pay for 3 pax, regardless of only the 2 of us, there would be no reason for him to reject. There was a buffet going on, but the 20 dishes provided were too much for us to handle. I shall try that buffet next time, when I am a great appetite. While I were in the theatre, I recalled that Lingsi will be flying off to HK tonight. She must be pretty sad that I never sms her before she got on the plane. Hope she had a nice business trip, though she was reluctant to go. Tomorrow will be the launch of a series of revision for 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114926728858175093?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114926728858175093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114926728858175093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114926728858175093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114926728858175093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/06/heavy-workflow.html' title='Heavy Workflow'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114882809838201401</id><published>2006-05-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Luck for Kimi</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching the Monaco Grand Prix for Formula 1. I witnessed my favourite team in pursue of the Renault team. I dislike Fernando Alonso for being fortunate enough to be in a good team, despite his young age. Most drivers wont have the chance to win GP like him, when they just join F1. But, I heard that he would be joining Mercedes next season. Nonetheless, I still support Kimi Raikkonen all the way, ever since he succeeded Mika Hakkinen's absence. Today's race was more exciting to be taking place in the streets of Monaco. Becoz of the low possibility of over-taking, strategies of each team would be crucial in securing a win. Poor Kimi was such a perserved driver to be sticking on the tail of the leader, Fernando, from the start. But, his luck went out after an engine failure. Althought I wish to see him win races, his car brings him down whenever he is running a good race. I can sense his disappointment, as he got out of the car looking down. Best of luck to Kimi for the next race!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114882809838201401?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114882809838201401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114882809838201401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114882809838201401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114882809838201401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/tough-luck-for-kimi.html' title='Tough Luck for Kimi'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114882700198926563</id><published>2006-05-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Soulmate</title><content type='html'>Started my revision on this morn till mid noon. Received SMSes from a fren regarding her bf being unreasonable. The funny thing was for him to request for a breakup, but ended up cancelling out his own request. That made my fren even more confused. She was becoming more exhausted by this relationship, but I could only lend her my ears to listen. Being a past victim, how could I advise her well? She requested for me to meet her later in the evening after her church service, as she needed someone's company. The initial plan was to see her next wednesday, but she brought forward it. Seeing that constant revision would not be advisable, I met up with her to take a few hours of my books. Offered to treat her to Swensen's ice cream, as she didn't had a good appetite. After the light meal, we took the train and I walked her home as well. Her moods have lightened a little after we parted. The unfortunate thing was to hear nasty things from her bf again before she turned in. She does have some health problems, and I hope she could be more decisive on the future of the relationship before her health deteriorates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114882700198926563?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114882700198926563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114882700198926563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114882700198926563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114882700198926563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-soulmate.html' title='Being a Soulmate'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114848181940208829</id><published>2006-05-24T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tactical Planning</title><content type='html'>Had been knocking off work early to prepare for my exams due in 2 weeks time. No regular revision on weekly basis, but I shall maximise revision time from now on. I am pacing myself at work in anticipation of an extremely tight deadline next week. Wish to finish work properly before going on leave without worries, but life isnt always so smooth flowing. With a new assignment and a midyear review coming, I have my hands full. It's a new aspect that I am learning to cope with. Everytime I start flipping pages of my notes, I will be dozing off. Haha. Paul would know how I slept while listening to a lecture. Very tired coping with work and studies. It's not the feeling of giving up, but how long I would take to complete. One colleague also struggling with this course as well. I wonder why certificates are essential to prove ur worth, when having a brain is good enough to let us think. Why must we load our brain with so much info? Will my skull crack open if it undertake too much pressure? Maybe, I will see blood flowing down my forehead, rather than sweat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114848181940208829?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114848181940208829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114848181940208829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114848181940208829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114848181940208829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/tactical-planning.html' title='Tactical Planning'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114830690937099774</id><published>2006-05-22T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Cold Sweat</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning having cold sweat. Had a nightmare about my ex last night. I could only recall seeing her being kidnapped and was brutalised within my sight. It was beyond my imagination. I felt terrible being a witness to her suffering. Havent been thinking of her, but the concern for her still exists even as a friend. Smsed her to ask if she was ok. An open invitation to meet up to catch up on things, if she has any free time. Certainly,  we would be having jap food if we do meet. Haha. Had another surprise while working. Was asking M about some questions. Suddenly, she mentioned about a recommendation for me to take on another set of accounts. Having some thoughts about it. Is it a challenge for me to take it on? I am just into my 1st month with the firm, but everything seems like a honeymoon. Time for reality check. Nevertheless, I accepted it to put my work efficiency to a test after having the long break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114830690937099774?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114830690937099774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114830690937099774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114830690937099774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114830690937099774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/moments-of-cold-sweat.html' title='Moments of Cold Sweat'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114813910102545103</id><published>2006-05-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Entertaining Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/acecombat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/acecombat.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Postponed my revision for my June exams, as my study mood has not surround my mind. I believe in effective study only when I am committed to my books. Rented 1 DVD to relax myself, since its a weekend. The title is "Fun with Dick &amp; Jane". Highly entertained by Jim Carrey's silly moves. While commiting a robbery with his wife at a cafe, he asked for 2 ice mochas. His wife even flipped over the entire cashier counter in the process. Before leaving, they grabbed some nice cakes too. Also went to the gaming shop to grab a PS2 game "Ace Combat Zero". I think it will be the last in the "Ace Combat" series, before PS3 arrive in SG next year. I will start saving to lay my hands on a PS3, hopefully the launch price wont be over-priced. Got this game, becoz of its highly-rated reviews. I always research before I make a purchase, as there is no demo available for testing. Whole afternoon was a pilot sitting in the cockpit of a fighter plane. Totally glued to engaging enemy planes in dogfights. Came online, but not many people around in MSN. Where is everyone????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114813910102545103?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114813910102545103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114813910102545103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114813910102545103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114813910102545103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/self-entertaining-saturday.html' title='Self Entertaining Saturday'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114813153783700044</id><published>2006-05-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable Meeting - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Received an email from Lingsi that her annual audit has come to an end, which meant that we would be meeting after waiting for many years. Her promise fulfilment gave me a heartfelt consolation. After all, our friendship has been quite long lasting, which started 13 years ago. But, our number of meetings could be counted using our fingers. We agreed to bring forward the meeting after last night conversation to reduce her tight schedule next week. Headed for bugis junction after a long day of budgeting headache at work. The train was so packed, nearly caused me to be late. She had a liking for jap food and I compromised to her request. Finally saw her without contact lens, not withstanding that her same personality still exist. Went to a jap restaurant with a non-enticing menu, consisting of main courses mostly with few choices of small dishes. Settled for Sakae, which was more appealing. I used to avoid this place due to some bad memories, but not anymore. Shared a big feast, until I struggled to finish the last dish. To mention a few dishes we had: Ebi Tempura Ramen, 山菜, soft shell crabs, chicken katsu, fried maki, etc... Was the atmosphere as cold as she foreseen? Probably not, since we chatted about the past, present and future. Really hope to attend her wedding soon, since I didnt attend any wedding dinner since 2004. Got the hint? But, she has many obstacles to clear first. Her bf picked her up to see her home. Could he be thinking I am a dangerous person to be with? If he don't show care and concern for her, maybe I help him in the near future? Hehe. I took the train home with the company of my MP3 player. Was this meetup as sweet as honey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114813153783700044?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114813153783700044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114813153783700044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114813153783700044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114813153783700044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/inevitable-meeting-part-3.html' title='Inevitable Meeting - Part 3'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114787694258075073</id><published>2006-05-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should a new journey commence?</title><content type='html'>It is approaching 6 months since my last relationship has ended. Within this period of time, I got to know many friends, whom I treasured their friendships. There were times when I felt helpless without being with my loved one. The first relationship has left a permanent scar within myself. Knew another girl during the recovery period, whose stead has forsake her for some reason. Through our communication, I could feel that she is the type of girl, which I have been looking for. I met her for the first time as I mentioned. Her appearance surprised me, as her shy behaviour did not complement her chubby character. After this meetup, I felt that I should ask her out on a frequent basis to build up a relationship. At the same time, my heart is feeling heavy. Before I approach further, I am afraid to face up to any possibility of rejection. If she feels awkward towards my approach, I may end up losing a good friend in the process. Maybe, that's the price to pay. If the outcome is good, I would be a happy man. Otherwise, I could be dealt with another heavy blow to my heart. Has the time come for another love to blossom? How would she feel if I reach out to hold her hands suddenly on a date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114787694258075073?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114787694258075073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114787694258075073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114787694258075073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114787694258075073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/should-new-journey-commence.html' title='Should a new journey commence?'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114762061398625728</id><published>2006-05-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable Meeting - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Another highly anticipated day to meet a nice online fren. Has been chatting with her for quite a while and her exams were finally over. She picked Jurong Point, as she would be going there to get something. Arranged to meet at 1 pm, but she was slightly delayed in the last min. I went for some window shopping, hoping to meet my ex if she was there. This was her home turf. I wanted to witness how she would react, if she sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time and saw her walking towards me. I thought she would be putting on her glasses, but she didnt. Instead, her contact lens were on. Saw a different side of her, which she mentioned her eyes were bigger with contact lens on. Dunno about the difference. Brought her to dine at Billy Bombers, since she never tried that before. My initial booking of the movie time slot was on scheduled, as we finished the lunch on time to catch it. Poseidon, another blockbuster, which caught my attention through its advertisements. The huge tide which capsized Poseidon was the most captivating moment. We were both glued to the screen. After the show has ended, she accompanied me to purchase some food for my little Jacky. She was looking at the puppies, while I selected the things I needed. She got some straws for folding stars as well. I was in a rush to meet my family for a dinner outside and she handed me a box of her self-made cookies. Didnt expect that coming from her. Had the feeling of "幸福", which I seldom experienced. I am starting to like her even more. Hope our relationship will blossom in time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114762061398625728?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114762061398625728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114762061398625728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114762061398625728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114762061398625728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/inevitable-meeting-part-2.html' title='Inevitable Meeting - Part 2'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114753389854744384</id><published>2006-05-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable Meeting</title><content type='html'>Start of a long weekend, as today is Vesak Day. Made a trip to the temple with my parents to get blessings from Buddha, as we are buddhists. The queue for the vegetarian lunch was too long, and I couldn't wait. Went to have some noodles with them at a nearby coffeeshop instead. Had a meetup with Wendy and Paul in the afternoon for a movie date. After several unsuccessful attempts to ask her out, Wendy has agreed to meet up at last. 3 of us wanted to catch "Mission Impossible III" together, since it was a box office hit. Very thoughtful of Wendy to make advance booking for the tickets. I bought the popcorn and nachos combo for ourselves. It has been a week since the movie was screened, but it is still drawing many movie goers. Nowadays, the movie tickets' price is ever escalating. When will be the time where I cant stand any more price hike? Had a feast at Cafe Cartel, but their service was not up to our expectations. I helped myself to the ice water and chill sauce. However, the serving for our food was quite filling. Just some chatting and the time was 9 pm already. Had to say goodbye once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114753389854744384?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114753389854744384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114753389854744384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114753389854744384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114753389854744384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/inevitable-meeting.html' title='Inevitable Meeting'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114727026400133475</id><published>2006-05-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the Neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/cgan464l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/cgan464l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I wanted to get up to prepare myself to go work, I felt a sharp pain on my neck. Was bedridden. I slept a little longer, and went to visit the doctor. Not in a good condition to work. A female doc browsed my medical records and asked if the last time I went to visit them was in year 2000. I was surprised on hearing that. But, records dont lie. My condition was caused by long hours of computing work, which was part and puzzle of my work. I requested for a jab to relax my muscles for faster recovery. The MC she gave me covered 2 days, but I will only rest for today. Work resumes tomorrow, if my condition improves. Went to open a CPF investment account with DBS. I would be making my first investment move to buy a unit trust. Another fren would be joining me in this, which we hope to gain or lose on a 50-50 basis. Wish me luck.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114727026400133475?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114727026400133475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114727026400133475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114727026400133475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114727026400133475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/pain-in-neck.html' title='Pain in the Neck'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114717971699567658</id><published>2006-05-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SE - W800i Way to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/CWS31AFW_12965high_1516_0_4000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/CWS31AFW_12965high_1516_0_4000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time really flies. 3 months ago, I was annoyed by my Nokia 6260. After the lunar new year, I went to purchase a Motorola V3i, thinking that the phone may suit my needs better. A week ago, I was itching to change my V3i, due to its laggy response from its functions. Yesterday, I set my eyes on a Sony Ericsson model W800i. Today,  I decided to make the swop. As expected, the queue at the M1 shop was extremely long. Took the queue no. 167. But, it was only at 75. Why the shop have so many counters serving, but their service was still so slow? Even those queuing at the express counter were not better off. Alternatively, I went to another shop that sold phones without contract at a lower price. Traded in my V3i and topped up some cash, after  negotiations with the shop owner were finalised. Tested my new mobile on the spot and it hanged at the main screen. Ops. Was it a bad omen? I think probably it was one of the few fault ones among the shipment. Had another one to try to my satisfaction. Brought home my new toy, but it had to be charged for 12 hours or longer. The anxiety to test its functions is building up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114717971699567658?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114717971699567658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114717971699567658&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114717971699567658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114717971699567658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/se-w800i-way-to-go.html' title='SE - W800i Way to Go'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114701682441867365</id><published>2006-05-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:17.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oily Friday in Dome</title><content type='html'>After another week of overtime for helping my superior for her submission, I managed to call the day off on time today. All thanks to a dinner date at Suntec. I think I like friday more with this new job on hand, as I wont hav to work on any saturday. Met Paul and Jason at Suntec, but due to unforeseen full booking, we had to switch to dine at Olio Dome. Either way, I am a patron to good food. The prices on the menu were not so pleasant to my eyes. I didnt feel their serving would be big enough for me, as I have a big appetite. But, I still chose the Hawaii Pork Ribs for my main course with a mushroom soup of the day. Olio Smoothies as my drink to soothe my throat. Paul's brother was the entertainer of the night, as he was a never ending talker. He felt I looked different with my work outfit, which I thought was not special. The dessert to finish off my dinner was Fluffy Pancakes with durian paste. The durian paste had a weird taste, which Jason and I felt funny. Paul's bro had banana split, leading me to recall my bad experience in Redang. After we settled the bill, we went to several mobile shops to have a look at some new mobiles in the market. My hands were getting itchy to get rid of my V3I for a Sony Ericsson model. I know I wont be able to hold on for long, as I would be bothered by the issue if unsettled. Went for some drinks at TCC @ Citylink to kill some time by chatting before all of us took the last second train to head home. Thanks guys for a sweet friday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114701682441867365?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114701682441867365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114701682441867365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114701682441867365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114701682441867365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/05/oily-friday-in-dome.html' title='Oily Friday in Dome'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114701222730470079</id><published>2006-04-29T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi cum KTV</title><content type='html'>Had a gruelling week of work, even though it's just my first week. The pressure to submit the report by yesterday has pushed me to do overtime for most of the week. Met Paul, Rebec, Krys and Jason for a gathering, which should give me a well-deserved break. Location was supposed to be Olio Dome at Wheel Lock Place. But, there was no more outlet anymore. We settled for Sakae Sushi, with everyone's consensus. Stella was late for some personal reasons. But, we tucked in the feast first. The rest were very good with Jap food, enjoying the ginger and wasabi. I would be better in western food. Haha. Krys had to depart early for another movie appointment, much to our disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P4290009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P4290014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P4290010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Headed for KTV @ The One near Cineleisure. The charges were quite reasonable for a $120 package of 3 hours. The package could provide us with about 3 drinks per pax and some decent finger food while we sing to our heart's content. Just for the record book, I did sing to the audience's astonishment. Be it duet or single, I seemed like a possessed person. I didnt know why, but the feeling was to be more entertaining than usual. Many people don't know I have 2 personalities, one normal and the other hidden. We had some coffee at Kopi Tiam to keep ourselves awake, as it was getting late. Shared a cab back home with 2 ladies, who were going the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114701222730470079?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114701222730470079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114701222730470079&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114701222730470079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114701222730470079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/sushi-cum-ktv.html' title='Sushi cum KTV'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114688920166065957</id><published>2006-04-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement Day</title><content type='html'>1st work day after the long break. Woke up later than my intended time. I will slowly get accustomed to the early hours of work. Expected to know many colleagues, who I shall be working with. Introduced to everyone in the office from the top management to the junior clerks. The lady who brought me around was Spring. Nice name. My work desk was nicely set up for my work convenience. Quite fortunate to be given a Pentium 4 PC with LCD monitor. I am certain that it would contribute to my work efficiency. Stationeries were properly laid out inside my pedestal. Email address has been created too. The HR and IT dept has been doing a great job for the company in my view. All female colleagues in finance dept, except for the CFO. But, mostof them are attached or married for everyone's info. Hehe.. The FM gave me some files to browse through for figuring out how to close the accounts before end of the week. Seems the wrong timing to join the company, but its a new learning process. The opportunity to try out consolidated accounts is a plus for me. My namecard has been requested for printing, which I didnt expect to be entitled to. For the rest of the week, I would be rushing to finish the accounts to make an immediate impact on my superiors on my job capabilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114688920166065957?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114688920166065957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114688920166065957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114688920166065957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114688920166065957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/commencement-day.html' title='Commencement Day'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114649779977183510</id><published>2006-04-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Job Interview after 3 yrs</title><content type='html'>My interview with Sembcorp Parks Holdings has been arranged at 11 am. This was my first interview, since the last interview did secured my first job for me. I hoped to carry on the same luck, which I had 3 yrs ago. Obviously nervous, since I dun really quite understand the job requirements for this company. Arrived at the office much earlier to fill up the application form. After completing it, I was told that it was for the wrong company application. Had to fill up another form from scratch and it was 6 pages long. I don't understand why companies like to know so much written info before they even consider hiring u. Maybe its a procedure to assess. It didn't took long for the whole interview to end. I only inquired more about their expectations of the new staff. The finance manager and vice president were pleasant people, which I may described as friendly and approachable superiors. They would inform me before the end of this week, of their intent to hire me or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114649779977183510?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114649779977183510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114649779977183510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114649779977183510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114649779977183510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/2nd-job-interview-after-3-yrs.html' title='2nd Job Interview after 3 yrs'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114641569690285549</id><published>2006-04-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Redang =&gt; Hello SG</title><content type='html'>We took a light breakfast and set off in the first ferry back to mainland Kuala Terengganu. The coach will be waiting to pick us up for our journey back to SG. Had a stop-over at a goodies stall and I bought some titbits for my family to try. If my luggage wasn't full, I would hav cleared the shelves. Just kidding. Having tummy upset during the long coach journey, but no toilet available for use. The whole trip seemed like a flash memory that lasted for a few minutes. Reached Golden Mile at about 9 pm. Sis wanted to share cab with some friends, so I went to take the train home alone. Had my MP3 songs to accompany me though. Mummy welcomed me home, as I stepped into the house. She told me many happenings that occurred for the past few days. I guessed my brother has started to realise his mistake for moving out to stay with his gf, as his gf is becoming more possessive of him. Turned in early to catch some sleep, after unpacking all my stuff. Felt so anxious for my interview on the upcoming Monday 17 Apr. My workaholic sickness is getting back into my head bit by bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114641569690285549?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114641569690285549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114641569690285549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114641569690285549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114641569690285549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/bye-redang-hello-sg.html' title='Bye Redang =&gt; Hello SG'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114629911173463133</id><published>2006-04-12T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marine Conservancy Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/F1000007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/F1000007.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snorkelling Trip once again. The last one before we return to SG tomoro. Final D was the Marine Conservancy Park, where it is an island with 100,000 different types of marine fishes. The name has indicated that killing Marine Life &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/F1000007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there will be slapped with RM20,000 fine. Well equipped before we headed out to the clear blue sea. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/F1000007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a full breakfast to make sure the fishes are also well fed. Some of my friends got bitten, but no fish wants me for a meal. But, I like to eat fishes. Haha.... The diver was swimming around to take pictures of people underwater. Sis was the photographer of the day, since she liked marine life so much. I just swam around to see the corals and try to spot unusual fishes. In the noon, the sun was scorching again. I gave the whole group a treat to some cooling ice cream. My banana split became a mango split, as bananas are out of stock. The monkeys around the island must have stolen my banana and split for themselves. Nightfalls and we headed for a small restaurant for our sumptous dinner. Had a group photo and started drinking session. A disco party, which was held at the beach. Party-goers were crazy.... I have inserted a link to my album for anyone's viewing. Please click on the below picture. Enjoy... &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=bes3x1u.15h88dbm&amp;Uy=zdu2cc&amp;amp;Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&amp;Ux=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="16" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/200/title.jpg" width="361" 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/19545016-114629911173463133?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114629911173463133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114629911173463133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114629911173463133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114629911173463133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/marine-conservancy-park.html' title='Marine Conservancy Park'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114567248168626985</id><published>2006-04-11T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Man-handled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There should be a snorkelling trip to the Marine Conservancy Park, which we forgo. Too many people to go with. We delayed it for tomorrow, when the big group will not be around anymore. There was a massage parlour on the island. Sis wanted to try it out. We went for the full body massage. Costs RM120 per pax. There were 1 masseur and 1 masseuse. I selected the masseur, , whose built was much higher than mine. More Powerful. Haha. As he was massaging, he asked if i have a gf. Did I look like I hav one??? He told me he had a boyfriend instead. Ahhhhh........ I guess everyone can tell what he is already. But, his hands were really good for a guy. Hehe... Rest of the afternoon went swimming at the sea and pool. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was tanned and looked like a lobster. Received a phone call from Singapore. Very unusual, but it was a notice for an interview. My first after several applications. The lady wanted me to enjoy my holiday and be ready for the interview when I am back. I thought they wont wait for my return, but they were kind souls. My parents would be happy if they hear this, as they were worrying about my employment. Told sis about this, and we went to celebrate a new start to my career. More Carlsberg please!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114567248168626985?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114567248168626985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114567248168626985&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114567248168626985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114567248168626985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-man-handled.html' title='Being Man-handled'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114545510260832893</id><published>2006-04-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/P1000714.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/P1000714.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, the coach has reached the Merang Jetty at Kuala Terengganu. If anyone has noticed, the driver was racing with a petroleum refiller during the journey at night. I guessed everyone was sleeping soundly. We did reached safe and sound. Being given boarding passes for the ferry and took a 45 mins ferry journey to the deserted island. The sun was scorching. A welcome drink was served to us, which tasted like sour plum drink. The logistics personnel mentioned it could cure sea sickness??? Did a fast check-in after lunch to get ready for our first snorkelling trip at Pulau Lima. Not used to the snorkelling mask and breathing thru ur mouth. Tasted lots of salty sea water as a trade off. Went back to our room and totally exhausted. After dinner, there was a karaoke competition. A lady sang "Beauty and the Beast" and it totally sucks... Wondered who signed her up... I wasn't listening much, except drinking to my sorrows. Drank about 3/5 of a jug of Carlsberg and some sips of a ladies drink offered by my god sis. Name was "baylis on the rock"??? Am I drunk already??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114545510260832893?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114545510260832893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114545510260832893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114545510260832893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114545510260832893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/arrival-day-1.html' title='Arrival - Day 1'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114534920743148666</id><published>2006-04-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/400/island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The much-waited holiday trip has arrived. Busy with last minute packing, I need to be fully geared for the long trip. Last night, sis called me asking about my preparations. She asked me to bring my digi camera to save her some space for her bag. So anxious till she cant sleep. Haha. She likes snorkelling very much, while it's my first experience. Nevertheless, I would enjoy the trip with her company. The check-in time at Golden Mile Complex was 9.30pm. Met her at 9.15 at Lavender and she bought 2 cans of beer. She wanted to get tipsy and sleep throughout the coach journey. She knew I didn't like to drink, but she purposely handed me the other can. Bottoms up. This is the start of a drinking spree to come. The coach arrived late. Most of the agencies were closed except ours. The journey started off at 10.30pm and expecting to arrive at Merang Jetty 9 hrs later. We had a stopover at Yong Peng 24hrs to ease ourselves before the start of the long travel to Kuala Terengganu. Sis was sleeping so soundly, while I listen to my techno music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114534920743148666?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114534920743148666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114534920743148666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114534920743148666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114534920743148666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114439335852731209</id><published>2006-04-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Wait</title><content type='html'>Decided to accompany mum for her appointment at the polyclinic, in place of my dad. He wont hav to waste his annual leave in this manner. Got to wake up at 7.30 am with my eyes still unwilling to open. Dragged myself out of bed to get ready. Missed out on MSN for the earlier half of the day. We reached the polyclinic and spent a total of 3 hours to finish the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;- 30 mins for bloodtest&lt;br /&gt;- 10 mins for ECG test&lt;br /&gt;- 20 mins for the test results&lt;br /&gt;- 1 hr 40 mins to see the doctor for evaluating the results (dozed off)&lt;br /&gt;- 20 mins for pharmacy to disperse the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;A final conclusion for the time spent was "all tests were negative, please consume your medicine regularly and we will see u in 3 mths time" plus $94 medical charges. Came back and ate noodles for lunch. Eye lips began to shut and I slept till 3 in the noon. MSN time.. Ling was there to chat with me, as she worked. Zhi came online to my surprise. She shared her unhappy experiences with me again. Seemed her ex was trying to spite her more. She commented I was a good listener wor. Haha. I just let her know that if there is a chance, I would like to appreciate what she can do for her bf. Wondering how she felt when she heard this? Kept her accompanied till she decided to turn in. Ling had an unpleasant evening as well, which she mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114439335852731209?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114439335852731209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114439335852731209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114439335852731209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114439335852731209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-wait.html' title='Long Wait'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114413270439597466</id><published>2006-04-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/1600/desktop_6_sm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5327/1936/320/desktop_6_sm.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had the usual MSN chat with ling today. Her ulcer remained uncured. Worried for her, as the HFMD has been widespreading. I seem to have a few friends with ling as part of their names. Does my fate lies in this word? Just a silly thought. The weather turned bad. with heavy downpour in the late afternoon. I wanted to catch ICE AGE 2, since last friday. Each time I planned, the rain would spoilt my day. Made up my mind to go for the 7.20pm slot. Had my dinner at home, before making my way to the theatre. Not many people watching, except for young girls. I guessed working people would be feeling the blues. I was seated beside two girls, who were laughing non-stop. The movie was rather exaggerating in the motion graphics aspect. The silly sabre-toothed squirrel, Scrat, was still searching for his nut, ever since ICE AGE 1. As the storyline progressed, I was drawn into the emotional part of a mammoth risking his life to save his female counterpart. Even though it was a cartoon, I couldnt stop shedding tears when there were touching scenes. End of movie, I was the first to exit the theatre and hoped no one saw my teary eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114413270439597466?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114413270439597466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114413270439597466&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114413270439597466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114413270439597466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114412202556501850</id><published>2006-04-02T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot by Arrow</title><content type='html'>Dad asked me to help my aunt fix up her new maxonline connection at CCK. I was thinking of the reason for choosing me. There were many others, who could fix that. Since I was free for the day, I accepted the assignment willingly. 大哥 rejected it straight off before I was approached. Went to search for my tools before I went to her place. Received directions to take 2 buses to her place. I settled for only 1 bus, since the distance via the 2nd bus was walkable. The problem to tackle was minor. However, they wanted me to fix additional things as well. Am I trained in IT? Nope. I tried my best to solve whatever I can, and left the place once finished. They were grateful for my help and offered money. I rejected it to avoid any indebtedness to them for future maintenance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114412202556501850?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114412202556501850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114412202556501850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114412202556501850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114412202556501850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/shot-by-arrow.html' title='Shot by Arrow'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114399624213732503</id><published>2006-04-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:16.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Exploration</title><content type='html'>Waited 2 weeks for this meetup with my army friends. Most of them were uncontactable after we ORD. Managed to arrange with Thing and Yong though. Thing was my room mate and is famous for having different GF each time we meet up. Haha. On the other hand, Yong is working as a process auditor, after he came back from Aust. The itinerary was as followed:&lt;br /&gt;- Makan lunch at Wakaru East Coast (Yong's a/c)&lt;br /&gt;- Played billard and bowling, (Thing's a/c)&lt;br /&gt;- Went Suntec for Yong to purchase something&lt;br /&gt;- Went Fisherman's Village for sumptuous dinner (My a/c)&lt;br /&gt;- Went Changi Village to sight transvestites. But, none showed up to our disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;- Climbed up Mount Faber to see if there was any funny business happening.&lt;br /&gt;It took us nearly a day, since none of us have any matters to cater to. Thing gave us a lift back at the end of it, and we promised to meet up more often with the others next time. Yong offered to cook spaghetti for our judgement. Hope you wont regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114399624213732503?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114399624213732503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114399624213732503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114399624213732503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114399624213732503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/04/island-exploration.html' title='Island Exploration'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114399283171506661</id><published>2006-03-31T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Youth Dining Corner</title><content type='html'>Had an appointment with Paul and Jason to have dinner. The first time I saw Jason again, since we went Genting together. Heard tat he had left his employment again. I hope he can find his dream job soon. I am struggling myself. Hehe. Dining @ NYDC according to P's decision. I am undecided anyway. Main course for me was Mushroom Cheese Baked Rice. We had a hawaiian pizza to be shared among ourselves. A nice name for my ice cream, which is named "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly". P ordered "Heaven, Earth and Fire". But, I dun see any fire on it. No whip cream for Heaven, but only chocolate to represent earth. It is my guess for how the name came about. Rebec has missed this session, but we understand her schedule was tight. Got her sms that she was feeling unwell before she slept. Another time to ask her out perhaps. We continued our chat at Coffee Bean till it was closing time. Maybe, we got too carried away. Hardly stayed at Suntec till all the connecting walkways were all shut off. We took a longer route outside and were lucky to catch the last train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114399283171506661?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114399283171506661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114399283171506661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114399283171506661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114399283171506661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/03/non-youth-dining-corner.html' title='Non-Youth Dining Corner'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19545016.post-114371650305090764</id><published>2006-03-30T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:59:15.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Pro Behaviour</title><content type='html'>I received a call from a job agency. Asking about some job details for my application. She mentioned that my last drawn pay seems rather high for a person with 3 yrs experience. I felt insulted. She could ask this from a few possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;1 - She was questioning my ability to command that salary, or&lt;br /&gt;2 - She felt I have manipulated the figure reflected, or&lt;br /&gt;3 - She was not aware of the industry practice well enough.&lt;br /&gt;The offer she gave was I should be expecting a salary lower than my last drawn to secure a job. Who in the world would do that? If I will get a lower pay, I might as well slog my life for my ex company. Haha. In my resume, I clearly stated that I was handling full sets accounts. But, she could not find it on the piece of paper. Very unprofessional in my view. How is she going to match a good job to me? She ended the call, leaving me with doubts of her abilities instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19545016-114371650305090764?l=rneo80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/feeds/114371650305090764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19545016&amp;postID=114371650305090764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114371650305090764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19545016/posts/default/114371650305090764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rneo80.blogspot.com/2006/03/un-pro-behaviour.html' title='Un-Pro Behaviour'/><author><name>Richie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585773026991231034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/45/377924389_81ae8454f9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
