<?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-6556303813150634543</id><updated>2011-09-17T20:26:16.870+08:00</updated><category term='Brunei'/><category term='babble'/><category term='Dreamgirl'/><category term='Last friends'/><category term='believe'/><category term='beleiving'/><category term='David Beckham'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='arlena'/><category term='Sabah'/><category term='how'/><category term='prisoner of love'/><category term='festive'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='moody'/><category term='summer'/><category term='life journey'/><category term='personality'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='Made of Honor'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='family'/><category term='voice'/><category term='ORCHESTRA'/><category term='emo'/><category term='concert'/><category term='Dine out experience'/><category term='Olympic'/><category term='2008'/><category term='drama'/><category term='future planning'/><category term='business'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='music'/><category term='goals'/><category term='memory'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Originality'/><category term='working'/><category term='angry'/><category term='express'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Interest'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='Social club'/><category term='why'/><category term='depart'/><category term='chester'/><category term='new zealand'/><category term='Event'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4067161726029091887</id><published>2010-12-21T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:02:09.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~*For you*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U1XgSio_15k" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Years almost over&lt;br /&gt;Sure looks like December&lt;br /&gt;The snow and ice on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t sent a single Christmas card&lt;br /&gt;The 31st is coming around&lt;br /&gt;It makes me remember our last December&lt;br /&gt;How the city looks so beautiful in white&lt;br /&gt;As we walked the street that day you kept me warm&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t wait to get inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its Christmas and you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;On this Christmas I just wish you had stayed&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you’re thinking of me today&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I’ll do its not Christmas without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear carols in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to listen because every sound says your not here&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you change your mind I’ll leave a light over the door&lt;br /&gt;And hope you suddenly appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its Christmas and you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;On this Christmas I just wish you had stayed&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you’re thinking of me today&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I’ll do its not Christmas without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m to old too old to believe in Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;What are these gifts under the tree&lt;br /&gt;But I did this once&lt;br /&gt;Or many it’s a dream, has he really brought you back to me&lt;br /&gt;its Christmas all I wanted is here&lt;br /&gt;On this Christmas was for you to be near&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you’re thinking of me cuz you’re here&lt;br /&gt;My one wish has come true, it’s not Christmas without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4067161726029091887?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4067161726029091887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4067161726029091887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4067161726029091887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4067161726029091887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-you.html' title='~*For you*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U1XgSio_15k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5662543356925219347</id><published>2010-12-18T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:23:05.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*One of those days*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Down dooooown dooooooown....&lt;br /&gt;Despite how much I am trying to lift myself up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Despite with all the effort that I'm trying to tell myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"It's ok...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But I am still...............DOWN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's ok... I know it's ok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Just like how the song goes... "well if you never try... you'll never know... just what you're worth.... lights will guide you home and ignite..... your bones and I will try... to fix you..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ha.... my favourite song of all time + my favourite show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cbHCclQhAEY" frameborder="0" width="480" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...I Promise... I will learn from my mistakes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5662543356925219347?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5662543356925219347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5662543356925219347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5662543356925219347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5662543356925219347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-those-days.html' title='~*One of those days*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cbHCclQhAEY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-77887946427073991</id><published>2010-12-18T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T10:19:55.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*CRY OUT LOUD*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I want to cry out telling HIM "LORD, MAY YOU LIFT UP MY SPIRIT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-77887946427073991?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/77887946427073991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=77887946427073991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/77887946427073991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/77887946427073991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/12/cry-out-loud.html' title='~*CRY OUT LOUD*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-7428127961005711756</id><published>2010-08-23T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:45:50.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*Untitled*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;Feel like sighing................... B I G SIGH............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Don't know why... and feeling a bit emo tonight... oh well... Maybe just meaning that it's time to go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;*_* @_@ T_T -_______________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-7428127961005711756?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7428127961005711756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=7428127961005711756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7428127961005711756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7428127961005711756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html' title='~*Untitled*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-827897291573160914</id><published>2010-06-02T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:50:55.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*you think...*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have not been moaning and whining here for a while and just feel like whine a bit today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are a lot of times in our lives we are expecting something, maybe openly, publicly or some expectations in disguise. However, there are a lot of times when this expectations fail and we get dissapointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What if? These dissapointments keep occuring and these are coming from some of the people that are closest to you? Well, I do not know if whether any research or facts show that dissapointments will cause any heartache or hurt feelings? But, it certainly is doing some degree of damage to the feelings to the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just when "you think", this person will stand beside you when you needed supports, then you turned around, this person is standing on the opposite side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just when "you think", this person will say some encouraging words to you when you needed that lift after a failure. Instead this person might be giving you another step on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just when "you think", this person will put a hand on your shoulder instead of a hug to give you comfort when you are logging to feel that you are being loved. Instead maybe a slap across the face... (not literally but it's a metaphor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just when "you think"! Tough luck... toughen up yourself better than being soft cookies waiting to be pampered... You think la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-827897291573160914?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/827897291573160914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=827897291573160914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/827897291573160914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/827897291573160914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-think.html' title='~*you think...*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3447593952856537563</id><published>2010-03-27T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:00:20.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*NO TIME*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh my oh my!! Seriously no time! I have no time to sleep... No time to watch my favourite TV show, No time to catch up with family and friends... No time to do any excercise and no time to eat. Crazy huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know the worse is still yet to come. The month of April will just be concentrating with my Bridal Fair coming up end of the month. For the first week of the month I should just finalise all design and programme and ad should all be coming out on the second week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But you know what? All the effort and time that comes with passion to work will be rewarded in the future! I BELIEVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is because - I can't wait for the trip to go to SH in May!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3447593952856537563?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3447593952856537563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3447593952856537563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3447593952856537563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3447593952856537563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-time.html' title='~*NO TIME*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4700146514014268956</id><published>2010-02-19T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:26:47.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>~*Day 1 - Realised the Need Of It*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S35KxeYAOHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qUSTcOCvyjo/s1600-h/IMG_2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439867613737924722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S35KxeYAOHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qUSTcOCvyjo/s320/IMG_2725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Last night was an odd night, the room have became so warm and humid at about midnight and totally woke me up with a sense of uneasy. I got up and gulp down a glass of water and went for a shower then go back to sleep. Just before the break of dawn, an upset tummy once again woke me up from my deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of falling back to sleep I got up and read &lt;em&gt;the book&lt;/em&gt; and also the bible. I also prayed, as I prayed, the word "fast and pray" flashes. Of course, I got to break the bond of weakness and a clear mind when I'm asking direction from God. So I fliped back to my notes on where Pastor preached on fast and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mentioned that we need to be physically and spiritually preparedand for the fasting period that I have engaged to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And Now I'm ready! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4700146514014268956?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4700146514014268956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4700146514014268956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4700146514014268956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4700146514014268956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-1-realised-need-of-it.html' title='~*Day 1 - Realised the Need Of It*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S35KxeYAOHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qUSTcOCvyjo/s72-c/IMG_2725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4864405239276548837</id><published>2010-02-09T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:17:46.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>~*Unknown*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S3DTYoocv2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/SCZNtEwDUSM/s1600-h/Balloons_1_contrast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436077170413584226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S3DTYoocv2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/SCZNtEwDUSM/s320/Balloons_1_contrast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went to bed pretty early last night, as I was dropped dead after dinner. With no particular reason, ever since last night after dinner, my mood have not been great.......... W E I R D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even after a long night of sleeps, I got up this morning and dicisplined myself by went for a jog. My mood still has not changed much. Can it be PMS? If it is then... URgh!! definitely not my favourite time of the month. So I try to find other reasons which might be contributing to my current mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably different reasons behind it.&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a guilty feeling that I have not been working hard enough recently.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Missing... &lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Shift of attention - can not be focused&lt;br /&gt;5. Demanding "people" around - grrrrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh well, whatever reasons that may be, but please... please chase this feeling off me as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I have asked God this morning... "Dear Lord, with this feeling that I am having... are you trying to show me something? If so, please make it clear. Thank you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4864405239276548837?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4864405239276548837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4864405239276548837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4864405239276548837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4864405239276548837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2010/02/unknown.html' title='~*Unknown*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S3DTYoocv2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/SCZNtEwDUSM/s72-c/Balloons_1_contrast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1529744431721526437</id><published>2010-01-20T16:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:54:07.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><title type='text'>~*Travel months*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's been a crazy Nov 09 - Jan 10. I have lost so many hours in transit. I have been going in and out from the airport quite a number of times during these months, mostly for work purposes and some for leisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S1bEYeggS7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/jvwt5d4Sq7M/s1600-h/IMG_7199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428742325627014066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S1bEYeggS7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/jvwt5d4Sq7M/s320/IMG_7199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Speaking about leisure break... I have had a memorable visit back 'home' a.k.a Auckland, New Zealand. Home is so great, and it always have been. I just simply... fall in love again... with... home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We spent a week in the South Island, travelling round South and then all the way back up to North. Though it was supposed to be Summer, the tempreture was crazily low when we were at South.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S1bBhdAN6jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ndh9p6oEfUI/s1600-h/IMG_7032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428739181307095602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S1bBhdAN6jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ndh9p6oEfUI/s320/IMG_7032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Glenorchy is probably one of my favourite place in South Island. It is about 40mins away from Queenstown, whereas, you have to make a special drive to down there. Take the drive... you wont regret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S1bDTO2JrRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/dUTQysZAA3s/s1600-h/IMG_7068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428741136011865362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S1bDTO2JrRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/dUTQysZAA3s/s320/IMG_7068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; These flowers grow around the lake of Te Anau, it was so beautiful... the colours have brighten up my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;More photos to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1529744431721526437?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/S1bEYeggS7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/jvwt5d4Sq7M/s72-c/IMG_7199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3906189458710249162</id><published>2009-10-26T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:18:05.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*再多的夢想。。。*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;終於﹐&lt;br /&gt;放開了手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從很多很多過著兩人的夢想﹐&lt;br /&gt;現在已不再重要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從新安排﹐&lt;br /&gt;從新整理﹐&lt;br /&gt;適應﹐&lt;br /&gt;未來的日子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;心裡的感受很多﹐&lt;br /&gt;但是沒有悲傷﹐&lt;br /&gt;只是那絲絲的無奈。。。&lt;br /&gt;問著。。。&lt;br /&gt;為甚麼﹖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能﹐&lt;br /&gt;這是一種解脫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝福你﹐&lt;br /&gt;我們一定要幸福﹗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多謝一切的回憶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;以上是有感以發之有靈感&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3906189458710249162?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3906189458710249162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3906189458710249162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3906189458710249162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3906189458710249162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='~*再多的夢想。。。*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1502527644776245012</id><published>2009-10-01T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:28:49.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*Bable in Chinese*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;當愛走到盡頭﹐&lt;br /&gt;雙方也不知要說甚麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;假裝很忙﹐&lt;br /&gt;其實大家不知如可面對。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是為甚麼會這樣﹖&lt;br /&gt;當初大家都不是很愛過嗎﹖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當初不是不能一天不見嗎﹖&lt;br /&gt;為甚麼。。。&lt;br /&gt;當感情到盡頭﹐&lt;br /&gt;就連見到來電顯視的你﹐&lt;br /&gt;都提不起勁去接電話o尼﹖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當步伐不同了﹐&lt;br /&gt;心境也不同了﹐&lt;br /&gt;連夢想。。。&lt;br /&gt;也不同了﹐&lt;br /&gt;話題也不同了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有錯﹐&lt;br /&gt;大家都沒有錯﹐&lt;br /&gt;只是大家都不同了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;以上只是有感以發。。。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1502527644776245012?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1502527644776245012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1502527644776245012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1502527644776245012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1502527644776245012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/bable-in-chinese.html' title='~*Bable in Chinese*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3360891501023254714</id><published>2009-09-14T22:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:23:55.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>~*My birthday*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Two weeks ago, I have my first birthday in KK after 15yrs. I thought I would have a quiet one and just a VERY much family orientated.celebration, just dinner then follow with cake cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of a quiet one, I have received lots of birthday wishes which I was totally flatered with it. So touched and feeling so blessed to have my friends and families who truly have sent their best wishes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5aJzPrfLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FbGwj8UaZc8/s1600-h/IMG_6167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381337729175616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5aJzPrfLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FbGwj8UaZc8/s320/IMG_6167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cake with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5axNaipwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ksVo6NCLlGQ/s1600-h/IMG_6182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381338406215395074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5axNaipwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ksVo6NCLlGQ/s320/IMG_6182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Celebration with friends... (before everyone gets abit... mm.. too much.. of the green bottles...) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5b517q-DI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wNFseoaxdns/s1600-h/IMG_6175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381339654042351666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5b517q-DI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wNFseoaxdns/s320/IMG_6175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;very much impressed with the cake...&lt;/span&gt; It's a combination of different flovors of cakes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5fDcSXoKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-n9f2sVQMQ0/s1600-h/IMG_6201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381343117491806370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5fDcSXoKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-n9f2sVQMQ0/s320/IMG_6201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Celebration with Cell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5fngDrZwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qBv8QU22hPk/s1600-h/IMG_6204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381343736979220226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5fngDrZwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qBv8QU22hPk/s320/IMG_6204.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/6556303813150634543-3360891501023254714?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3360891501023254714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3360891501023254714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3360891501023254714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3360891501023254714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday.html' title='~*My birthday*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sq5aJzPrfLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FbGwj8UaZc8/s72-c/IMG_6167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3498696332261014940</id><published>2009-09-02T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:26:29.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*Rainny Day*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We are having some heavy rainfall, I have never like rainny days. It is because it always feel so gloomy and lifeless when it rains in Auckland, espcially during Winter. However, during those cold Winter days, my favourite thing to do is to make myself a nice cuppa of coffee and just sit down and read some books. Well, forget about having to drive to work, traffic could be very bad that you just want to curse every living being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, now, with the heavy rainfall, I like it. It feels very cooling. Though I just went outside gave my mum a ride to the grocery store and lunch, it was good to drive around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back at work. I can play some nice lounge music and blogging at the same time, it just feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love working from home and being a ONE MAN office just make life so much better cause I can wear my short and nice comfy t-shirt while I work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring on the rain!~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sp4d_c1Mz0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/A2Wyu8qYlY4/s1600-h/IMG_5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376767981035245378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sp4d_c1Mz0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/A2Wyu8qYlY4/s320/IMG_5919.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/6556303813150634543-3498696332261014940?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3498696332261014940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3498696332261014940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3498696332261014940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3498696332261014940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainny-day.html' title='~*Rainny Day*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sp4d_c1Mz0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/A2Wyu8qYlY4/s72-c/IMG_5919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6018667593988246295</id><published>2009-08-27T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:11:55.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*Just*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SpYxikFCqnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ghWDU6uyBAE/s1600-h/black2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374537675183401586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SpYxikFCqnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ghWDU6uyBAE/s320/black2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just with a pure heart.... believing it is going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6018667593988246295?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6018667593988246295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6018667593988246295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6018667593988246295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6018667593988246295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/08/just.html' title='~*Just*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SpYxikFCqnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ghWDU6uyBAE/s72-c/black2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5298621690100860880</id><published>2009-08-27T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:14:07.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*How Much Does It Takes?*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It takes 100 degree celcius to boil the water,&lt;br /&gt;The melting point of solid ice is 0 degree celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot,&lt;br /&gt;to me to get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in deep thinking mode,&lt;br /&gt;a silent mode for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5298621690100860880?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5298621690100860880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5298621690100860880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5298621690100860880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5298621690100860880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-much-does-it-takes.html' title='~*How Much Does It Takes?*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6908509046648877130</id><published>2009-08-21T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:44:59.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*Ask Him*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/So4z2KD5rRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nm50zisbPnA/s1600-h/hands-praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372288411006250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/So4z2KD5rRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nm50zisbPnA/s320/hands-praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My heart is pounding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not showing on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are trembling,&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm travelling,&lt;br /&gt;On a journey,&lt;br /&gt;A journey that I should not be fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6908509046648877130?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6908509046648877130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6908509046648877130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6908509046648877130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6908509046648877130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/08/ask-him.html' title='~*Ask Him*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/So4z2KD5rRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nm50zisbPnA/s72-c/hands-praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6523836738109325104</id><published>2009-08-04T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:57:25.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>~*Miss B'z is Busy*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been really busy working on making sure Miss B'z has a proper name and a website coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After spending quite sometime on &lt;em&gt;wordpress&lt;/em&gt;.com&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have discarded the idea of putting Miss B'z there. Instead I have found &lt;em&gt;webs.com&lt;/em&gt; and finally have her stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss B'z will be sited at: &lt;a href="http://xquisitejourney.webs.com/"&gt;http://xquisitejourney.webs.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please sign-up for member for updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6523836738109325104?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6523836738109325104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6523836738109325104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6523836738109325104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6523836738109325104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-bz-is-busy.html' title='~*Miss B&apos;z is Busy*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8561434766757248990</id><published>2009-07-29T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:53:02.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*Names Picking*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I am a parent and needs to pick a name for my child, it's definitely going to be a disaster!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Too much of a perfectionist in this case. Pick and choose for something that is going to be lingered around for the rest of the life is just so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I need to pick a name for my baby a.k.a my business is not so easy. This is going to be representing MOI and reputation of the business. I need a name that is mature and fit my company's image!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My baby's nickname is going to be Miss B'z!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8561434766757248990?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8561434766757248990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8561434766757248990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8561434766757248990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8561434766757248990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/07/names-picking.html' title='~*Names Picking*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-993338776139614216</id><published>2009-07-22T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:22:49.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*Give Up or Give In?*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever wonder sometimes things are just not going accordingly to your plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever come across when things are not turning out as you have expected?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Confused... angry... despair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative thoughts are arising,&lt;br /&gt;Give up?&lt;br /&gt;Enemies are attacking,&lt;br /&gt;Walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then breakthrough to break-freeeeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Brett,.R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-993338776139614216?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/993338776139614216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=993338776139614216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/993338776139614216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/993338776139614216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-up-or-give-in.html' title='~*Give Up or Give In?*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4957247503284875801</id><published>2009-07-10T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:44:33.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~*sMiLe*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No doubt, the king of pop have passed away. Alot of people was saying that they are more connected with his songs after his death, as his musics really does means "something".&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with his music, but the musics doesn't mean much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the years, there were more wonderful songs made by him.  He was being named the "Wacko Jacko"... well, because of this, I have drifted away from his music too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his memorial service, when his brother mentioned that his favourite song is not even one of his own msucis, yet it is Smile by Charlie Chaplin. I searched in Youtube and found the clips and the lyrics,... looking at his pictures slides, then I know why this is his favourite song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All through his life, with all the news about him which was not so pleasant, he just responded with a smile on the face. Just like how the lyrics says... "... &lt;em&gt;what the use of crying..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not we just smile... even you are heartbreaking... aching... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGxwyqITSWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGxwyqITSWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4957247503284875801?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4957247503284875801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4957247503284875801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4957247503284875801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4957247503284875801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='~*sMiLe*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2071243959985541253</id><published>2009-07-08T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:52:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Seriously*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SlReYZ15jqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HlQpJAHOb5g/s1600-h/IMG_4274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356009630197190306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SlReYZ15jqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HlQpJAHOb5g/s320/IMG_4274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Seriously... Homesick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2071243959985541253?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2071243959985541253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2071243959985541253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2071243959985541253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2071243959985541253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously.html' title='~*Seriously*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SlReYZ15jqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HlQpJAHOb5g/s72-c/IMG_4274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5539788149907664448</id><published>2009-05-23T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:19:46.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*Come and Go*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love come and go,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;People come and go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Definitely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness come and go,&lt;br /&gt;For sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred come and go,&lt;br /&gt;NO,&lt;br /&gt;Because once you have forgiven someone.... it's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Opportunities come and go,&lt;br /&gt;Never...&lt;br /&gt;Because once the opportunity has gone... it's gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5539788149907664448?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5539788149907664448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5539788149907664448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5539788149907664448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5539788149907664448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-and-go.html' title='~*Come and Go*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-426086117130391944</id><published>2009-05-11T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:30:49.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>~*Untitled*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sgfv-BMBmiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/dxl-KswS4wU/s1600-h/sad+heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334496132393441826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sgfv-BMBmiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/dxl-KswS4wU/s320/sad+heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is strange... I'm never a big fan of confrontation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bringing the matter up close and personal is just something that rarely happen in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I have done it... to the person who I most respect; who I never say 'no' to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm not regretted... but my heart is feeling very heavy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-426086117130391944?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/426086117130391944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=426086117130391944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/426086117130391944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/426086117130391944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html' title='~*Untitled*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/Sgfv-BMBmiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/dxl-KswS4wU/s72-c/sad+heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1430244468249192069</id><published>2009-03-26T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:47:10.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>~*Motivation*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having been an angry-crazy woman from my last post; a month later I have learnt to be a more positive and wiser person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couples of months, I have encountered a lot of different bizzare cases and been dealing with all sorts of different people. It has been a wonderful experience after all, which I do believe not a lot of people will go through the same path as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I have finally have a chance to think about my plan for the near future. Really, a lot have been changed. My initial intentions and plan to come back to my hometown, doesn't seem like it have serve much of a purpose right now. As my thinking and what I am doing right now have a significant variance from my previous thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not living with my immediate family. I only get to see them every fortnight for a weekend. (No I'm not in a rehab centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I do not think of moving over to Singapore for now. (yes, it's because of the recession and my current thinking have been changed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have not been to travelling with mum since I got back. (simple don't have the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once confused and angry, but I'm not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share: Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path, and leave a trail. ~ Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1430244468249192069?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1430244468249192069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1430244468249192069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1430244468249192069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1430244468249192069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/03/motivation.html' title='~*Motivation*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4280552292359545675</id><published>2009-02-25T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:45:50.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*When I should be...*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When I should be talking about crystals and nice bracelets;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck with truck tyres and bearings...&lt;br /&gt;When I should be talking about handbags and perfurmes;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck with vehicle lubricants and diesel...&lt;br /&gt;When I should be talking about shoppings and high-tea;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in the jungle and looking at crops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I should be having appointments for facial and haircut;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in discussions talking about different types of heavy mahinery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I should be having a nice glass of wine after a day of work;&lt;br /&gt;I was fast asleep by 9pm with my hair still wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I should be a nice person and taking things easy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;instead I have yelled and made a lot of noises in front of four ground staff and one operator at a supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I think I am getting mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4280552292359545675?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4280552292359545675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4280552292359545675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4280552292359545675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4280552292359545675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-should-be.html' title='~*When I should be...*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4499580933634029601</id><published>2009-02-04T12:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:22:04.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brunei'/><title type='text'>~*Brunei- Eva's Wedding*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, it has been a busy month of January. In the month of January 2009, the time has just gone past like taken a ride in the space rocket. (Not that I have been into one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the month is of course Eva's wedding that I have attended in Brunei. The wedding took place on the 18th Jan 09. I arrived at Brunei Darussalam four days before the wedding, mainly to help out with the set-up of the wedding and also to take this chance and have a good look at this Royal country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was just 24mins away (by air) from my hometown, Kota Kinabalu. It is still a different country, with their own yet very similiar set of culture and norms.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkqGED5PqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fkt7Ey019nQ/s1600-h/IMG_4935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298812720235757218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkqGED5PqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fkt7Ey019nQ/s320/IMG_4935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like their m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;osques&lt;/span&gt; are their tallest and the most grand buildings in the city, as by law, no buildings can be taller than the mosques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkrDfbDTgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AE8YfmnIM8w/s1600-h/IMG_4933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298813775552663042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkrDfbDTgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AE8YfmnIM8w/s320/IMG_4933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then, you will see a lot of cars but not a lot of shopers and it's rare to see anyone walking along the streets. The local usually drive their car and park right in front of the restaurant/shops then walk in. Once they finished, they got back in their car and drive home. Being one of the country that export petroleum, petrol comes in at a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; affordable price, which is BN$0.50 per litre.(approx. USD$0.33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With no pubs and clubs, for sure with no alcohol available in this country. One of the favourite past time would be self-pamering. The bridal party went for a manicure and pedicure treat at the local saloon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYktg-KsOxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Edyy6KodpiA/s1600-h/IMG_4942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298816481045003026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYktg-KsOxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Edyy6KodpiA/s320/IMG_4942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Yes, that's my feet and my hand. We even got ourself a back massage at the same time for a cost of BN$30 (roughly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamering doesn't stop there, we stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.theempirehotel.com/main.html"&gt;The Empire Resort&lt;/a&gt; two days before the wedding. The size of the bathroom is as big as my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298818405739408706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkvRANmLUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/lCQxo9nVPVw/s320/IMG_4954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The bed and the duvet was so comfy that I wish I can bring them home. The colour theme of the resort was basically gold and ceiling is really high so it give you a sense of spacial and grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon tea that the resort has available will be something that I would try on my next trip. The dessert look so elegantly prepared and are nicely decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkwr4mRvCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/l8ioaXIXO38/s1600-h/IMG_4996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298819967063538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkwr4mRvCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/l8ioaXIXO38/s320/IMG_4996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkxPl_FegI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cPMVz0R2TFQ/s1600-h/IMG_4993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298820580542609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkxPl_FegI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cPMVz0R2TFQ/s320/IMG_4993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TBC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4499580933634029601?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4499580933634029601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4499580933634029601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4499580933634029601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4499580933634029601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/02/brunei-evas-wedding.html' title='~*Brunei- Eva&apos;s Wedding*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SYkqGED5PqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fkt7Ey019nQ/s72-c/IMG_4935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6029824841251366230</id><published>2009-01-02T00:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:37:57.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>~*Hello 2009*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bye bye 2008! Hello 2009.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a loooong year, as in lots of things have happend within the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;From making the decision of leaving AKL to actually the planning of leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally left the country and backed with the family; then family wedding and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am not the kind of person who always keep the bad things in mind. After went through my blog, I saw how mtself exoeriencing and going through a lot of different stages throughout the year. Like, stressing out at work; then finding directions in life.... feeling lonely at times and then found God's love. Once again, I have put my trust in HIM to lead me. Of course, the fun and memorable times that I have spent with my closest friends and family. Those are the precious times that no one can ever take away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz5YMxDKhI/AAAAAAAAATA/IT6OGXSx2-8/s1600-h/DSCF0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286374256765250066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz5YMxDKhI/AAAAAAAAATA/IT6OGXSx2-8/s320/DSCF0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First time ever in Piha. :) Love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz8Df63cXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/y7kGsPp2D5U/s1600-h/P04-07-08_08.32%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286377199664329074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz8Df63cXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/y7kGsPp2D5U/s320/P04-07-08_08.32%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt; Auckland truckies blockade. (We have to be at work by 7:30am to avoid the traffic...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz8wsB_pQI/AAAAAAAAATY/kScEM_hlGxA/s1600-h/IMG_3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286377976009565442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz8wsB_pQI/AAAAAAAAATY/kScEM_hlGxA/s320/IMG_3702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Picked up flute again after 10 years. Enjoyed it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz_LMWzPHI/AAAAAAAAATw/bCU_5PQn71s/s1600-h/IMG_3975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286380630386621554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz_LMWzPHI/AAAAAAAAATw/bCU_5PQn71s/s320/IMG_3975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hello Miss Levia~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz-bBBPDNI/AAAAAAAAATo/-ysqt5-EqvA/s1600-h/IMG_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286379802709658834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz-bBBPDNI/AAAAAAAAATo/-ysqt5-EqvA/s320/IMG_4034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sydney trip... fun fun fun~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SV0A_JKmxkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/W16fW5VHFJ8/s1600-h/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286382622394992194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SV0A_JKmxkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/W16fW5VHFJ8/s320/IMG_4241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Waiheke Trip - Wine + food + companies = DIVINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SV0CgB1bYgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7QqNTYpgL10/s1600-h/IMG_4378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286384286874427906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SV0CgB1bYgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7QqNTYpgL10/s320/IMG_4378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SV0DWSiA0MI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MahaAclbFPw/s1600-h/IMG_4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286385219069333698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SV0DWSiA0MI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MahaAclbFPw/s320/IMG_4403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Farewell at work and church....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what have happened, have happened. Whatever bad and unfortunate things have been and past. So bring on the new year of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I wish everyone that I know, my closest family and friends to have a prosperous year ahead of them. Good health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6029824841251366230?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6029824841251366230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6029824841251366230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6029824841251366230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6029824841251366230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='~*Hello 2009*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVz5YMxDKhI/AAAAAAAAATA/IT6OGXSx2-8/s72-c/DSCF0770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2425052800004765045</id><published>2008-12-30T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:18:22.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>~*It's 2am in the Morning*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm sitting on the bed and have the fan turned on to full blast. It's cool enough for me to just sit here and wondering what am I doing here on this hour of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am in the morning, I have just logged out from Facebook, thinking that it's definitely a wonderful tool ever for year 2008. It helps you connecting with your friends; long lost friends; family members; ex boyfriends/girlfriends (whether you like it or not) and "maybe" your boss. It kinda make the line between privacy and publicity become blurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am in the morning, I just logged in to every blogs that I have been following. It's interesting to read how everyone of us are going through something different EVERYDAY! Some tragic things that might have happened; interesting view on relationships and exciting trips that they have just been to. Publicity greater than privacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am in the morning, it's bed time. But I am refusing to go to bed, only having the only source of light coming from my lap top screen. I am publicly sharing with the rest of the world (or at least to the people who is reading this blog) of my private life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am in the morning and it is 7am NZT. I have turned on the &lt;a href="http://www.zmonline.com/ListenLive/?1230"&gt;ZM streaming&lt;/a&gt;. My favourite station in NZ. Listening to the ads and found out that &lt;em&gt;COLDPLAY&lt;/em&gt; is going to NZ for a freaking concert!!!!!!!!! I'm down! Seriously! Listening to the news and am still up to date with the weather and news... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I don't miss home... NO I DON't!... sorry I lied...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVkUEt2rtVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BoCoBlo6L7M/s1600-h/cold+play.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277708956972370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVkUEt2rtVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BoCoBlo6L7M/s320/cold+play.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 2am in the morning, knowing NYE is tomorrow but have nothing planned. It's not like me, so is it going to be a "&lt;em&gt;Have youself a little quiet NYE"..? &lt;/em&gt;Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am in the morning; I am deciding on my New Year resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2425052800004765045?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2425052800004765045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2425052800004765045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2425052800004765045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2425052800004765045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-2am-in-morning.html' title='~*It&apos;s 2am in the Morning*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SVkUEt2rtVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BoCoBlo6L7M/s72-c/cold+play.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6360934411711517451</id><published>2008-12-12T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:30:38.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*想念*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SUHagLhT72I/AAAAAAAAASw/C25MuvCl3uU/s1600-h/IMG_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278740484638109538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SUHagLhT72I/AAAAAAAAASw/C25MuvCl3uU/s320/IMG_4554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;好想念﹐&lt;br /&gt;想念有你們陪伴在我的身邊。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想念﹐&lt;br /&gt;想念我們一起笑﹐一起顛的時刻。。。&lt;br /&gt;不開心的時候﹐&lt;br /&gt;對著你們訴苦。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不停不停﹐&lt;br /&gt;從復再從復告訴自己﹐&lt;br /&gt;明天會更好~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6360934411711517451?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6360934411711517451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6360934411711517451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6360934411711517451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6360934411711517451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='~*想念*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SUHagLhT72I/AAAAAAAAASw/C25MuvCl3uU/s72-c/IMG_4554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4491124643228553978</id><published>2008-12-03T11:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:05:08.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~*Dennis &amp; Irene Wedding*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My dear 3rd sister's wedding was about three weeks ago, since then I have been trying to upload some photos to my facebook, however, for some reason it always fail to upload. Hence, the only way to share the photos with my friends and family (you know who you are...lol) is through here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this can be a story telling blog in regards to this famiy wedding. Well, really, these photos were not really taken by me, some of them were from my sister and some by my cousin. I was just way too busy slaving to take any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275414068724499730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYJJSlsBRI/AAAAAAAAARw/TXmwTu5xJEE/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We were hiding in this room while the groom came around to pick-up his bride. (well, just want to make it harder to get...) lol...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the grooms and his "brothers" were searching around the house... every single rooms except this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYK94PwlnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/79EWiZFS0fw/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275416071697897074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYK94PwlnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/79EWiZFS0fw/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So with no time wasted we took this opportunity to take some photos in the room. (Please excuse my fat arm). Yes, there were a few of us, there were more than a dozen of us in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYMVl5dXKI/AAAAAAAAASA/peLf429C7wE/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275417578601012386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYMVl5dXKI/AAAAAAAAASA/peLf429C7wE/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dennis finally found his bride in the wardrobe after mistakenly thought she was in the bathroom and sang out loud "You are so beautiful to me~~~" at the wrong door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYVABRRGaI/AAAAAAAAASI/7LLsCe598Lc/s1600-h/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275427103596157346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYVABRRGaI/AAAAAAAAASI/7LLsCe598Lc/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The church decoration was well-donely done (sound a bit odd, but you get me) by my older sister Nora and my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYeEF6N8II/AAAAAAAAASg/FZPvRxpGetM/s1600-h/IMG_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275437069165785218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYeEF6N8II/AAAAAAAAASg/FZPvRxpGetM/s320/IMG_4525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we got &lt;em&gt;a biiiiit&lt;/em&gt; nervous at the start for this 1000+ guests wedding reception. I'm sure we pulled it off well at the end... Thanks to the red wine... *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYYthIcStI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8ZikCTXBKvs/s1600-h/DSC_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275431183778073298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYYthIcStI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8ZikCTXBKvs/s320/DSC_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Taking pictures with the family after the wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275432793096372674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYaLMT0wcI/AAAAAAAAASY/NzumlJGvHkI/s320/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now, the MCs present you Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs Wong!!!!!! CONGRATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;For more pics: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anna-rina.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://anna-rina.com/blog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4491124643228553978?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4491124643228553978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4491124643228553978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4491124643228553978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4491124643228553978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/12/dennis-irene-wedding.html' title='~*Dennis &amp; Irene Wedding*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STYJJSlsBRI/AAAAAAAAARw/TXmwTu5xJEE/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-229456691721109072</id><published>2008-12-01T10:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:15:11.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>~*Things that I have done on the last day of Nov 08*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the last day of Nov 08, I got up on a nice sunny Sunday early morning after a long distance call from my cousin, Chester (who intentionally wanted to awake me). With a nice beach view in front of me AND I got up in between my two little cousins. Who one was snoring all night long and the other one on my left was sleep talking all night long which frankly gave me a fright. *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about a week ago, Dad asked me if I wanted to attend one of his staff's wedding in country side which is about 3 hours drive from home. I have agreed to go with him since it's a traidtional Malay wedding ceremony. As a big fan of wedding (don't get me wrong) I just like to attend weddings as it's just so happy to see how two blessed family combined to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From memory, the last Malay wedding that I have attennded must be before the age of 7yrs old. So this really excites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656323891126658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNX-vHMYYI/AAAAAAAAARA/f_kFTGyQvoo/s320/IMG_4611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The entrance to the bride's home. (The groom is coming to come to bride's home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657902957582226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNZapl-V5I/AAAAAAAAARI/51-XVrk_dtA/s320/IMG_4585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;These are the chairs for the bride and groom to sit at for the ceremony. (Very pretty~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNaO6djg0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/a8PuCfqYp9Y/s1600-h/IMG_4593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658800838869826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNaO6djg0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/a8PuCfqYp9Y/s320/IMG_4593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Under the house, there were a group of &lt;em&gt;makcik &lt;/em&gt;(aunties) playing traditional musical intrumens and dancing with it. &lt;u&gt;Note: This side of the house is only for women&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNbo6O7QDI/AAAAAAAAARY/RIgojHnj2Ww/s1600-h/IMG_4602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660346965737522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNbo6O7QDI/AAAAAAAAARY/RIgojHnj2Ww/s320/IMG_4602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The arrival of the groom with &lt;em&gt;makcik-makcik&lt;/em&gt; playing traditional musics making his entrance to the bride's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNcaH_ECtI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ri7-FN0iPps/s1600-h/IMG_4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274661192470891218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNcaH_ECtI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ri7-FN0iPps/s320/IMG_4625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Traditional "feeding each other" ceremony. (I don't know what's the proper word for this... hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNdEa1_uII/AAAAAAAAARo/TFUgfeLgVNc/s1600-h/IMG_4587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274661919087638658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNdEa1_uII/AAAAAAAAARo/TFUgfeLgVNc/s320/IMG_4587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Though it was a very hot sunny day (I even got tanned skin), it was overall a very fun and interesting day. Trust me, it's so hot that everyone been hiding under sun shades, despite of the hot weather, everyone still had fun being away from the city and enjoying the &lt;em&gt;kampung &lt;/em&gt;(village) style wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-229456691721109072?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/229456691721109072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=229456691721109072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/229456691721109072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/229456691721109072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-i-have-done-on-last-day-of.html' title='~*Things that I have done on the last day of Nov 08*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/STNX-vHMYYI/AAAAAAAAARA/f_kFTGyQvoo/s72-c/IMG_4611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3315929838662327698</id><published>2008-11-26T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:46:53.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>~*Directions*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;First ever holiday with nothing attached,&lt;br /&gt;Free and worry-less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, life is not being directed,&lt;br /&gt;It gives me a sense of emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I be expected?&lt;br /&gt;Believing in HIS plan for me, so "waiting" is not worthless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, learn how to trust is needed,&lt;br /&gt;So it will guide me to happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3315929838662327698?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3315929838662327698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3315929838662327698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3315929838662327698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3315929838662327698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/11/directions.html' title='~*Directions*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2009302760771921174</id><published>2008-11-24T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:00:25.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>~The Aftermath*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After months of rushing here and there, it's time to slow down and seek for directions. I am the kind of person who always go back to the basic when things have started to turn blurry and complicated. As we have started from the fundamental of a purpose or a goal, so our actions and decisions that we have made served the foundations towards to goal that we are heading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of times, we have lost our directions due to external and internal factors hence making us all confused and might be making us starting going through a different track. Not necessary to be the wrong track, but different track. So, when this happens, it's time to go back to the basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the aftermath of all the movings; cleaning; packing; wedding and touring. I have started to feel just a &lt;em&gt;liiiitle&lt;/em&gt; bit of demotivated. It may just means that I need some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF... only IF I get to choose where to go, this will be the place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shangri-la.com/en/property/kotakinabalu/rasariaresort"&gt;Shangari La Rasa Ria Resort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is really a place to be... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064910863015922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SSojGpTKn_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/yAmobrzvb4M/s320/IMG_4552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is the wedding pavillion, it is so beautiful that I even said I will have my wedding ceremony here. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SSoj_Vl2mSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9aIvwhgVVtQ/s1600-h/IMG_4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272065884825229602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SSoj_Vl2mSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9aIvwhgVVtQ/s320/IMG_4562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would love to stay here and just enjoy the sun with some cold drinks on my hand for the afternoon and put my feet up... such a divine sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SSolaGzTELI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x3nlplY_Uoo/s1600-h/IMG_4561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272067444223185074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SSolaGzTELI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x3nlplY_Uoo/s320/IMG_4561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last but not least of course the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shangri-la.com/en/property/kotakinabalu/rasariaresort/dining/restaurant/coastrestaurantandbar"&gt;Cost Bar and Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2009302760771921174?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2009302760771921174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2009302760771921174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2009302760771921174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2009302760771921174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/11/aftermath.html' title='~The Aftermath*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SSojGpTKn_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/yAmobrzvb4M/s72-c/IMG_4552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-113176287989558005</id><published>2008-11-11T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:11:40.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~*Wedding Preparation*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Five more days to go until the day of my sister's big day. This wedding has been preparing for the last 10 months (as far as I know). Looks like the preparations are now 80% done. Tomorrow will be church rehersal. (Nothing much for me to do apart from assisting the bride *laughs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brooches for ushers have been done by ourselves, my cousin Yan has come out with the idea of how to make it nice. In two days we have finished the 26 brooches for the male and female ushers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRljwUGKh5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/a0GArKlhQaQ/s1600-h/IMG_4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267350920865941394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRljwUGKh5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/a0GArKlhQaQ/s320/IMG_4474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think this is wonderfully done. Well, just cross our fingers and hope these are anough for the ushers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As for the ladies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRlnnS1L52I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ftmsO2Po210/s1600-h/IMG_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267355163953981282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRlnnS1L52I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ftmsO2Po210/s320/IMG_4490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For the gentlemen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRln9376uVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_P6quCriBME/s1600-h/IMG_4494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267355551871449426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRln9376uVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_P6quCriBME/s320/IMG_4494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope the gentlemen ones is not too "cc"... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-113176287989558005?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/113176287989558005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=113176287989558005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/113176287989558005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/113176287989558005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-preparation.html' title='~*Wedding Preparation*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRljwUGKh5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/a0GArKlhQaQ/s72-c/IMG_4474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8770162510453891492</id><published>2008-11-06T08:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:54:12.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*In C Minor*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRJYiaFxGnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jcVTPLRxsGc/s1600-h/IMG_3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368262491839090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRJYiaFxGnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jcVTPLRxsGc/s320/IMG_3700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello flute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? Sorry I have to abandoned you when I fly. Please blame the mean man at the airport , he doesn't allow me take you with me. (+_+) ~~ Even after I said I am leaving the country for good, he even wanted me to throw you away. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do not worry, I will be seeing you again in two months time, hopefully by then I can still pick you up and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I picked you up once again after 10 years to start playing. You and I can't even make up a single note. I almost thought something must be stuck in the flute. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you think it's almost impossible.  Determinations and practise make things perfect." -- &lt;em&gt;Chan B, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8770162510453891492?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8770162510453891492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8770162510453891492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8770162510453891492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8770162510453891492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-c-minor.html' title='~*In C Minor*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SRJYiaFxGnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jcVTPLRxsGc/s72-c/IMG_3700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8533777025976573828</id><published>2008-11-05T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:03:31.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~*Back With the Family*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it just me? Or does it happen to everyone who left home or stayed seperately from your family and feel that pressures of living together... again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if this is the right decision? But keep on telling myself that this is only for temporary, soon I will head out to my big OE. However, the temporary is now going to be at least five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Ok... I shall concentrate on what I am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus focus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8533777025976573828?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8533777025976573828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8533777025976573828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8533777025976573828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8533777025976573828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-with-family.html' title='~*Back With the Family*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5418856142270289550</id><published>2008-10-29T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:44:01.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*Plan? No Plan?*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Six months ago, I have planned a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within six months the economy starts to deteriorate in a way that it was describe as "financial tsunami".  Then everyone been asking me if this is the right time to leave and go on my OE. Actually, I don't know what is going to happen. But I should try, if I don't try I never know if this is going to work nor if I can do what I want to in a different country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is almost packed and soft toys are all packed in two bags one to take with me and the other one to stay back. Don't think I can take all my beloved CDs and DVDs with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far about 98% of my friends and family reckon that I will be back in Auckland soon. I mean... i would be happy to be back home and home as in Auckland. But, this idea is a bit silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have a plan, more plans are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I shall look forward to my simple life! THEN... I will decide where I'm going next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5418856142270289550?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5418856142270289550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5418856142270289550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5418856142270289550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5418856142270289550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/10/plan-no-plan.html' title='~*Plan? No Plan?*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1921756393472500229</id><published>2008-10-20T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:39:55.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depart'/><title type='text'>~*The Time Is Close*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's not even that long to go until I departed this city. Actually, none of the things that seems to be 100% completed and ready to leave here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has been cleaned out (mostly). Managed to throw out the old and donate some better things, sold some of the newwer stuff and been given stuff away to friends and family who needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, I finally managed to see the corners of my garage; the nice big dinning room and set up a study room. While this all seem really nice, it's time to say Good byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to say my goodbyes since last week. So been having dinners; lunch and drinks but still more to come this week and the following week. My timetable is now all full... and anxiety have started to arised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be worry too much, sometimes you just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT's going to be hard to say goodbyes to my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1921756393472500229?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1921756393472500229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1921756393472500229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1921756393472500229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1921756393472500229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-close.html' title='~*The Time Is Close*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5589906183215167658</id><published>2008-09-29T17:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:25:18.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>~*Mix Feelings*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;We have gone through the time tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;My place; coffee and cakes. These are the stuff and gathering that the inner group will have almost every fortnightly or at least once a monce. After &lt;em&gt;FranFran &lt;/em&gt;brought us the apple turnover, pizza sticks, caramel slice, cream donut and etc. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These food brought back the old memories, the good old memories from good ol Howick College. How were the teachers used to do treat us; our favourite teachers and our worse class.&lt;br /&gt;The places/blocks that we used to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Wagging is like the highlights of my college years. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took a trip back our old school &lt;strong&gt;Howick College::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOClJUmaOoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5krYahhCYRQ/s1600-h/IMG_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251378745081215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOClJUmaOoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5krYahhCYRQ/s320/IMG_4153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The entrance have changed soooo much, it's now more sophisticated and nice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCpuMO_aLI/AAAAAAAAALU/S2AOgJ37wa0/s1600-h/IMG_4158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251383776537176242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCpuMO_aLI/AAAAAAAAALU/S2AOgJ37wa0/s320/IMG_4158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is one of the route that have not changed. The same H and T Blocks, same path and same rubbish bins (according to Franfran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251381045482444450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCnPOQzVqI/AAAAAAAAALE/92qGDKRGAPw/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey... they have handle down the stairs now!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I remembered how I used to walk down the hill with my heads down as I do not know how to enjoy student life... back in the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCo5YYiDSI/AAAAAAAAALM/mXAHNydgK7s/s1600-h/IMG_4174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251382869265354018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCo5YYiDSI/AAAAAAAAALM/mXAHNydgK7s/s320/IMG_4174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This little walk always seems longer back in the days... When we look at it now, it seems a lot shorter... Guess course, we have been through a longer path...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCrCkEpGkI/AAAAAAAAALc/yFlFW08tXMg/s1600-h/IMG_4182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251385226045233730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCrCkEpGkI/AAAAAAAAALc/yFlFW08tXMg/s320/IMG_4182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay!! On the field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCsJWeldxI/AAAAAAAAALk/l28ZB9X7eyQ/s1600-h/IMG_4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251386442166662930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOCsJWeldxI/AAAAAAAAALk/l28ZB9X7eyQ/s320/IMG_4187.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Canteen... backed in the days, it's where the "Most looking forward place" of a day. You will find me here buying my everyday lunch here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 10years since I left school... It's such a enjoyable walk around here... So happy that I have my old buddies walking around the school together one more time.  ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5589906183215167658?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5589906183215167658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5589906183215167658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5589906183215167658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5589906183215167658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/09/mix-feelings.html' title='~*Mix Feelings*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOClJUmaOoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5krYahhCYRQ/s72-c/IMG_4153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2172973438693263578</id><published>2008-09-25T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:11:49.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*Towards to end of Sep*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's heading towards the end of September, this means I only have another month to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Feeling anxious and started to feel emotional as the departure is getting closer and closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anxious, because I have a lot of take care and worry that I am not able to have everything sorted before I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Emotional.... I will miss my friends.... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2172973438693263578?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2172973438693263578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2172973438693263578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2172973438693263578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2172973438693263578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/09/towards-to-end-of-sep.html' title='~*Towards to end of Sep*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4237724095156396036</id><published>2008-09-15T18:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:15:50.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>~*Sydney Trip 08*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Awesome trip at Sydney, this is my third time visit SYD and first time with my close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On the early hours of 5th Sep, we got to get up at 3:30am and get ourselves ready to go to the airport...&lt;br /&gt;Four excited and yet kind of tired people.. got in the plane and 2hr 30mins later, we arrived in SYD! yay!! That's when our journey started...well.. our eating and drinking journey... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transport from Airport to city central (we stayed at Hyde Park Plaza) are very convenient, took the train and took us less than 30mins to get there. Our apartment unit was not ready.... so we dragged our tired body and have our coffee at the nearby Gloria Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:30am, our room KINDA ready but we can check in. After our bags are all put in the room, we went to yum cha and Paddy's Market at China Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Therefore, Hightlights of the trip: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-RMYj8JlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IZa1Df-WlNc/s1600-h/IMG_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246571732847568466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-RMYj8JlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IZa1Df-WlNc/s320/IMG_3793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just in case you wonder: "why yum cha in SYD?" That's because they have a wider range of food and also fresh prawns... everything is fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SNDX9ULE0jI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k1dcUtK8npY/s1600-h/IMG_3881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246931014273782322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SNDX9ULE0jI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k1dcUtK8npY/s320/IMG_3881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old Vienna Coffee House...QVB&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it's a must go place, but it's the nicest hazelnut merique that I have tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-VZwqcDFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ISrqng0P5UQ/s1600-h/IMG_3913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246576360702086226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-VZwqcDFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ISrqng0P5UQ/s320/IMG_3913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nick's Seafood Restaurant, Darling Harbour&lt;br /&gt;Not the freshest seafood that I have taste, but the cray fish is definitely BIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-XIBTqb6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/eTWM6qrGogE/s1600-h/IMG_3858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246578254955573154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-XIBTqb6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/eTWM6qrGogE/s320/IMG_3858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246579474138021586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-YO_HaPtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9F3SlkU1PTY/s320/IMG_3862.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The wet weather, both umbrellas were considered the best buy of the trip! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-aCpujI4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rzEvNY7C42w/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inner Group *spotted* at Bondi (part of Inner_group actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-bvMy9IsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hFvJxApXy-0/s1600-h/IMG_3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246583326101021378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-bvMy9IsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hFvJxApXy-0/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-ckpvieDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bcIaCXyIKE0/s1600-h/IMG_3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246584244404385842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-ckpvieDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bcIaCXyIKE0/s320/IMG_3962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok... getting a bit silly there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SNDP-y-HTOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ljSPc-OFfso/s1600-h/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Löwenbräu beer at The Rocks&lt;br /&gt;I love their idea of 300ML; 500ML and 1L of beer... mmmm~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SNDS6PJNn8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eXzZ28uYqFQ/s1600-h/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246925463826046914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SNDS6PJNn8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eXzZ28uYqFQ/s320/IMG_4046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;These sushi are such a devine.. definitely a "to-die-for"... also by now, my eyes bags are getting heavier... darker eye circles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246926591535414802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SNDT74ME_hI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CJOZK2CFk-w/s320/IMG_4077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4 days of eating and drinking.... excessive walking... we were all way too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the chair waiting for our flight to come back home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4237724095156396036?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4237724095156396036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4237724095156396036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4237724095156396036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4237724095156396036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/09/sydney-trip-08.html' title='~*Sydney Trip 08*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SM-RMYj8JlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IZa1Df-WlNc/s72-c/IMG_3793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6824037519013456223</id><published>2008-08-25T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:16:19.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Life After Olympics*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For past 16days I have been addicted to Olympics, basically turn the TV on as soon as I get home. The Kiwis did well with the medals, I almost cry when Mahe used all his energy to compete the race, he has done a wonerful job. *RESPECT TO YOU BRO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my normal life - Been really busy with everything. Packing, packing and packing. I reckon I am busier during the weekend and after work than normal working hours. Though not as busy, work has been quite full on and some of works it's just repetitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Concentrate on planning!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6824037519013456223?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6824037519013456223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6824037519013456223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6824037519013456223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6824037519013456223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-after-olympics.html' title='~*Life After Olympics*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4116049766968752544</id><published>2008-08-09T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:23:13.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>~*Beijing Olympics 2008*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SJ1Ex6i17aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OUv2Hv6x9fU/s1600-h/beijing-olympic-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232413966394060194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SJ1Ex6i17aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OUv2Hv6x9fU/s320/beijing-olympic-2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since the heat topic at the moment is all about the Olympic in Beijing, of course, I am taking a closer look at the event.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up all night till 4am (due to time differences), just for the Kiwi team made their entrance to the Bird Nest in Beijinng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the opening ceremony was breathtaking. Cries of excitement started at the very beginning... from the light drums countdown to the "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" style for the lighting of the Olympic flame. Guess... because I can somehow related to the history of China the sets that been performed have made a lot of sense to me. I was particularly touched of the theme song, though may not be the most vocal/up beat song... the simple lyrics and rythm just brought back the them of - You and me, from one world.. it's that simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2001, after the announcement that Beijing will host the 2008 Olympics, honestly, I havent pay much attentions and frankly, I can say 70% of what I have heard about the event has been negative. Hence, I haven't pay much attention to it. But after the Opening ceremony from last night... I have done some google on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Ning, the one who light the Olympic Flame running across the wall.... He is indeed a legend of gymnastic... Then I googled him and saw some of the footage from youtube. After you see his sets in gymnastic back in the 80's, then you'll know - THAT'S why he been addressed as the King of Gynast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SJ1EirfVP6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/VNGSedbUYwA/s1600-h/li+ning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232413704654765986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SJ1EirfVP6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/VNGSedbUYwA/s320/li+ning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now, I know why Chinese were so looking forward to this day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCoDqlv8TAk&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GO Go the Kiwi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Go GO the Malay!!!&lt;br /&gt;Go Go the Chinse!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These, what made up of me... lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4116049766968752544?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4116049766968752544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4116049766968752544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4116049766968752544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4116049766968752544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics-2008.html' title='~*Beijing Olympics 2008*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SJ1Ex6i17aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OUv2Hv6x9fU/s72-c/beijing-olympic-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-9072972972127850950</id><published>2008-07-28T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:04:17.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*Happy... It's Easy*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being happy is not a very hard task. You will always meet people with lots to worries. You might be one of them in one point, or you might see a lot of people going through all these worries and uncertainties hence feeling all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I might still have my ups and downs at times. However, at least now I know I can handle them better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I started this blog I have named it "The Journey". As I know life is a journey and would like to record it down. Things that I am going through; things that I have been through and wonder... where/how I come out from the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few changes that are happening in my life at the moment. Not only planning of the departure of Auckland... The place that I live all through my teenage years and early adults life. Memories and a sense of comfort have been built. Now I have decided that I should move out from my comfort zone and start a new life... Cause I believe this is how you can grow. Again this is a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course. I am feeling closer to God. This have really made a huge different in my life... Knowing you can let God be the driver of your life and HE is always so unconditionally love us. I have put my worries behind. This will be a journey too... taking steps... One by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-9072972972127850950?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/9072972972127850950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=9072972972127850950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/9072972972127850950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/9072972972127850950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-its-easy.html' title='~*Happy... It&apos;s Easy*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6194489359538397248</id><published>2008-07-09T18:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:49:46.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>~*Centre Of The Attention*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ever been the centre of attention??&lt;br /&gt;It's not your birthday party,&lt;br /&gt;Not your wedding,&lt;br /&gt;not your graduation day,&lt;br /&gt;Not that you were the hottest person in town,&lt;br /&gt;Nor you have the weirdest appearance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of two big bags,&lt;br /&gt;Paper bags and they are not rubbish bags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SHSS0Ji8uTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GkP3OLpwC9c/s1600-h/IMG_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220959292642605362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SHSS0Ji8uTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GkP3OLpwC9c/s320/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pinga, Fung and I were the centre of attention after our shopping spree in Gucci.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe we attract instant attentiona as we walked in to the restaurant..(Well, yeah, never have that in my life without decorated with these two bags)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon people just start discussing about...not us, but the two big bags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220960695899107218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SHSUF1FXr5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/y7fo1wMkKo8/s320/511-gossip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No wonder a lot of people are after brand, now I know why. Not only projecting a status also the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok... I'm not a brand slave, but I do love Gucci bags (who doesnt...) so with Pinga''s glory, I have found my another love of the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SHSV5FGL_mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YsNWRTS6ogE/s1600-h/IMG_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220962675882458722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SHSV5FGL_mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YsNWRTS6ogE/s320/IMG_3503.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/6556303813150634543-6194489359538397248?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6194489359538397248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6194489359538397248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6194489359538397248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6194489359538397248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/07/centre-of-attention.html' title='~*Centre Of The Attention*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SHSS0Ji8uTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GkP3OLpwC9c/s72-c/IMG_3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6708469834188210181</id><published>2008-06-26T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:26:35.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ORCHESTRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>~*Beethoven's Symphony*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Watching the performance of an Orchestra live is priceless, after all these years I got a chance to attend one of the performance by Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra. When Fung and I looked at their programme we have locked in and wanted to watch &lt;a href="http://www.aucklandphil.co.nz/index.php/ps_pagename/eventdetail/eventid/335"&gt;this show&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven Symphony No.7... sounded exactly like that one I have heard before. (Except the whole music lasted for about an hour) heheh... which doubled the enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Mf2y2pd2Ww&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The exprience of watching the symphony performance live, you can really see how the conductor lead the whole group. The different sound level are just amazing, imagine it, orchestra is playing the music purely by their technique nothing to do with any digital sound affect. So solely the volume itself, it's all control by the player with their own technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then conductor acted like a digital music editor to adjust the effect of sound from different part of orchestra e.g. the string, then comes the drum, then the flute and then the trumpet ... at the end they all fited perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes, only one word after the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAVO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6708469834188210181?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6708469834188210181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6708469834188210181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6708469834188210181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6708469834188210181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/06/beethovens-symphony.html' title='~*Beethoven&apos;s Symphony*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4221379685589085421</id><published>2008-06-18T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:55:23.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prisoner of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>~*Last Friends*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Fh1ijpOepo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Everyone have their own problems and secrets that they can never tell a soul.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is suffering from some kind of stress that no one can understand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SGIirVUKyyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V6owyASEvas/s1600-h/Last+friends+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215769446299912994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SGIirVUKyyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V6owyASEvas/s400/Last+friends+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One of the most beautiful scene...&lt;br /&gt;Miruchi is suffering from domestic violence and sat at the park alone was being picked up by Ruka...&lt;br /&gt;Ruka brought her back to "share house" without asking her the reason why she's alone,&lt;br /&gt;but Ruka can tell that Miruchi is feeling lonely...&lt;br /&gt;Ruka saw Miruchi wept during her sleep and got all upset and kiss the girl she always been in love with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4221379685589085421?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4221379685589085421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4221379685589085421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4221379685589085421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4221379685589085421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-friends.html' title='~*Last Friends*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SGIirVUKyyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V6owyASEvas/s72-c/Last+friends+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-7737086325625422648</id><published>2008-06-09T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:58:36.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><title type='text'>~*mE*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SEzwVWsPo0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1SMdxC4ijFQ/s1600-h/personality.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209803118619894594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SEzwVWsPo0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1SMdxC4ijFQ/s400/personality.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-7737086325625422648?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7737086325625422648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=7737086325625422648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7737086325625422648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7737086325625422648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/06/me.html' title='~*mE*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SEzwVWsPo0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1SMdxC4ijFQ/s72-c/personality.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8025610514720573301</id><published>2008-06-08T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:15:07.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='express'/><title type='text'>~*Timeless*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There is a saying in Chinese, it something goes like "You learn as long as you live" Which means that no matter how old we are, we shouldn't feel too old to learn things. You can challenge a lot of things, but try challenge the chinese saying. They are pretty accurate, in fact, I think we kind of live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the big 30 in a couple of years time, I have encounter maybe a late 20's crisis. It's not as scary as it sound, but I have come to realised how I have wasted almost half of my life so far. All I have always been wanting all my life was a simple and less-stress life. Escaping from the real world or family business/issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that, come to think about it. How I used to have these big dreams about what I wanted to be in my life then how I was so ambitious... None of what I wanted to be have come into place today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not to waste any time" it's like my motto at the moment, not wanting to have any more blanks. I have been living in a life of clueless and goal-less for a long long time. I think it's time to step out from my self-built comfort zone, go and experience something difference. Or really, maybe just do things that I used to enjoy and also picking things that I used to be interested in and maybe pursue the knowledge to a fruther level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes I look at myself and think all to myself... I can be better... and now I am trying to be... ok... working on it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to say "maybe", "might"... more to "definitely"... "it is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SEuxAEiLyUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VtrCS0wZpuc/s1600-h/Aug+07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209452008759347522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SEuxAEiLyUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VtrCS0wZpuc/s200/Aug+07+007.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/6556303813150634543-8025610514720573301?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8025610514720573301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8025610514720573301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8025610514720573301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8025610514720573301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/06/timeless.html' title='~*Timeless*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SEuxAEiLyUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VtrCS0wZpuc/s72-c/Aug+07+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6828907371260343113</id><published>2008-06-04T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:13:51.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>~*Life Outside Work*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am trying to pick up something again that I have done back in school.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while and hopefully I can do this... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill up my free time... so instead of work, I want to do something else too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I enjoy something that I like. Not but or ummm... I am definitely going to do it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6828907371260343113?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6828907371260343113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6828907371260343113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6828907371260343113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6828907371260343113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-outside-work.html' title='~*Life Outside Work*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3054966459957151502</id><published>2008-05-17T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:34:08.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~*Congrats to my younger cousin -YING*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wish I could be there,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing your stress and/or happiness...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there when I needed you,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say a big congratulations to you,&lt;br /&gt;Hug you... give you supports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand I am always be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a younger cousin,&lt;br /&gt;and just like my little sister... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you wil be a good wife,&lt;br /&gt;Not many might have notice your caring charm,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure someone has apart from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day,&lt;br /&gt;This is your special day...&lt;br /&gt;As you are the beautiful bride with your prince charming...&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the aisle and to your bright future way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d74cedebabf93b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5602973231291507024</id><published>2008-05-11T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:32:52.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made of Honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~*Made of Honor*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Over the weekend I have been to the movie twice. I watched &lt;em&gt;Ironman&lt;/em&gt; on Friday night and then &lt;em&gt;Made of Honor&lt;/em&gt; on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with &lt;em&gt;Ironman&lt;/em&gt; I reckoned it's a typical superhero movie. Interesting and predictatble with how the storyline is going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with &lt;em&gt;Made of Honor&lt;/em&gt;, it's quite refreshing. It's like &lt;em&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding.&lt;/em&gt; However, in the other way round. The story is pretty simple, but the story is not what's important, it's how the actors and actress carry out the different scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have lots of laughs throughout the movie, especially with some stupid-and-yet funny lines and scenes. I like how the movie kept me smiling even after I walked out from the cinema. Also, the movie has reminded me a good friend of mine once had asked me to be his "best man" for his wedding and he will be my bridesmaid for my wedding. Of course I didn't appeared to be his best man when he got married. But, I will definitely make him my bridesmaid SHOULD I get marry oNe DaY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SCbK-HKJvrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yDTHO6VWRaQ/s1600-h/made-of-honor-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199065988268146354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SCbK-HKJvrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yDTHO6VWRaQ/s320/made-of-honor-poster.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/6556303813150634543-5602973231291507024?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5602973231291507024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5602973231291507024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5602973231291507024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5602973231291507024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/05/made-of-honor.html' title='~*Made of Honor*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SCbK-HKJvrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yDTHO6VWRaQ/s72-c/made-of-honor-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4338881304643200767</id><published>2008-05-04T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:43:51.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life journey'/><title type='text'>~*Grey Skies*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It looks likes we are now in the middle of Autumn and it has been raining for the past three days. The whole city is so grey and wet, which has totally effected my mood. But, I know I can not be effected because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there are a lot of things happening and that got me thinking. With my problem I can always think too far and hence not able to bounced back, eventually from a very optimistic thoughts lead to pessimistic thinking. These "things" that I have been thinking about, well, some of them I can share it and to a point they are sick of me talking about it and some of these "things" appeared that I am the only person who can solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been happy recently? I think I have, but my "thinking" have started taking a toll over my emotions. Have you ever felt so vulnerable? Like so fragile that you can be broken with just a single touch? Some might not notice this as you look just fine and solid from the outside, but really, what's inside are all hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caring hug might send you to tears and a concern phone call from someone you love might fill up some of the empty spaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quote to share: "Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty." Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SB2P7FjFtJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gWOT12QTw2I/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196467790319826066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SB2P7FjFtJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gWOT12QTw2I/s320/lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm in a journey....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm IN... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zMTM3NcVYB" width="300" height="110" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4338881304643200767?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4338881304643200767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4338881304643200767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4338881304643200767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4338881304643200767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/05/grey-skies.html' title='~*Grey Skies*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SB2P7FjFtJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gWOT12QTw2I/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5460356628711030652</id><published>2008-04-27T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:37:26.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Originality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabah'/><title type='text'>~*Am I a Local? - Sabahan*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are a true Sabahan when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You drive at right lane of the road, with a speed of only 50 KM/H. If people horn behind you, you still don't know what's wrong. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;- I think I'm always faster than 50KM/H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You have the luxury of working from 8 AM to 5 PM (get off work punctually). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- I don't work in Sabah... but yes, 8-5 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You don't believe that there is any "clean" politician in Sabah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Not that I know a lot about Sabah politics... I have lost track...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You feel "obligated" to reach the top of Mount Kinabalu at least once in a lifetime. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- YES YES! And I have done it!! Once and for all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You prefer a big car than a big house (probably you can't drive a big house around to show off). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-I thought big car protect you from crazy truck driver and bumps pn the roads with lots of holes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You wear slipper and short wherever you go, even in city. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- This is so true... well.. doesn't really matter I can walk into a high class restaurant with my flip-flop and short...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You still think that Labuan belongs to Sabah. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Ok, once belongs to Sabah, always part of Sabah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You will not go to any FREE seminar / function that has no food or refreshment. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Have not been to any...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) You don't care about service. You just want things cheap, cheap, cheap. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Not apply to me though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) You know where to get your candles and torch light quickly in the total darkness (due to training by frequent blackout).  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;LOL... If you are a Sabahan you shouldn't be scared of the dark...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) You know what "aramaitiee" means... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- No... I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) You shout "referee bodoh" and at the same time throw mineral water bottles on the pitch during a football match at Likas Stadium.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Never been to football match in KK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Your Timorese maid ran away with her lover, taking your money or jewellery along.. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hear this all the time... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) You doubt someone's mykad wether it is real or fake.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- I can't even remember my IC # by heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Your favourite assemblyman whom you vote and supported all this while...gambled away and lost a whopping 60 million ringgit in a London casino.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- I thought he is from West Msia?!??! Who is he though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) You go inside a karaoke at 12 pm and realise that the place is still open at 5 am... &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hmmm... unsure...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) You come across a supposedly local person but with a very foreign accent.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- HMM!!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) You cannot vote in an election because someone has voted on behalf of you... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Haven't have a chance to contribute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) You own a bakakuk  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Own a WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5460356628711030652?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5460356628711030652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5460356628711030652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5460356628711030652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5460356628711030652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-local-sabahan.html' title='~*Am I a Local? - Sabahan*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2660531659000697455</id><published>2008-04-20T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:55:01.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>~*Thinker*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There were a lot to digest, words and phrases are still digesting in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;The thinking progress have then turned into a dead end corner which was not able to make a U-turn; to come back right up.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Feel like something had hit hard and the thinking cells are once again awaken by the hit.&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the dead end corner and none is making sense, the best thing to do is to lean on Him.&lt;br /&gt;He will give you the answer, He has the plan.&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, He opened the door at the dead end corner and welcomed me...&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel safe and released...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2660531659000697455?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2660531659000697455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2660531659000697455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2660531659000697455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2660531659000697455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinker.html' title='~*Thinker*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6583788312892997837</id><published>2008-04-13T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:36:15.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>~*Decision...Decision...*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Ever feel like you have thousands of words wanted to start pouring out from your mouth, but when the right person is there and at the right place; not a single word could come out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all because of trying to make decisions...&lt;br /&gt;When there are options there are chances...&lt;br /&gt;When there are options and chances then you have to make a decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have not making any major decisions on my own over the years. All things seem like going according to plan or chance. Being a conservative investor like I am, I have to make sure the decision that I make is the one that is most beneficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;The options are quite different from each other... It's like...&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;change&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Explore into a different lifestyle? Different environment? Face the new challenge? Which might be quite tough... or&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;stay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ? Stay with things that you are familiar with and comfortable with? Building confidence and be an expert on the current things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I think I am blessed. I have my friends my family who always being very supportive with my decisions... But I'm here... thinking... not sure what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SAGamZZteaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rsKvRGmMXdI/s1600-h/mong+yin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188598230151952802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SAGamZZteaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rsKvRGmMXdI/s320/mong+yin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; 茫然地在想&lt;br /&gt;想像未來會是怎樣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6583788312892997837?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6583788312892997837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6583788312892997837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6583788312892997837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6583788312892997837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/04/decisiondecision.html' title='~*Decision...Decision...*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SAGamZZteaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rsKvRGmMXdI/s72-c/mong+yin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-9184541200549168922</id><published>2008-04-07T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:57:41.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>~*Encounter Someone Rude*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Me: "Hi, this is xxx calling from xxx. I am aware that you took over the store as of (date). I am trying to get hold of the old owner in regards to the account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New owner: "You know I took over the shop as of (date) and I should not be paying the old account as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"No... you do not have to pay for the old account. However, I need to contact the old owner, do you have his contact?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New owner: "No, you can not get hold of him cause he passed away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:*shock* *Speechless* "oh... ok... so do you know who is looking after the account for him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New owner: "yes you can talk to me,I am his son." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(can't believe we have the previous conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Oh... ok... this is about his account, there are still outstanding amount in the account that need to be paid off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New owner the son:" I can't touch his money! I am not going to pay you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"But you said you are now looking after the account and you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New owner the son:"No, I can't touch his money. He died without a will, so before I can touch his money I am not going to pay you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me..being stuck in the middle do not know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Since you said you are going to look after the account, then I will forward the invoices to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New owner the son:"Ok, but I am not going to pay you. It's his account, so if you want to get the account paid you can ask him... but that is impossible you know" *cheeky laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I think he is starting to get a bit rude. First of all, I rang to do my job and I didn't know his father passed away and I just found out... so I was not trying to be rude here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;New Owner the son:"Ok, send me the invoices and I will think about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.. being nothing much that I can do... "Ok, I will send them to you and I'm sorry with what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Owner the son:"No sorry, we are talking about business here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME...*speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what is going in his mind?? Stress? Grief? But for some reason I really don't think he has much respect for his late father...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-9184541200549168922?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/9184541200549168922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=9184541200549168922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/9184541200549168922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/9184541200549168922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/04/encounter-someone-rude.html' title='~*Encounter Someone Rude*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2051498960889578717</id><published>2008-04-05T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:41:21.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*Crap - The Cold*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Definitely not happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up in the morning with a sore throat, running nose and a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I really want to eat and hate to drive to get takeaway so when time is tough, then turn to the instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Without any strength of doing anything too mentally consuming, I just watched TV (all day) and do some light chores around the house. Slept more until I desperately need some food not because I was hungry but I was extremely weak... Tough time... Tuna and crackers!! I'm sure this is why I have been stocking up instant food from last weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap cold... crap food... and crap mood.. that's what my Saturday have been all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R_dXDYepn9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/p4sNGhVErC8/s1600-h/pigflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185709211562647506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R_dXDYepn9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/p4sNGhVErC8/s320/pigflu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qoute of the day: "The pain is there for a reason, cause you learn from the pain..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2051498960889578717?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2051498960889578717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2051498960889578717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2051498960889578717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2051498960889578717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/04/crap-cold.html' title='~*Crap - The Cold*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R_dXDYepn9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/p4sNGhVErC8/s72-c/pigflu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3941962001373286228</id><published>2008-04-05T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:08:02.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Song In My Head*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGv55K4mRcE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGv55K4mRcE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3941962001373286228?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3941962001373286228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3941962001373286228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3941962001373286228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3941962001373286228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-in-my-head.html' title='~*Song In My Head*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1624801334041975378</id><published>2008-03-31T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:53:06.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future planning'/><title type='text'>~*Time is running out*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm feeling anxious, cause I might be running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for some sort of feedback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait... be patience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1624801334041975378?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1624801334041975378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1624801334041975378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1624801334041975378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1624801334041975378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-is-running-out.html' title='~*Time is running out*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1675445767333350064</id><published>2008-03-23T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:30:18.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>~*Stuck*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When your planned journey has to come to a stop.... because you are stuck?&lt;br /&gt;I have planned and I have looked forward to. When you thought everything will turn out to be fine and go as plan, other issues will start popping up. Most of the time it's not even your problem, it's always someone else's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the heck has now become my own problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you are having a nice jounrney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R-Y-Soepn8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8vEh-eQJJls/s1600-h/stuck-4door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180896911160876994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R-Y-Soepn8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8vEh-eQJJls/s320/stuck-4door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Car stuck in the mud and you can't really do anything until someone come and help you. Honestly, if Im that guy, I would have no idea how to walk away with a smile on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what I should learn..."smile even if it turns sh$T, coz eventually it will work out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1675445767333350064?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1675445767333350064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1675445767333350064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1675445767333350064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1675445767333350064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/03/stuck.html' title='~*Stuck*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R-Y-Soepn8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8vEh-eQJJls/s72-c/stuck-4door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-6723410956195677093</id><published>2008-03-18T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:19:02.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~*Very Heaty*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think I need icy cold water, just feeling all "grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................." inside...&lt;br /&gt;Everything and anything that can move or can't move is a needle in my eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrr..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHgbqFUDebY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-6723410956195677093?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6723410956195677093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=6723410956195677093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6723410956195677093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/6723410956195677093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-heaty.html' title='~*Very Heaty*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2294841228636393249</id><published>2008-03-12T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:08:25.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>~*Malaysia Reality Show*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This show is cracking me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malaysian Dreamgirl :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well you can say this is somewhat the Malaysian version of "&lt;em&gt;American Next Top Model"&lt;/em&gt; However, the show has a strong taste of &lt;em&gt;American Idol, &lt;/em&gt; with the set-up of the audition room; judges to some nasty comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this show really gives you some insight of what Malaysian girls look like and we have a good mix of races too. Also, you can tell that Education in Malaysia seem to be very important, say, if they are doing their studies in university/graduated that will be the highlight of the introduction. Whereas, the one that maybe not doing any tertiary study they will emphasise on how they passion about being modelling. Sadly but truly, they have a very limited knowledge on the modelling industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't spend a lot of time in M'sia so this show is good for me so I can get to know more about the celebrity society in Msia. Jimmy, one of the judge, he seems very professional and veeeryyy nice and sweeet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2294841228636393249?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2294841228636393249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2294841228636393249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2294841228636393249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2294841228636393249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/03/malaysia-reality-show.html' title='~*Malaysia Reality Show*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3730709850683479189</id><published>2008-03-08T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:35:12.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*...*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not an angry teenager and certainly have never been one...&lt;br /&gt;But when you are down and emotional then you feel like everyone turns their back on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has never been easy especially when emotional strikes. I remember when I was at my "sorta" angry teenager years, I have asked my sister about a question "Is it possible that ones can stopped their emotions through surgery?" She said might be possible, from her studies the &lt;em&gt;brain&lt;/em&gt; text book has stated that between your left and your right brain there are these thin tissues which provoke emotions and if these tissues are damaged then this person will have no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of my mind was thinking... "Wow! That's amzing!! Can I have that too?" Then she said, the poorest thing that can happen to a person is to live without emotions, as there will be no happiness; no excitment and no sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... still I think isn't it the coolest that could happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R9JdcIy6--I/AAAAAAAAAHk/gpYnttGoiw8/s1600-h/emo10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175301659780905954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R9JdcIy6--I/AAAAAAAAAHk/gpYnttGoiw8/s320/emo10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3730709850683479189?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3730709850683479189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3730709850683479189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3730709850683479189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3730709850683479189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='~*...*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R9JdcIy6--I/AAAAAAAAAHk/gpYnttGoiw8/s72-c/emo10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3222932696388672659</id><published>2008-03-01T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:31:47.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>~*My precious weekend*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grey skies,&lt;br /&gt;Constant drizzle of rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect day to stay inside.&lt;br /&gt;My normal perfect weekend,&lt;br /&gt;Woke up during lunch time,&lt;br /&gt;Then follow with a nice cup of coffee...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe do some light simple chores around the house...&lt;br /&gt;Then go back to my room and start my DVD marathon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over car parkings and line up at the checkout is the last thing that I want to do in a wet weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I got to admit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R8kT_4VloaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OaMXCdut7q4/s1600-h/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172687635187343778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R8kT_4VloaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OaMXCdut7q4/s320/couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3222932696388672659?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3222932696388672659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3222932696388672659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3222932696388672659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3222932696388672659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-precious-weekend.html' title='~*My precious weekend*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R8kT_4VloaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OaMXCdut7q4/s72-c/couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4790846637900402317</id><published>2008-02-25T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:17:49.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~*The song that gets me up today*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aww... it was a Monday and Monday morning is the worse of all time. What I normally do to get myself up in the monring is to turn on my radio and select ZM 91, coz you just can't go back to sleep with their energetic voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were playing this song.... I actually thought the chorus goes like this "Should i give up,Or should i just keep chasing &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;payments&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" So I was like... great. this is just great... isn't that my job is to CHASE PAYMENTS?? All the time and everytime? I was thinking, oh, isn't it the best song that can really get me up and want to work? NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was curious, I thought "hey, how come someone wants to sing about a credit control job? There's nothing really that exciting?" Then I googled it... then it leade dme to Yahoo, as there was this guy who asked the same question as I did. So I clicked into it (by the way, nothing found in youtube) so this girl was saying "the song is chasing PAVEMENTS, you moron"... OH! How embarssing and she's rude too... anyway, so I listened to this song again... it turned out to be a really well written and nice song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/soLlNubWltI&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i giess I need more time to get to the bottom of what this song really means. However, I find her voice is very unique and strong. Love it, at least it's not just another commercial song... I kinda sick of Rhiana's &lt;em&gt;Please Don't Stop The Music..&lt;/em&gt; I can't help it but sing out "Please stop the music... now.. now... now..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4790846637900402317?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4790846637900402317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4790846637900402317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4790846637900402317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4790846637900402317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/02/song-that-gets-me-up-today.html' title='~*The song that gets me up today*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2599533130874012699</id><published>2008-02-20T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:33:01.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><title type='text'>~*The Victory*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We fought and we might win.&lt;br /&gt;If we have never fight for it, no one will feel sorry for you if you loose.&lt;br /&gt;The nature of human and animal,&lt;br /&gt;We have to stand-up for ourselves and go for what we really want, otherwise your opponent will come in and step into it. THEN you loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, I feel like I'm living in a competition.&lt;br /&gt;Like the Big Brother reality show?&lt;br /&gt;Using strategies to get rid of your opponents,&lt;br /&gt;create dramas... make noises... defend yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, you are the last one out of the house, then you are the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2599533130874012699?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2599533130874012699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2599533130874012699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2599533130874012699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2599533130874012699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/02/victory.html' title='~*The Victory*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2346474620122467342</id><published>2008-02-18T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:14:06.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~*Look like me?!*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Does he looks like me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7lPDy1R_0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/04BA4mu5ylQ/s1600-h/IMG_3135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168248973987807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7lPDy1R_0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/04BA4mu5ylQ/s320/IMG_3135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yay! My little nephew look like me when he smile! We share something in common, except the surname and the genes/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly see him with big grin on his face, this is seldomn and yet baby's smile is the most beautiful and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2346474620122467342?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2346474620122467342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2346474620122467342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2346474620122467342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2346474620122467342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-like-me.html' title='~*Look like me?!*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7lPDy1R_0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/04BA4mu5ylQ/s72-c/IMG_3135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2467212789361425101</id><published>2008-02-14T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:20:12.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>~*happy Valentine's Day*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7QU7y1R_zI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9bMLSlmqbg0/s1600-h/monkey+love+farts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166777689990889266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7QU7y1R_zI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9bMLSlmqbg0/s320/monkey+love+farts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just in time........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a day all about Love - Roses - Chocolate - Wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day where florists make loads of money, where they have all the right to overprice their roses and flowers and yet still alot of "valentines" buying them. There is one florist in Wellington who has a very unique character. She has refused to sell roses and refuse to do deliveries as she thinks the price is too unfair and hence the deliveries are too demanding in a day. &lt;strong&gt;Good on you miss florist! I salute you... &lt;/strong&gt;Honestly, with my character and my study, the nature of business is to earn money. If there's an opportunity to make money then you have to grab this moment and get the most out of it. In fact miss florist down at Wellington decided not to! This is probably one thing that I can't do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm saying this not because I'm feeling dissapointed with myself that I went to the gym after work, then food shopping and went home open a can of nacho sauce and stick it in the microwave and dah da..... my dinner. No this is not bad at all, you know why? Because car parks are available at the gym with 0mins of waiting (usually the wait is up to 20mins) &lt;strong&gt;SCORE~&lt;/strong&gt; Then went to food shopping, no waiting in the line... well.. didn't make a difference, coz I was at supermarket at around 8pm. Oh, having my favourite nachos and watching TV at home with no interruptions and no rushing traffic in restaurants &lt;strong&gt;SCORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sad talks here... hehehe... Because I have my present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7QTvC1R_xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0OJ-os5IeSo/s1600-h/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166776371435929362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7QTvC1R_xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0OJ-os5IeSo/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo... it's so pretty!!! :) I always know how to treat myself good... lol (Yea, just another reason to buy myself a gift... kekekek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not all... what actually made my day is the dark chocolate that I got from Joey... *touched* Thank you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7QUUS1R_yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/10fLwxW5j5E/s1600-h/watchback.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166777011386056482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7QUUS1R_yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/10fLwxW5j5E/s320/watchback.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Night out.... Take care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2467212789361425101?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2467212789361425101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2467212789361425101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2467212789361425101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2467212789361425101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='~*happy Valentine&apos;s Day*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R7QU7y1R_zI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9bMLSlmqbg0/s72-c/monkey+love+farts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3537570881759686354</id><published>2008-02-10T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:24:36.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>~* Chinese New Year*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Home sick...?! What? Me? Homesick? That's a bit odd, as I don't normally have this feeling. Over the years (counting with my 10 fingers and ran out...) 15 years being away from home, well, I should have got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in a way living away from home and have to take care of myself are no stranger to me. But, during the time of Chinese New Year (CNY) the feeling of home sick starts flowing in. For the past four days I have made almost 10 contacts with my family, just wanted to hear their voices during this time of the year. Feeling like... I am with them celebrating one of the important festive with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, we will put on new clothes and make lots of yummy food and prepare all sort of snacks during this time of the year. This is because CNY is all about gathering, eating and chatting, from the day of CNY eve the big feed starts kicking in until the 15th day of NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... being spending my 1st and 2nd day of CNY by myself, oh and my TV! The Chinese TV shows are the only thing that reminds me that it's the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the gathering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R66kiy1R_vI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VNDjnWT23po/s1600-h/CNY+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165246740308295410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R66kiy1R_vI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VNDjnWT23po/s320/CNY+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I miss the lion dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R66lKi1R_wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cwAa51LA8uw/s1600-h/lion+dance+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165247423208095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R66lKi1R_wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cwAa51LA8uw/s320/lion+dance+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a prosperous year!! ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3537570881759686354?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3537570881759686354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3537570881759686354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3537570881759686354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3537570881759686354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='~* Chinese New Year*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R66kiy1R_vI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VNDjnWT23po/s72-c/CNY+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1300348435257845759</id><published>2008-01-23T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:22:11.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>~*It Begins From Here*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I have to make a start of pursuing my next step for my career. This is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how much my view has become clearer as of 2008. For some reason, I can't see the point of where I can continue growing in my career until I start doing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also my perspective is becoming wider as I see how things are not going to work if this some people are not listening despite how many times you have said it and made yourself clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole comfort zone kicked in... as you are deiciding to leave your comfort zone, this is going to be tough and future is kinda unforseeable... However, I have trust in myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1300348435257845759?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1300348435257845759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1300348435257845759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1300348435257845759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1300348435257845759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-begins-from-here.html' title='~*It Begins From Here*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8235234065294663491</id><published>2008-01-18T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:26:55.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>~*Summer Summer*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's the Summer and we should be in the middle of Summer if I'm correct. I love the weather I love the heat. Ok.... it kinda remind me of home, but it's a different kind of heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Summer as this is the best time of the year. Sometimes I wonder, can we just biffed Winter? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Summer is the fact that I can just live with t-shirt, short and jandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Summer is the fact that it will not increase my apetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Summer is because everyone seems to a bit happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Summer because no heavy; thick jacket needs to be worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Summer is because this is the time of the year that you can enjoy &lt;em&gt;Summer Ale...&lt;/em&gt; Yummm... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R5B6L4EHxXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lmrK7Z88Pbc/s1600-h/summer+ale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156755917786039666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R5B6L4EHxXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lmrK7Z88Pbc/s320/summer+ale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Summer is because sunset is at 9pm and sunrises at 5:50am. You have much more sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Summer, there's always a reason to take a walk down the road tp get smoothies or fruit juice. hhhmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about Summer though, it's I don't have any sunnies and I will look absolutely like a monkey when sun strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R5B8gYEHxYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gns0GXRZwXA/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156758468996613506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R5B8gYEHxYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gns0GXRZwXA/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Summer Summer..... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8235234065294663491?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8235234065294663491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8235234065294663491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8235234065294663491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8235234065294663491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/01/summer-summer.html' title='~*Summer Summer*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R5B6L4EHxXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lmrK7Z88Pbc/s72-c/summer+ale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8566307332802048884</id><published>2008-01-15T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:17:36.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>~*NY Resolutions*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After 15days into year 2008, it's finally come to the time to jot down some of my new year resolutions for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually just started doing it at the start of 2006. &lt;em&gt;Does it actually work? In terms of, whether or not I really do what I have set myself to achieve?&lt;/em&gt; Ok, honestly, I haven't actually review the list after I wrote it. hehehe... However, it's more like a check-list for myself for the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://bernardine.blogs.friendster.com/bs_life/2007/01/index.html"&gt;2007 new year resolutions &lt;/a&gt;has been recorded in my old blog. Checklist start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Work on my attitudes; attitudes make-over&lt;/em&gt;. With this, I have worked on my indecisive and be more agressive then work towards my goal. I have actually work towards a more "straight to the point" attitude and try not to beat around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Take a course or self-study on Excel.&lt;/em&gt; Ha... no I have not taken any course related to this. :( However, I reckon I need to take a course on some sort to upgrade myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Be more organise. &lt;/em&gt;Yes, I think I have achieve this. I have use my diary, at least I clean my house once a week and keeping to an acceptable level. 80% punctuality, I reckon. So this one, have more to work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Investment. &lt;/em&gt;I don't have $$ for investment. But I have spent $$ to advanced my knowledge by doing some travelling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5&amp;amp;6) DO MORE EXCERCISE&lt;/em&gt; . I did managed to go to the gym at least twice a week. hehehe... but still have not taken up hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have achieve during year 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4yL84EHxTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l9EaJ0DsvLU/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155649551390459186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4yL84EHxTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l9EaJ0DsvLU/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4yPqIEHxWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_hLQZpGy95o/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155653627314423138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4yPqIEHxWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_hLQZpGy95o/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Well... according to my scale figure I have lost some weights. Which I am glad of... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7) &lt;em&gt;Take care of my friends whenever I can and keeping a close relationship with them. Appreciate of having them in my life. &lt;/em&gt;I have not taken anyone for granted... and I know I should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;em&gt;FAMILY&lt;/em&gt;. Have always been and always gonna be my FIRST. Been back home twice for family weddings this year and was so happy that I have a lot of involvement in these two weddings also get to spend time with my family. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;em&gt;The Lord&lt;/em&gt;. My first priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;em&gt; Pursue my career&lt;/em&gt;. I am planning on this one, definitely one of my main goals this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like I haven't done too bad with my new year resolution of 2007. :) Of course, more works need to be done this year and in a harder way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from working on with the ones that I have got from last year, there are a few additional to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Save... save... save....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Read more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Start a budget and work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Plan for OE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Develop and interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8566307332802048884?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8566307332802048884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8566307332802048884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8566307332802048884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8566307332802048884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/01/ny-resolutions.html' title='~*NY Resolutions*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4yL84EHxTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l9EaJ0DsvLU/s72-c/IMG_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1292401082682195490</id><published>2008-01-13T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:20:15.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arlena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chester'/><title type='text'>~*Continue- Family Wedding *~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like my cousin has requested and waiting for my continue story from the wedding. So, without further ado.... let me continue... lol Thanks for your support though... ~^_^~ *Smile with tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was last month, however, I can still almost clearly remember the preparation of the wedding and what happened during the day of the big day 20th Dec. Well, actually I have watched the wedding video and so it brought back the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one of cousin of the groom, you will definitely been assigned to a job or a role. So, as you can imagine everyone was busy with their own role on the day before the wedding. The 'leading car' was decorated by Sin and Nora...maybe some help from others, I wasn't quite sure but managed to rushed out to take some photos of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nZJoEHxMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GakuVwSuT1U/s1600-h/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154890007898997954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nZJoEHxMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GakuVwSuT1U/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First timer of docrating the "leading car" was a pretty good success I must say, I am proud of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nZ1oEHxNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kl5uo7q1KdU/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154890763813242066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nZ1oEHxNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kl5uo7q1KdU/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can imagine anything can happen during this big day. My sister's (Ivy) wedding back in June reminded me of a movie call &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0141098/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forces of Nature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;That was because we have to take a road trip to Sandakan couples of days earlier for the wedding and we have encountered rain and heavy haze during our road trip and reminded me so much of the movie. Of course in a funny way, was overall a good topic to talk about years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this time, Chester's wedding... This kinda reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119738/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Not that there were anyone who jumped in the wedding trying to take the bride or the groom away. It's just all the preparations and then some of the dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. My MC partner almost didn't make it as he missed his flight during the busiest time of the year, luckily bought another two extra tickets with one transit and finally reached his destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nfwIEHxOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-b_vOEjBieU/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154897266393728226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nfwIEHxOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-b_vOEjBieU/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Applause to MC Choon Sze!! lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our pianist only have one night to prepare for his procession music... Arrived on the 19th Dec evening and I picked him up from the airport, I think he managed to take a shower then straight away has to attend the rehersal with very little preparations. Then it turned out to be just as fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4ngo4EHxPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IyOJ1vn-StQ/s1600-h/1_629524112l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154898241351304434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4ngo4EHxPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IyOJ1vn-StQ/s320/1_629524112l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So another big applause to our pianist Chit Hen... (For a moment there, I felt like I was drift driver. Driving from the airport to the chapel not only once but twice during that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third hiccup of the event was.... the morning ceremony was due to start at 9am. The decorations of the marquee should be ready by 8am, however, bu 8am the helpers were still at home preparing themselves. I guess our family was pretty good at rushing at the last minutes, without not much of a problem the marquee was looking beautifully by 8:45am, according to the shedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4ni54EHxQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lpgFJQ6vy9k/s1600-h/IMG_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154900732432336130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4ni54EHxQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lpgFJQ6vy9k/s320/IMG_1834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is... we are getting more and more experience. So with any further family wedding, I think we can just pull out the template and work from there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.... the after wedding party was FUN! Let's say CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nj44EHxRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/r21shPOkJMI/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154901814764094738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nj44EHxRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/r21shPOkJMI/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pat on our backs.... GO THE HELPERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nkaYEHxSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sUd_Lrl22no/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154902390289712418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nkaYEHxSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sUd_Lrl22no/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1292401082682195490?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1292401082682195490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1292401082682195490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1292401082682195490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1292401082682195490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2008/01/continue-family-wedding.html' title='~*Continue- Family Wedding *~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R4nZJoEHxMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GakuVwSuT1U/s72-c/IMG_1763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-7949391199519836051</id><published>2007-12-23T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:25:13.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>~*Family wedding*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R25vBIEHxKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/il4EZ3l9yo4/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147173489266377890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R25vBIEHxKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/il4EZ3l9yo4/s320/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet another family wedding, this time was my cousin &lt;em&gt;Chester's&lt;/em&gt; wedding and this time my job has been allocated as being the emcee of the night. Luckily I was accompanied with my other cousin &lt;em&gt;Choon Sze. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first time of being an emcee, I have had presentation experience from the past but not public speaking in front of 400+ guests. This was scary, the preparation started almost 2 months ago, being me seraching and doing a lot of research on the stuff that I can say and also script I download from the net. I thought everything was good until the day was here, I was so nervous and needed red wine to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the preparation work the night before the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R25tnIEHxJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6tu1MFRrZtI/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147171943078151314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R25tnIEHxJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6tu1MFRrZtI/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The house was so crowded and filled up with about 30+ of us and so glad to see all my cousins and get together. We were preparing our script and wrote on the cube cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky that there was nothing much that I have to do for the morning ceremony so I just get to relax and enjoy the beautiful wedding. Funnily at the same time at the same hotel gardern, there were a group of monks who were accompanied with lion dance, this have actually brought in some culture combinations. Anyway, the wedding has attracted tourists who walked past and join the us to witness the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R25zsoEHxLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sG6m4wf4fQQ/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147178634637198514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R25zsoEHxLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sG6m4wf4fQQ/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TBC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-7949391199519836051?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7949391199519836051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=7949391199519836051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7949391199519836051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7949391199519836051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-wedding.html' title='~*Family wedding*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R25vBIEHxKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/il4EZ3l9yo4/s72-c/Picture+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-7996419334273083110</id><published>2007-12-12T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:19:36.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dine out experience'/><title type='text'>~*One fine dine*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R1-0zP7FVbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M6zY04jEQHY/s1600-h/new_outside_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143028092021069234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R1-0zP7FVbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M6zY04jEQHY/s320/new_outside_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a difference a good dine out has made? I can tell you, it was certainly divine. &lt;em&gt;Danny &lt;/em&gt;and I went out for a good dinner tonight as this will be the last time we meet before the end of the year and it's a good time to do some good catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has always been one person that you can't go wrong with the food and the restaurant he choose. &lt;em&gt;Danny&lt;/em&gt; knows all the good food around; Chinese; French;Japanese even pub meal... you name it. So today we went to St. Tropez, a French restaurant. Which has been situated in Parnel for a long time, well at least before my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we walked in with no booking. I was actually a bit worry that they might have to turn us away and have to bring away an 'snobby' face with us. Only then she said she can offer us a table and we have to give it back to them in an hour time. I was thinking, "that's fair enough, as we have not make any booking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took about 10mins to decide what's for entree; main and dessert as well as wine, without any forcing pressure from the restaurant manager. &lt;em&gt;Danny &lt;/em&gt;and I have been extremely co-operative and taken just enough time to taste our entree. We have &lt;em&gt;chicken liver&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;French baked snails&lt;/em&gt; for entree.... There's only word to describe the taste of these both... exqusite! The &lt;em&gt;chicken liver pate&lt;/em&gt; just melt in my mouth... hhmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come our main course, I have &lt;em&gt;lamb cassarole&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Danny&lt;/em&gt; has &lt;em&gt;eye fillet steak&lt;/em&gt; long with merlot red wine. The combination was good, the first taste of the &lt;em&gt;potatoe mashed&lt;/em&gt; was so yummy. All this time, the waitresses has never come and look at our table and see whether or not we have finished and making us feeling uncomfortable. It's then when it's almost dessert time and I don't want to drag on for too long as our one hour almost up and I know if I am the manager the last thing that I want to happen in my restaurant is to have people turn up and not able to have their table ready. So I have asked to have our dessert being served while I nibbling away my lamb cassarole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dessert was &lt;em&gt;French traditional apple pie&lt;/em&gt;. First the pastry, it's soft in the middle and crsipy around the side. Then then apple, was not too sweet and have a hint of apple sour which goes really well with the sauce that it serves with. The manager came around and said we can have another 15mins so we don;t have to rush off with the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we went and pay our bill and used the &lt;em&gt;Entertainment card&lt;/em&gt; which will give us a 25% discount. The manager kindly said to us that she is sorry that she has to rush us and will not take the discount off from the card (as this is a one-off per card) and instead she gave us a personal 25% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that the whole experience dining in the restaurant was really good. We really enjoyed the food and thanks her for squeezing us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can;t really blame me for being prejudice her for being one of the snobby-up-market restaurant manager who can just get really shitty with us. As I have TOO many far TOO many bad experience with even the best restaunrant in town. But sorry &lt;em&gt;miss manager&lt;/em&gt; I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So St. Tropez, one good restaurant to dine in and it has given me a happy big smile on my face after a long day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R1-1Hv7FVcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7aCmLOu6o6E/s1600-h/14jul07.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143028444208387522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R1-1Hv7FVcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7aCmLOu6o6E/s320/14jul07.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S: My mood is getting better... the ants that  I have complained before is getting less and less.... thanks to the ants killer that I have bought in supermarket. ALSO... a day closer to HOME TIME. ^o^ Can't wait to see my family again... esp. Little Ariel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-7996419334273083110?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7996419334273083110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=7996419334273083110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7996419334273083110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7996419334273083110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-fine-dine.html' title='~*One fine dine*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/R1-0zP7FVbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M6zY04jEQHY/s72-c/new_outside_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8959014971405711366</id><published>2007-12-10T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:34:58.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*This might bring back my smile*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRqhzf-R36s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRqhzf-R36s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8959014971405711366?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8959014971405711366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8959014971405711366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8959014971405711366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8959014971405711366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-might-bring-back-my-smile.html' title='~*This might bring back my smile*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8317288118802930539</id><published>2007-12-10T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:31:34.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><title type='text'>~*Mad mad mad*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was just a nice happy morning, packed up my stuff and left home to go to work. At the back of my mind, I kept on t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinking "oh yes, not long to go until I am back to my homeland." Not like it was a long time ago since I was back. But it was always nice to be with my family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a normal day with normal tedious trackers and emails to follow up. On top of that, there were chasing boss around and asking for directions for some emergency remedy on new customers' accont. All of a sudden I felt as if someone had poked something hard on my back, as I turned around there was this big knife stabbed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email was from my big boss who never or hardly come intervene with what we do. Then from my own bossy asking why are we holding up contracts. There was a big "HUH?!?!??!" came out from me as isn't that I am the only person with access to these contracts? "WHY DOESN'T THE SALES MANAGER COMES AND TALK TO US? INSTEAD WENT ALL THE WAY UP TO BIG BOSS?" This has got to get real mad, when I said mad... I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I politely fired off an email then Toni came back and think this is rediculous and fired off an novel long email to bossy. Not that I didn't do my bit, as I have already informed the sales team that they can come to me with anything urgent to approved  cause I was really busy and caughgt up with new product and they said it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad is the only word to describe how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1) Some people can just do anything to acheive what they want to, that includes putting someone in a really uneasy situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who works with you with and have a conflict of interest- they are not your friends; you are not there to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Rude people-deserve less respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Try to please your boss without deprive yourselve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Always stand up for yourselves. Never let people take advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Always covers your back, be sure that you have done everything to covered and not letting other people come back and bite your bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When time is a bit rough and tough try taking deep breath before fire off all the nasty words that first come to you mind. Be civilised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Isn't everyone was just live with different masks. You can change your mask at different time of the day in front of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Stop moaning and start doing some real work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Smile even though you heart is crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8317288118802930539?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8317288118802930539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8317288118802930539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8317288118802930539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8317288118802930539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/12/mad-mad-mad.html' title='~*Mad mad mad*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4543803485571751178</id><published>2007-12-06T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:41:10.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social club'/><title type='text'>~*Social Club - Laser Strike*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yesterday social club at work has organised laser strike night. I SUCK! Big time... I think if I'm going to a war I will be dead by the second I walk in. Being shot not by one but being surrounded by two people and not able to run... &gt;.&lt; It was a fun game after all. There were 9 of us... we have five in the team coz four ladies with one guy and two games. Well, we have improved from the first game though... hehehe... I sweat a lot and it was so much fun.... but I just realised what I have bring with me out of laser strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4543803485571751178?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4543803485571751178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4543803485571751178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4543803485571751178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4543803485571751178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/12/social-club-laser-strike.html' title='~*Social Club - Laser Strike*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3536145856920063363</id><published>2007-12-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:29:32.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>~*Echoing*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today as I walk down the stair, we heard someone sobbing at the stairway. This is very unusual then Sam stopped and I stopped as we hope nothing serious happened like someone injured or mental break-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this sobbing voice "I love you I love you..." she kept on saying the same thing over and over again, trying so hard to get the message across to the receiver's end. Then she said "Nooo..." with the sobbing... She have tried to keep the voice down, but too upset the weeping got louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what happen there, but I can feel her. Why she kept saying "I Love you" is that because she has nothing else to say, she might have said all the stuff that she said before and the receiver never accepted it. So she said "I love you" and hopefully he gets the meaning... LOVE means: "I can do anything for you."&lt;br /&gt;" You know I mean it. Eventhough you are saying things hurting me I still love you... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked back to my car, my heart ached. She sounded helpless she sounded despair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man makes you cry and sob like this, he does not worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3536145856920063363?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3536145856920063363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3536145856920063363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3536145856920063363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3536145856920063363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/12/echoing.html' title='~*Echoing*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4795843716874400471</id><published>2007-11-28T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:12:50.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>~*Not in the bestest mood*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please don't take me for granted....&lt;br /&gt;I feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take me for granted...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a dumb kid being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take me for granted...&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take me for granted...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the world is turning it's back on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take me for granted...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am a doll being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take me for granted...&lt;br /&gt;Just please don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-4795843716874400471?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4795843716874400471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=4795843716874400471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4795843716874400471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/4795843716874400471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-in-bestest-mood.html' title='~*Not in the bestest mood*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1209574915824777350</id><published>2007-11-26T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:58:54.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><title type='text'>~*short and simple*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Feeling annoyed,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I am out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyway that I can take things just a little bit easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just kill my apetite?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my lovely fat just dies itselfs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those ants going around, anyway that I can kill them all at once and for all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I financially tight at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just have a higher pay job?&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people think that I can afford for such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just leave this place like how many times I have said in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to worry so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some people can be more responsible and make my life a bit easier?&lt;br /&gt;Shelfishness.... you are the one who taught me about shelfish...&lt;br /&gt;Laziness... I saw the quality in you....&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance.... is not innocent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why and how are the questions that surrounded me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO BE BRAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1209574915824777350?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1209574915824777350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1209574915824777350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1209574915824777350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1209574915824777350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-and-simple.html' title='~*short and simple*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2636777756508024023</id><published>2007-11-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:03:17.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>~*When it burst*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When something bursts, usually meaning something has gone wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of... when trust between two people has ruined that's just nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to keep that trust when one of them is not beleiving in it; when one of them does not hold this value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have heard today had make me think and feeling terribly down about it, in fact this is nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the following phrase pop up again:&lt;br /&gt;"The scars will always be there... it's just not going to be the same again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true... but when it happened, there's no way we can rewind time and prevent it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2636777756508024023?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2636777756508024023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2636777756508024023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2636777756508024023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2636777756508024023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-it-burst.html' title='~*When it burst*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5392874917142821655</id><published>2007-11-08T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:52:48.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Beckham'/><title type='text'>~*It's Fair*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Despite I'm not a happy camper this week, but something runs through my mind and keep me thinking. "Fairness" is always an arguable subject, throughout decade after decades men and women been debating over men and women are equal. In actual fact we all know that men and women will not be equal, this is why God made us - MEN &amp;amp; WOMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you always heard people saying "he/she has the looks, has the money and has everything that you want for and why can't I have that?" There might be something that this so-called perfect person is lack of in their life, that there are something that they also long for and will never get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that have brought to my attention is that; a person will not have it all. Below... not meant to be rude... but just trying to bring up the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GqklWp6_To&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;He might have the good looks, actually he does have the looks. He might be one of the highest earnings sportsman; he can probably retire from soccer and become a model.&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard him talk? His voice does not matches with his face and just listen to him talking, it kind of feels funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas... from the Britain as well, he might not have the look. He might not have the most glamourous job. But when he sings, he lights up the room and bring tears... The humble man&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Potts -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ya1xLdnrI0c&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;God is fair on everyone of us,&lt;br /&gt;we worth what we are here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never under-estimate yourself,&lt;br /&gt;bring out your true talent,&lt;br /&gt;influence the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5392874917142821655?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5392874917142821655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5392874917142821655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5392874917142821655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5392874917142821655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-fair.html' title='~*It&apos;s Fair*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8185834512119415734</id><published>2007-11-05T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:26:27.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~*Transformer*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forty days... 40 days before the day I due back home, yes, again. :) This time is for Chester's wedding. Scary looking how the time is passing by and not able to do something different for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty days for me to get ready to get myself ready again to be home. Over the past month, I have gained 1.5KG, part of it was mum's contribution. Being mum was here cooking for us, how can I say no mum's cooking? This is something that I always long for, I even have rice for dinner... wooohooo.... Being dad was here, was accopanied him for yum cha and for some yummy dinner. Of coz, being sis and bro-in-law here, I have brought them around to try out some 'rich-cheesy' western food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO THE FOOD! How can I get rid of the 1.5kg and more? I have this 40 days to shed it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8185834512119415734?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8185834512119415734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8185834512119415734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8185834512119415734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8185834512119415734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/11/transformer.html' title='~*Transformer*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-3922308827635019054</id><published>2007-10-27T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:26:04.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~*Not a New Movie*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Feel like watching this movie again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeNjUOglN-A" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;- Touched by the story line -&lt;br /&gt;- An ordinary girl who have a rather unordinary life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-3922308827635019054?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3922308827635019054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=3922308827635019054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3922308827635019054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/3922308827635019054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-new-movie.html' title='~*Not a New Movie*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5412351161975723733</id><published>2007-10-20T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:40:47.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Expect the unexpected*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I do not know what to expect anymore all I have in mind is just a complete mess. WHy couldnt I just be care-less and go for what I want to? Apparently, life doesn't go like this, I can't be careless I can't be unconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see things going to fall-out and welcoming people to take advantage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally make me sound like a total control freak and I AM NOT! A lot of the time, I just feel like I couldn't be bother anymore. A lot of us is fear loosing the sense of control when things are out of their hands because there's no one that you can trust except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5412351161975723733?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5412351161975723733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5412351161975723733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5412351161975723733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5412351161975723733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/expect-unexpected.html' title='~*Expect the unexpected*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5163759368624521127</id><published>2007-10-19T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:44:51.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Biggest Fear*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Overcome one of you fears is one of the toughest thing to do&lt;/span&gt;. THis is just like admiting to one of your sin that you have commited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When you come to admitting to one of your sin, it's like facing the bad side of you. All of us would like to think that we are the perfect creature and "we" will not make any mistake in our lives let alone commiting a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have somehow adopted the quality of being a perfectionist... somehow a want-to-be perfectionist, when I came to face my sin, I have this major shiver down my spine. My tears almost roll down my cheek as I can not believe the weight that have been put off once you face the evil side of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, that's my biggest fear. There's nothing worse than having to feel jealous or envy. The feeling was chewing inside my guts and become strengthless; not knowing what to do. Lucky that was years ago and since then I know there's nothing in my life is almost perfect or I should say... nothing more that I could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point of comparing yourself to anyone. If you are not getting the same amount of love as like the person next to you then please remember you are the only not loving yourself enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not getting the same amount of pay like the person opposite you, then please consider the amount of hard work that you have put through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, there's nothing to be jealous about and everything happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5163759368624521127?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5163759368624521127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5163759368624521127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5163759368624521127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5163759368624521127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/biggest-fear.html' title='~*Biggest Fear*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-1121849523908765514</id><published>2007-10-14T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:27:19.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>~*Linkin Park ROCKSss*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;I am still in the post-concert mood and still feeling all hyper despite the concert been two days ago. This is the first concert that I have been and have left me feeling all satisfied and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hyper have been building up since the 30th July 07 when Fung helped me bought the pre-sale ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RxHmQOhE3KI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J7bdTK0af6M/s1600-h/P12-10-07_07.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121127417746087074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RxHmQOhE3KI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J7bdTK0af6M/s320/P12-10-07_07.23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The counting down of to the 12th Oct started and it has been seen like a long wait and yes, it was indeed. Finally Linkin Park has come back to AKL since (don't know when)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am not much of a die-hard fan before as I can't really remember all their songs. However, the "preparation" prior the concert (three dose of Linkin Park per day) have made my affection towards them grow bigger and bigger by days. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is finally here!!&lt;br /&gt;Fung and I left work earlier and caught the bus down to the Vector Arena. When we arrived there were about 30+ people lined outside the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RxHn_ehE3LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kvJ6n6GN1Vw/s1600-h/P12-10-07_17.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121129329006533810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RxHn_ehE3LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kvJ6n6GN1Vw/s320/P12-10-07_17.42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, first thing that we did as soon as we arrived was to get ourselves a t-shirt each. :) And oh yes, there were heaps of the fans wore their black tee with tight black jeans, with the emotional. I hope I don't look quite out of place... Coz I was too happy and hyper! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RxHo3-hE3MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z1TEy_L8SRI/s1600-h/P12-10-07_17.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121130299669142722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RxHo3-hE3MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z1TEy_L8SRI/s320/P12-10-07_17.43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to capture our pre-concert look... WE WERE SO READY TO GO INSIDE AND ENJOY OURSEVLES!!! We were actually in the second row from the stage, from past experience I know this will not become a very squashy concert and I know we won't last for the whole show if we are going to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have told myself that at least I have to take that close glimpse of LP before I give up my spot and go to the back of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened the show with "Given Up".... awww... Chester sang out &lt;em&gt;Put me out of my miseeeerrryyyy!!!&lt;/em&gt; Oh yes!!! CHESTER!!! MIKE!!!! I can see you... and when the second song comes up... I told myself "that's fine... I saw you this close and now I am going to enjoy the rest of my night at the back of the crowd!!" 'LET ME OUT PLEASE...' A strong security guy pulled me out from the crazy crowd and here I come joined Fung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much... ran outside for a quick beer and we come back for "What I've done"..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After encho, they came back with "One Step Closer"...Oh my god!!!!!!! That's my favourite song and this time it has drove me crraaaaazyyyy! I was jumping! Screaming!! and shouting out "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTT UUUUUUUUUUP!!" Throughout the concert the whole place was like a massive choir, everyone sang out loud and we all jumped and screamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a40cb0feb76f6eb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da40cb0feb76f6eb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331252409%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C03FC285ECA6FBF18649BBDEE8A246A3E8374BE.75A0AB014653C352DF19F7607B99B1C256E7B11C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da40cb0feb76f6eb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXCsvDMsOOnUCUxVD5cF3KcMraqQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da40cb0feb76f6eb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331252409%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C03FC285ECA6FBF18649BBDEE8A246A3E8374BE.75A0AB014653C352DF19F7607B99B1C256E7B11C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da40cb0feb76f6eb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXCsvDMsOOnUCUxVD5cF3KcMraqQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IT WAS AN AWESOME NIGHT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-1121849523908765514?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a40cb0feb76f6eb3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1121849523908765514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=1121849523908765514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1121849523908765514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/1121849523908765514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/linkin-park-rocksss.html' title='~*Linkin Park ROCKSss*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RxHmQOhE3KI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J7bdTK0af6M/s72-c/P12-10-07_07.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-809307862368803006</id><published>2007-10-10T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:43:22.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Scream*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I really like the "Last FM" that I have put in last night. Just playing my kind of music isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming out loud that's what I really wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;There are so much that we have to take and so little way for us to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Scream out in the middle of a meeting,&lt;br /&gt;scream out in the middle of working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can sing out loud while I'm driving,&lt;br /&gt;and scared the person next me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being me that I can't sing,&lt;br /&gt;but thank you for putting up with these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-809307862368803006?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/809307862368803006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=809307862368803006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/809307862368803006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/809307862368803006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/scream.html' title='~*Scream*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-4121698068635127387</id><published>2007-10-09T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:50:30.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~Babble... 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Babbling*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-8930412582592236913</id><published>2007-10-08T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:45:19.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Creativity*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Picked up my drawing pencil,&lt;br /&gt;trying to draw something on my plain drawing sheet...&lt;br /&gt;My mind has gone completely blank,&lt;br /&gt;No set topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;No rules...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my mind has nothing pop-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the roots of surrealism,&lt;br /&gt;drew lines across the sheet,&lt;br /&gt;wishing to find some figure which my drawing can be resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more, all I can see is just lines...&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more creativity,&lt;br /&gt;Creativity has been destroy by reality...&lt;br /&gt;Numbers is giving me more meaning than pictures,&lt;br /&gt;It's only words,&lt;br /&gt;the right combinations of the twenty-six letters,&lt;br /&gt;will help bringing the message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-8930412582592236913?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8930412582592236913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=8930412582592236913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8930412582592236913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/8930412582592236913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/creativity.html' title='~*Creativity*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-7735328884241518670</id><published>2007-10-07T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:52:03.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Came off from the pills a day earlier*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My detox has ended this morning... actually I should have the whole day to go, however, my back pain has got worse during the night. In fact it has affected my sleep, it took me a while to get asleep as I tried to adjust myself to the most comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received couples of texts during my sleep last night, so everytime I get up and read the texts I have to combat the pain and get back to sleep... and this has drained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to come off the pill a day earlier, eventhough I am not sure what actually has caused my lower back pain. The pills/the detox might have actually caused it. I have tried to look up in the net and find something to proof this, it looks like SOME people have the same thing happened to them and I found it &lt;a href="http://www.rawfoodtalk.com/blogs/blog-13164/entry-5122/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... maybe time to sleep.... DETOX's OVER! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-7735328884241518670?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7735328884241518670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=7735328884241518670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7735328884241518670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7735328884241518670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/came-off-from-pills-day-earlier.html' title='~*Came off from the pills a day earlier*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-7246207678733120180</id><published>2007-10-06T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:35:49.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Day5+Day6 of detox*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My kidney must have been overworked. Before detox, I drink probably just 700ML per day and during detox I have try drinking 1.5L-2L per day and the whole washing machine flush for my kidney has a bit overworked and I am experiencing a sore lower back pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's almost the end of the period and I shall raise my glass of water and say three CHEERS! :) I have become creative on the food that you should take during your detox period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RwdjuOhE3HI/AAAAAAAAADc/3hlNUkgddsA/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118169147351817330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RwdjuOhE3HI/AAAAAAAAADc/3hlNUkgddsA/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ingredients: prawn, carrot, spring onion, celery, tofu, garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RwdkR-hE3II/AAAAAAAAADk/sdmyLAKq3Z0/s1600-h/IMG_1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118169761532140674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RwdkR-hE3II/AAAAAAAAADk/sdmyLAKq3Z0/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pills left for the last day of detox!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 6 down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-7246207678733120180?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7246207678733120180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=7246207678733120180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7246207678733120180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/7246207678733120180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/day5day6-of-detox.html' title='~*Day5+Day6 of detox*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RwdjuOhE3HI/AAAAAAAAADc/3hlNUkgddsA/s72-c/IMG_1449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2736730488540992253</id><published>2007-10-04T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:32:52.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Day 4 Detox*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Three more days to go, we are actually not doing too bad. Eventhough every now and then some random cravings will occur. Like, pizza/coffee and chips and etc... we still overcome this hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to day 4, according to my drinking habit I have managed to finished my 1.5L water. HURRAY! :) Thanks to my pretty looking water bottle with a pink cap. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night sleep last night and I am going to do the same again today. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2736730488540992253?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2736730488540992253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2736730488540992253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2736730488540992253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2736730488540992253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-4-detox.html' title='~*Day 4 Detox*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-217638889232019643</id><published>2007-10-03T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:30:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Day 3 Detox*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think the hardest time to get through the detox is end of the day... I always crave for food with flavour; with sauce and ideally it's hot food. hhmmmm yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side effect has started to kicked in, these are headaches, tiredness and acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired.... very sleepy... it's not even 10pm... and off to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day....d o w n... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-217638889232019643?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/217638889232019643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=217638889232019643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/217638889232019643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/217638889232019643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-3-detox.html' title='~*Day 3 Detox*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-5034221837144200811</id><published>2007-10-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:41:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*2nd Day of Detox*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think the pills has actually started giving the effect. Headaches and constant drinking water, like my body is crying out water to wash out the impurities in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done 1L of water, this is like one great improvement from yesterday. I have tried grapefruit with youghurt flavoured with honey this morning for my breakfast. Surprisingly yummy and every spoon of it made me feel healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna on crispy for lunch until I find my tuna is a bit dull I put some tobascco sauce to give some flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish meal for dinner... not the healthiest or ideal meal for a person who is doing detox. But I have finished all my greens and lots of green tea. The five pills that I took down before dinner wasn't pretty at all... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-5034221837144200811?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5034221837144200811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=5034221837144200811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5034221837144200811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/5034221837144200811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/2nd-day-of-detox.html' title='~*2nd Day of Detox*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-935232581397073572</id><published>2007-10-01T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:14:25.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*1st day of Detox*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Morning: Banana + 5 tablets&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Salmon on lemon water + greens&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Fish stir fry (very little oil+sea salt)&lt;br /&gt;Snack: Fruits/unsalted nuts/wheat free; dairy free; gluten free crisp&lt;br /&gt;Evening: 5 tablets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thinking of doing a 12hour diet instead of a 7 days. This is not easy at all, especially we love food so much. I am tryig to drink 2lt of water a day, I struggled through my first 500ml, so the first day of detox, I only managed to take maybe "just" 1lt of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116309512411995234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RwDIZOhE3GI/AAAAAAAAADU/k0Hf4RqKcTY/s320/h2go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-935232581397073572?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/935232581397073572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=935232581397073572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/935232581397073572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/935232581397073572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-day-of-detox.html' title='~*1st day of Detox*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RwDIZOhE3GI/AAAAAAAAADU/k0Hf4RqKcTY/s72-c/h2go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-169878105937526544</id><published>2007-09-30T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:14:13.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Little Drive*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I have most of my MP3 from my laptop saved to a CD and play it in my car,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my jazz music out for a little drive around the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz and sunday afternoon goes so well together,&lt;br /&gt;It's just like cheese and red wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So smooth and such an indulgence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-169878105937526544?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/169878105937526544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=169878105937526544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/169878105937526544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/169878105937526544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-drive.html' title='~*Little Drive*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556303813150634543.post-2456445734767784567</id><published>2007-09-24T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:19:57.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Blue Screen*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RvedQOhE3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/UwHGXePqaAU/s1600-h/bsod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113728804002782226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RvedQOhE3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/UwHGXePqaAU/s320/bsod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My work computer died on my this morning, gave me this fatal blue screen! I didn't how serious it is, until when everyone kinda shook their heads when I mentioned about "blue screen" on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a semi-new computer that I have been given and WHAT WENT WRONG? I was still working on it for the first 10mins I walked in, until I find my computer was slow then I restarted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know is... b l u e s c r e e n...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get to sit on Toni's computer for the rest of the day and having so much trouble to get myself into the system and do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't a very good start of the week but I know, tomorrow will be a better day! It will be better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556303813150634543-2456445734767784567?l=bemingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2456445734767784567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556303813150634543&amp;postID=2456445734767784567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2456445734767784567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556303813150634543/posts/default/2456445734767784567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemingo.blogspot.com/2007/09/blue-screen.html' title='~*Blue Screen*~'/><author><name>bemingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13080709639495431400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/SOFPvgGYyDI/AAAAAAAAALw/7Uf3KKQGuCA/S220/f3eda685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZdOyc4zhBI/RvedQOhE3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/UwHGXePqaAU/s72-c/bsod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
