<?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-8263845</id><updated>2011-08-02T03:30:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salted Coffee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-4396398680706446177</id><published>2011-04-01T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T02:19:40.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baker King, Kim Tak Goo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally finished watching this 30 episodes korean drama! :) Alot of touching scenes and dialogues used in this drama. These are some meaningful quotes from the show:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;在成为一个企业家之前，我们首先都是做面包的人！&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;这世界上没有任何东西是比人更重要的。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;在活着的日子里，什麽事情都没有终点。不会因为今天过得好，人生就结束了。不会因为今天过得不好，人生就结束了。不论是好事还是坏事，到最后都会过去的。所以，我们因该一直笑着走下去。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are alot of hidden message in the show, reminding us that perserverance, determination and trusting your own capabilities will be able to bring one step towards your goal. Learnt to forgive and forget. Never give yourself up when you met difficulties in life. Life is too short to be given away! =) Human knew the correct way of doing things, but we tend to forget about these golden words and thus, reminder are always needed from one another. I must also learnt to smile when I met any difficulties in life! =D&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/8263845-4396398680706446177?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/4396398680706446177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=4396398680706446177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/4396398680706446177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/4396398680706446177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2011/04/baker-king-kim-tak-goo.html' title='Baker King, Kim Tak Goo!'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-173405953279911196</id><published>2009-08-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:14:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Life</title><content type='html'>I think, I'm quite a failure product by Adam and Eve. Lol. Forgive me for thinking like that, sometimes, things just goes harewire in certain period of your life, and that's when you start to grumble grumble and all the Why Why questions will appear. Example: "Why so unfair?", "Why there is no increment this year?", "Why am I still studying?", "Why can't I be a rich woman?". Have you ever thought that human come to this world simply for two reasons: To ask why and to resolve it. Go back and think about it, and this can be quite true. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I think I'm a failure product is because I tried the best to have a relationship and it fails. So I concentrate on building friendship and it fails too! Lol. It can be really sad to see friendship among friends turn sour and you can only watch. I know I have to do something and I will try my best to save this group of people. =) It's just another part of my life and I want to handle it in the way that I will never ever regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-173405953279911196?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/173405953279911196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=173405953279911196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/173405953279911196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/173405953279911196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-of-life.html' title='Part of Life'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-2475952648248154802</id><published>2008-11-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:08:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>除非我瞎了</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;回头，除非我瞎了，心也瞎了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-2475952648248154802?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-5699902864760534740</id><published>2008-02-17T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:25:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>道理是什麽？</title><content type='html'>原来~当你真正放开一切时，你才了解什麽是放开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来~道理是许许多多的经历，执著，痛苦，摸索及悔恨才领悟到的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“莫强求”这个道理又有多少人光说不炼呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-5699902864760534740?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/5699902864760534740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=5699902864760534740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;慢慢删除所有记忆&lt;br /&gt;也关闭了那扇门&lt;br /&gt;从此无人能触摸我的心&lt;br /&gt;只因钥匙早已毁灭&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-8978491364702267001?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/8978491364702267001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=8978491364702267001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/8978491364702267001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/8978491364702267001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=1190136598041679422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/1190136598041679422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/1190136598041679422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='原来。。。'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-1962909008853800713</id><published>2007-07-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:35:16.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一时的想不开</title><content type='html'>曾几何时，那份体贴是那嬷的温暖，那嬷的真实。&lt;br /&gt;如今那份体贴似乎早已被伤痛掩盖。&lt;br /&gt;累计已久的伤痛化为伤痕，伤痕化为麻木。&lt;br /&gt;也许是小气鬼作祟，总是看不开。&lt;br /&gt;老希望别人能谅解，当别人无法谅解时，就会化为悲愤。&lt;br /&gt;这种恶性循环真是要不得啊！&lt;br /&gt;真正羡慕那些能够放下小气之心，敞开心胸的男女。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《女人在意小事，视小事为大事。男人在意面子，视小事为无事。》&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-1962909008853800713?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/1962909008853800713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=1962909008853800713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/1962909008853800713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/1962909008853800713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='一时的想不开'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-1712381372946051920</id><published>2007-06-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:09:22.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its the second day of my second job, a fresh start, I'm not use to it though. As expected, I've been praying hard not to be posted out but my prayers are not heard. Sigh~ Not quite use to the environment cos there no longer have your own personal rubbish bin, small desk, bigger monitor, not enough space to write your stuff, not enough space to develop your creativity by furnish my cubicle with adorable stuff toys and displays. Sigh. The colleagues here are very friendly though abit out of mind lol. Superviser are just like the youngers here thus made me feel quite comfy. Okay, I shall not further elaborate the boring chapters. In general, expect the location, everything should be perfect. However human are not easily satisfy animal, just like the pepsi slogan "Ask For More"! lol. After accepting the current job the first thing I regret was not asking for higher pay. Let see if I'll like what i'll be doing in 2 weeks time.&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/8263845-1712381372946051920?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/1712381372946051920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=1712381372946051920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/1712381372946051920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/1712381372946051920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2007/06/brand-new-beginning.html' title='Brand new beginning'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112504022785227430</id><published>2005-08-26T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:10:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbit's Revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a bear and a rabbit that hated each other guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day whilst arguing in the forrest, the bear lost his temper and kicked an old lamp that had been left by campers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To their surprize a genie popped out and granted them each three wishes. The bear went first and he said,"I wish to be the only male bear in this forrest." His wish was granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie turned to the rabbit who said "I want a motorcycle helmet." And he got his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And for your second wish bear?" Demanded the genie, "I wish to be the only male bear in the United States, and all the rest to be female." He got his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit without delay took his second wish, "I wish I had a motorcycle to go with that helmet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Final wish bear!" Bellowed the genie. The bear said, "I wish I was the only male bear in the world, and all the rest were females." After having his wish granted he smirked at the rabbit and strutted off into the forrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbits eyes lit up, he turned to the genie and he said, "For my last wish, I wish that bear was gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mysterious Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this case in the hospital's Intensive Care ward where patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning at 11 a.m., regardless of their medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had something to do with the supernatural. Why the death? So the doctors decide to go down to the ward to investigate the cause of the incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the next Sunday morning few minutes before 11 a.m., all doctors and nurses nervously wait outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off the evil........ Just when the clock struck 11....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Boh Tau Nou, the part-time Sunday cleaner, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so that he could use the vacuum cleaner. &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/8263845-112504022785227430?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112504022785227430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112504022785227430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112504022785227430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112504022785227430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-one.html' title='Another one'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112469870096447642</id><published>2005-08-22T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:51:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath The Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This time Nicci French adopt a different writing style, making the victim to be the lead, combining the story with 3 different women, 3 different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first victim, Zoe. Being a primary school teacher at... and became famous for her heroine act attacking a robbery with her watermelon along the pathment. That when she started to recieve threatening letters, similar to a love letter, describing her daily life in details which she didn't even notice herself. Upon recieving a multilated drawing of her body in her bed by one of her student, she didn't dare to stay alone in her house anymore and move to Lousie's house. Just when she was packing up her stuff, she was murdered in her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The second woman was Jennifer, a housewife of 3 boys. Due to the lack of protection for Zoe, the police adopt more secure protection to the second one. They have found a locket at Zoe's house which belongs to Jenny's. To their horror, They found a picture of Zoe in Jenny's husband, Clive's private study room. Eventually, they began to suspect Clive for he was actually having an affair with Zoe. The smart murderer successfully mislead the police into suspecting the wrong person and attack the victim immediately after the police lower down their guards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nadia Blake was his third target. She had fall into his target list in one occasion when she had problem dealing with her ancient computer and conincidentally seeked the murderer for help. He began to send her letter as what he did previously, and followed by the police protection, where Nadia started her affair with the married policeman, Stadle Cameron. On one occasion, she met Christo the youngest son of Jenny and their nanny, Lena while performing at a birthday party, where she knew about the fact that there are 2 victims before her. To her horror, she blackmail Cameron to bring all the police files for her personal investigation. Though he is smart, he has underestimate this victim's ability, but were in vain. After all the investigation, she began to know more about Zoe and Jenny, and the only connection through them - Morris Burnside, the computer expect she had approached for her problem, Zoe's bf's friend, Jenny's elder son's friend. Initially he still try to mislead Nadia into believing that Staddle might be the murderer for the fact that police are the only people having access to other victims house. Fortunately, she found out about the last connection between the 3 of them through the photo of the murderer and Zoe's boyfriend. So Fred murder Zoe out of humiliation and angry because she jilted him. Morris is a random picker. Pschologist have analyzed that the reason may be multiple, abused, humiliation, pampered at a young age that lead them to a pschopath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comment: Now, this time I really think the police in the plot are really useless bum. The victim end up becoming the heroine of the case, napping the two murderer and save her life. If this happend in reality, I don't really think a female can do much but there is always exceptional case. Well, this will test the survival skill of each individual don't you think so? Afterall, it is a nice plot, brilliant indeed. I liked the story and every characters, and what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112469870096447642?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112469870096447642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112469870096447642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112469870096447642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112469870096447642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/beneath-skin.html' title='Beneath The Skin'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112468356991116811</id><published>2005-08-22T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:06:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phua Chu Kang was asked to make a sentence using 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10. Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1. This is what he came up with.... "1 day,I go 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep. But couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down. The man rushed out and wanted to 5 with me. I run until I get 6 and throw up. So I go into 7 eleven and grab some 8 to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab him. O God he run away. So, I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 eleven. Next day, I called my boss and said, I am 6. He said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work. He also asked me to climb a 3 and jump down. I don't understand, I so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1?" THE END....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income version: At Income, you 1 2 make a report, Tommy Koh says to have 3 points, if 4 points, the brain cannot take it. If no common sense, you get 5. 6 right. Better go to floor 7 Conference Room and hide or jump into the pool at floor 8. Every night leave office at 9, shop till 10, go home let mother father scold. The next day, I go to work at 10, when it is supposed to be 9. I change the clock at Mr Goh's to 8, go past 7 glass doors,and so unlucky see my floor 6 supervisor. He says: "Where is the 5 pieces of work due since August 4?" I say the baby ate 3 and the cat ate 2. He said: "I only have 1 option for you. Please go". Oh-Oh. I say. Very The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Application for the newly Integrated Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the IR has been approved, the underworld is looking for recruits. This one - CHAP SAR TIAM SECRET SOCIETY, a Geylang-based organization for youth, is now recruiting members to fulfill a tender they are submitting to the new casi? Sorry, sorry, integrated resort. Please fill in the form below and mail to: Mr. Chao Ah Beng Membership Occifer Chap Sar Tiam Secret Society 69 Geylang Lorong 69 Singapore 696969 Reference code: chapsartiam.com APPLICATION FOR MEMBERSHIP IN CHAP SAR TIAM SECRET SOCIETY 1. NRIC No.: _________________ 2. Surname: __________________ 3. First name: (please X) [ ] Johnson [ ] Benson [ ] Samson [ ] Hamson [ ] Janson [ ] Other: _________________ (if not ending in son? please explain why) 4. Chinese Name: Ah __________(if not beginning with Ah? please explain why) 5. Age: [ ] Under 35 [ ] Lau Beng 6. Sex: [ ] M [ ] F [ ] at Geylang 7. Length of Last Fingernail: ________ (cm) 8. Ability to squat for: [ ] 1 hour [ ] 2 hours [ ] more than 2 hours (wah, steady!) 9. Hairstyle: [ ] Spiky [ ] Dyed with streaks of blond [ ] Dyed with streaks of red [ ] Two strands dangling in front of eyes [ ] Kana mop like that [ ] Perm (please state which saloon in JB you went)____________________ 10. Tattoo of: [ ] Tiger [ ] Dragon [ ] Snake [ ] Eagle [ ] Hello Kitty 11. Work experience: (please X all that apply) [ ] KTV Launge Bouncer [ ] Snooker Hall Attendant [ ] Unlicensed Contractor [ ] Freelance debt collector [ ] Unlicensed bookie [ ] Dispute Resolution and Settlement Professional [ ] Unemployed 12. Spouse's Name: _________________________ 2nd Spouse's Name: _________________________ 3rd Spouse's Name: (the one in Batam, that one) _________________________ Lover's Name: _________________________ 2nd Lover's Name: (Lorong 69, that pooi-pooi one) _________________________ 13. Number of children living in household: ____ Number of children living in foster care: ____ Number of children that are actually yours: ____ 14. Mother's Name: _________________________ (If not sure, leave blank) 15. Father's Name: _________________________ (If not sure, leave blank) 16. Education: (Circle how many years it took you to finish primary school) 8 9 10 11 12 17. Ability to swear: (please X all that apply) [ ] Hokkien [ ] English [ ] Malay [ ] Tamil [ ] Cantonese [ ] rude hand gestures 18. Service performed in previous secret society: [ ] Leadership/Tua Tao [ ] Junior management/Suay Tao [ ] Physical activities/Hooting [ ] Dispute Resolution and settlement/Cham Siong [ ] Lookout/Kuah Chui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese went to a bar in Hawaii to have some drinks. At the counter, he sat next to a famous Hollywood producer, Steven Spielberg who was already ahead by a quart of alcohol. The producer was glaring at him. Suddenly, in a flash the Chinese crashed down from his stool, felled by a vicious hook from the producer. Picking himself up, he yelled, "What was that for?" The producer ranted: "That's for the bombing of Pearl Harbor, you $B%'%'(J@@!!$B%'%'(J! My dad perished in that bombing!" "I am not Japanese, you stupid Nincompoop! I am a Chinese!" "Yeah yeah yeah ...Japanese, Burmese, Chinese, Vietnamese, ... you are all the same." Regaining his composure, the Chinese took his seat and ordered a double from the bartender. A few seconds later, the Chinese turned around and delivered a deadly snake fist to the producer, sending him flat to the floor. "What was that for?!!" exclaimed the producer. "That's for the sinking of the TITANIC! I had ancestors on that ship!" the Chinese replied. "You ignorant chink! The TITANIC was sunk by an iceberg! " shouted the producer. "Yeah yeah yeah... Iceberg, Carlsberg, Spielberg... you are all the same!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General McKenzie was in charge of the Navy, and he was visiting his colleague General Marshall, who was in charge of the Army. McKenzie arrives at the military camp and is greeted by Marshall. They both walk around the place, and McKensie asks: "So how are your men?" "Very well trained, Gen. McKenzie." Gen McKenzie: "I hope so. You see, my men over at the Navy are so well trained, you could see they're the bravest men all over the country." Gen Marshall: "Well, my men are very brave, too." Gen McKenzie: "I'd like to see that." So Marshall calls private Cooper and says: "Private Johnson! I want you to stop that tank coming here with your body!" Private Johnson: "Are you crazy? It'd kill me, you idiot! I'm out of here!" As private Johnson ran away, Marshall turned to a bewildered McKenzie and said: "You see? You have to be pretty brave to talk like that to a general."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dysfunctional Section of a Hallmark Store&lt;br /&gt;What great greetings! Nowadays greetings are getting wackier! I will consider getting no.4. And you? 1. I always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love. And now that you've come into my life... (Inside card) - I've changed my mind. 2. I must admit, you brought religion into my life... (Inside card) - I never believed in Hell until I met you . 3. As the days go by, I think how lucky I am.... (Inside card) - That you're not here to ruin it for me . 4. Congratulations on your promotion. Before you go.. (Inside card) - Will you take the knife from my back? You'll probably need it again. 5. Someday I hope to marry... (Inside card) - Someone other than you . 6. Happy Birthday! You look great for your age.... (Inside card) - Almost lifelike ! 7. When we were together, you said you'd die for me... (Inside card!) - Now we've broken up, I think it's time to keep your promise . 8. We've been friends for a very long time... (Inside card) - What do you say we stop ? 9. I'm so miserable without you... (Inside card) - It's almost like you're still here . 10. Congratulations on your new bundle of joy.... (Inside card) - Did you ever find out who the father was ? 11. You are such a good friend. If we were on a sinking ship and there was only one life jacket... (Inside card) - I'd miss you terribly and think of you often . 12. Your friends and I wanted to do something special for your birthday... (Inside card) - So we're having you put to sleep . 13. Looking back over the years we've been together, I can't help but wonder... (Inside card) - What was I thinking ? 14. Congratulations on your wedding day! (Inside card) - Too bad no one likes your husband/wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who appreciate intellectually stimulating humour...... and have the time to read, enjoy a laugh......... One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Jack says to Mike behind him, "My elbow hurts like hell. I guess I better see a doctor." "Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Mike replies. "There's a diagnostic computer down at Walmart. Just give it a urine sample and the computer'll tell you what's wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and costs ten dollars... a lot cheaper than a doctor." So Jack deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Walmart. He deposits ten dollars, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits. Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout: "You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks." That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Jack began wondering if the computer could be fooled. He mixed some tap water, stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter, and masturbated into the mixture for good measure. Jack hurries back to Walmart, eager to check the results. He deposits ten dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results. The computer prints the following: 1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. 2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. 3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab. 4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. 5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian called big brother Ah Beng over the telephone. Lian: "Ah Beng kor, I can't get my new jig saw puzzle fixed, mah-chiam all the edges cannot fix together, lah." Beng: "Jig saw puzzle si mi picture, ha?" Lian: "The box show a big rooster, kanna like the one in talkingcock.com." Beng: "Okay, lah, okay, lah. I come over to tor-long lu, lah." Ah Beng arrives at Ah Lian's place, where she happily leads him to the kitchen table where the jigsaw puzzle is. Ah Beng examines the puzzle and says, "Si ghee na, si bay gong, put back the corn flakes into the box, lah." ***************************************************** Dr. Quek made a routine house call to Mr. Lim, one of his elderly patients. He asks, "And how are you doing today, Mr. Lim?" Mr. Lim replies, "I feel just fine, doc. But you know, it's the strangest thing. Every night when I get up to pang jio, the bathroom light goes on for me automatically when I open the door!" The doctor is worried that the old man is getting senile, so he phones the man's son, and the son's wife answers. The doctor tells her, "Mrs. Lim, I'm a little concerned about your father-in-law. Tt seems that when he gets up to urinate at night and opens the bathroom door, the light somehow goes on..." At which point, Mrs. Lim yells, "Aiyoh, Ah Seng! Ah Pa pang jio in the fridge again!" *********************************************** QUESTION: How do you know frogs are Hokkien? ANSWER : Because when it's cold, they go "kwah, kwah, kwah". QUESTION : How do Hokkien prawns laugh? ANSWER: Hae hae hae (hokkien for prawns) QUESTION: How do Hokkien fish laugh? ANSWER : Hee hee hee (hokkien for fish) And here is a classic.............. QUESTION : What's the difference between Ang-mor and Hokkien fairy Tales? ANSWER: Ang-mor fairy tales begin with "Once upon a time..." and Hokkien fairy tales begin with "Lim Peh ka li kong..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, who was pregnant with twins, got into a car accident and went into a coma... She was rushed to the hospital where doctors delivered her twins to save them. But as she was in a coma and her husband was overseas on business, her brother was the only one present to name her children. When she came out of the coma, hours after arriving at the hospital and found out that her brother had named the twins, she was very worried. Her brother was not very bright, and she didn't think he would have done a very good job of choosing her kids' names. When he came in to see her she asked, "So what names did you choose for my children?" He replied, "The first born was a girl." "Oh," started the woman, "and what did you name her??" "Denise," answered her brother. The woman was very surprised, and very pleased, "Hey, that's not half bad!" She exclaimed to her brother. "And what did you name the second child?" She waited excitedly to hear the name her brother had chosen for the other child. "Well, the next born was a boy," her brother informed her. "Yes, and what did you name him??" inquired the woman. Replied the brother, "Denephew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Joe decided his injuries from his recent accident were serious enough to take the trucking company responsible for the accident to court. In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning farmer Joe. "Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, that you were fine?" ''Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the--" ''I didn't ask for any details,'' the lawyer interrupted. ''Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, that you were fine?" ''Well I had just got Bessie into the trailer and was driving down the road--'' ''Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.'' By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Farmer Joe's answer and told the lawyer so. ''Well," said the farmer, "as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could hear ol' Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the Patrolman came across the road with his gun in his hand and looked at me. He said, 'Your mule was in such bad shape I had to shoot her. How are you feeling?'"&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details unverified.Excerpts from one of the chatroom being monitored by CMT (Chatroom Monitoring Team) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady forty miles per hour. The wife is behind the wheel. Her husband suddenly looks across at her and speaks in a clear voice. "Darling," he says. "I know we've been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce." The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph. The husband speaks again. "I don't want you to try and talk me out of it", he says, "because I've been having an affair with your best friend, and she's a far better lover than you are." Again the wife stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55 mph. He pushes his luck. "I want the house," he says insistently. Up to 60 mph."I want the car, too," he continues. 65 mph. "And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the credit cards and the boat." The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete bridge. This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks her: "Isn't there anything you want?" The wife at last replies - in a quiet and controlled voice. "No, I've got everything I need." she says. Oh, really?" he inquires, "So what have you got?" Just before they slam into the wall at 75 mph, the wife turns to him and smiles. ......................................"I have got the airbag".... Never underestimate how a woman thinks. Moral of the story: Buy Toyota VIOS as it has only one airbag (for driver only). The husband sure die and wife gets everything! So, for a husband don't buy a Vios today.... Husbands, pls take insurance! but.. think twice for MCIS insurance. Know why? " M.C.I.S "= Mati Cepat Isteri Senang -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Full name,MCIS Zurich Insurance.Based in Malaysia offering both life and motor products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Did The Boy Octopus Say To The Girl Octopus? I Want To Hold Your Hand, Hand, Hand, Hand, Hand,Hand, Hand, Hand! What Do You Call Four Bullfighters in Quicksand? Quatro Sinko. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest? They Take The Psycho Path. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice Too Long? Polaroids What Do You Call A Boomerang That Doesn't Come Back? A Stick. What Lies At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Twitches? A Nervous Wreck. Why Are Fish So Easy To Weigh? Because They Have Their Own Scales! Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive? Because It Scares The Dog. What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic? Sanka. Why Did Pilgrims' Pants Always Fall Down? Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat. Mom: Eat Up Your Spinach, It'll Put Color In Your Cheeks. Child: But I Don't Want Green Cheeks ! What Do You Call Skydiving Lawyers? Skeet. What Happened When The Wheel Was Invented ? It Caused A Revolution ! "Quick, Take The Wheel", Said The Nervous Driver. "Why ?" "Because There Is A Tree Coming Straight For Us !" What Is the Best Way To Confuse A Drummer? Put A Sheet Of Music In Front Of Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112468356991116811?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112468356991116811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112468356991116811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112468356991116811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112468356991116811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112417836697014207</id><published>2005-08-16T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:14:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We won't be back for sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because during yesterday celebration, the other team mates accused us of stealing their people to our side (in a jokingly manner), we decided to give them face and join them for lunch today. The reason why we seldom join them is because they've got a large group loh! 10 bloody people I suppose, then plus us will be over ten, how to find places during peak hours like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we ended up ordering food from one of the stall in SunShine Plaza. We ordered whatever food we like and sat down chitchat. Suddenly, a familiar voice entered my ears 死鸡! That word and the face that came immediately into mye eyes really shock the hell out of me. It was LF that stupid octopus. Kinda miss her since the last time we met. We chat for a while and back to seats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always thought one good thing about going lunch with them is that you will get to eat delicious food for they are more familiar with the areas around here. No, I was wrong, they always choose place where there is enough seats for all of us, not because the food was delicious. So, this is going to be our first and last visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest, they've got very good service. But good service don't attract customers if your food is no good. Most of them ordered Ma Po Tou Fu, Pineapple Rice, Sweet &amp; Sour Fish, Curry Chicken Rice while I ordered a plate of Spicy Minced Chicken With Water Chestnut. Really want my life arh! Damn hot, damn wierd combination when the water chestnut is served in large cube, look like potato taste like stone? I really couldn't finish though it was such a small portion. Though the food is bad, their service is good. The Boss lady explained that she didn't make it in time to stop her daughter in putting the large portion of chilli, and upon seeing me not ordering any drinks, she went in and cut a slice of watermelon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, we won't be back for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Updated blog @ 3.55PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made a big joke during lunch when LY asked me what I've ordered(Ni Jiao Shen Mo?). I answered without thinking (Wo Jiao "My Name")...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112417836697014207?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112417836697014207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112417836697014207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112417836697014207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112417836697014207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-wont-be-back-for-sure.html' title='We won&apos;t be back for sure'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112417530820614440</id><published>2005-08-16T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:55:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A woman and man get into a car accident. Both of their cars are totally&lt;br /&gt;demolished, but amazingly neither of them is hurt. After they crawl out of&lt;br /&gt;the wreckage, the woman says, "Wow, look at our cars - there's nothing left!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we are all right. This must be a sign from Him that we should be&lt;br /&gt;friends and not try to pin the blame on each other." The man replies, "Oh&lt;br /&gt;yes, I agree with you completely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman points to a bottle on the ground and says, "And here's another&lt;br /&gt;miracle. Somehow this bottle of Scotch from my back seat didn't break.&lt;br /&gt;Surely God wants us to drink this Scotch and celebrate our good fortune."&lt;br /&gt;Then she hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement,&lt;br /&gt;opens it, and chugs about a third of the bottle to calm his nerves. He then&lt;br /&gt;hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle, immediately puts the&lt;br /&gt;cap back on, and hands it back to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asks, "Aren't you having any?" The woman replies, "No. I think I'll&lt;br /&gt;just wait for the police..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multi-purpose FutureCard will be the version of our perpetually&lt;br /&gt;metamorphosing IC in the near future. With an embedded smart chip, it can&lt;br /&gt;also be used as a passport, store our medical history, driver's license,&lt;br /&gt;act as an ATM card, serve as an electronic purse and even be used at the&lt;br /&gt;National Library...what ever you do with the card...you will&lt;br /&gt;be tracked! It may also be a tracking device via GPRS (Good or Bad,&lt;br /&gt;depending the&lt;br /&gt;situation) However, a recent debate has brought to light the questionable&lt;br /&gt;control on access, potential information abuse and privacy infringement. As&lt;br /&gt;the debate rages on, I can foresee a likely scenario when ordering pizzas&lt;br /&gt;in the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng's FutureCard ( Likely Scenerio )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut Geylang. May I have your..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Haloo, arh...can I orler huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Can I have your Future Card number first, Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "It's arh..., hold on prease, arh..... S6102-0499-54610FC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "OK... you're... Tan Ah Beng alias 'Or Kwee Tao' and you're&lt;br /&gt;calling from 17-D Lorong 14, Geylang. Your home number is 6782 8828, your&lt;br /&gt;office 6782 8838 and your mobile is 96828848. Which number are you calling&lt;br /&gt;from now Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Home lah! Wah Lan...How you get all my phone lumbers, arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "We are connected to the 'FutureCard' system Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "OK lah, okay lah...Can I orler your Seafood Pisar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "That's not a good idea Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Why....Cannot arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "According to your latest medical records, you have high blood&lt;br /&gt;pressure and even higher cholesterol level Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "What?...Wah Lan!....medical lecords also hab... you lecommend&lt;br /&gt;lah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Try our Low Fat Hokkien Mee Pizza. You'll like it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Wah...How you know I like Hokkien mee, arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "You borrowed a book entitled "Popular Hokkien Dishes" from the&lt;br /&gt;National Library last week Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "OK...OK...Buay Ta Han... I give up... Gif me three family sized&lt;br /&gt;ones then, how much arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "That should be enough for your family of 10, Sir. The total is&lt;br /&gt;$45..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "I pay by FutureCard...Can or Not ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "I'm afraid you have to pay us cash, Sir. Your credit card is&lt;br /&gt;over the limit and you're owing your bank $6720.55- since October last&lt;br /&gt;year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Ka Nee Nah!... Everything also know...chiat lat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "That's not including the late payment charges on your housing&lt;br /&gt;loan Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Okay lah...I run to ATM and withdraw some cash before you come my&lt;br /&gt;house lor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "You can't Sir. Based on the records, you've reached your daily&lt;br /&gt;limit on machine withdrawal today....with the latest withdrawal of $250 for&lt;br /&gt;4D and TOTO at 2.46pm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Never mind just send the pizzas, I borrow money from my Ah Mah.&lt;br /&gt;How long arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "About 45 minutes Sir, but if you can't wait you can always come&lt;br /&gt;and collect it on your motorcycle...it'll be ready in 15 mins and you are&lt;br /&gt;only 5 mins away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Where got transport?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "According to the details in your FutureCard", you own a Honda&lt;br /&gt;Scooter, ...registration number FE 3288..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Ka Nee Nah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Better watch your language Sir. Remember on 15th July 1987 you&lt;br /&gt;were convicted of using abusive language on a policeman... ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: [Speechless and calms down after being reminded of the brush with&lt;br /&gt;the law]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Is there anything else Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Nothing... by the way... still got stock of that 3 free bottles&lt;br /&gt;of cola as advertised or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "We normally would Sir, but based on your records you're also&lt;br /&gt;diabetic....... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: [Heard cursing away as he slams down the phone and telling his&lt;br /&gt;family he is going to the Hawker Centre to 'Tar Pow']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter - ten men and one woman.&lt;br /&gt;The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one&lt;br /&gt;has to drop off. Otherwise they were all going to fall. They were not able&lt;br /&gt;to choose that person, but then the woman made a very touching speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because as a woman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids, and for men&lt;br /&gt;in general, without ever getting anything in return. As soon as she finished&lt;br /&gt;her speech, all the men started clapping their hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple was delighted when finally their long wait to adopt a baby came to an end. The adoption center called and told them they had a wonderful Japanese baby boy, and the couple took him without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from the adoption center, they stopped by the local college so they each could enroll in night courses. After they filled out the form, the registration clerk inquired, "What ever possessed you to study Japanese?"&lt;br /&gt;The couple said proudly, "We just adopted a Japanese baby and in a year or so he'll start to talk. We just want to be able to understand him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river and her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, an angel appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?" The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and she needed the thimble to make her living.&lt;br /&gt;The angel went down into the water and reappeared with a golden thimble. "Is this your thimble?" the angel asked. The seamstress replied, "No." The angel again went down and came up with a silver thimble. "Is this your thimble?" the angel asked. Again the seamstress replied, "No." The angel went down again and came up with a wooden thimble. "Is this your thimble?" the angel asked. "The seamstress replied, "Yes." The angel was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank and her husband fell into the river. When she cried out the angel again appeared and asked her, "Why are you crying?" "Oh, my husband has fallen into the water!" The angel went down into the water and came up with Mel Gibson. "Is this your husband?" the angel asked. "Yes," cried the seamstress. The angel was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!" The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to Mel Gibson, you would have come up with Tom Cruise. Then if I said 'no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Then,if had I said 'yes' you would have given me all three. I am a poor woman and am not able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT'S WHY I said yes to Mel Gibson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is: Whenever a woman lies, it is for a good and honorable reason and for the benefit of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physio was an intelligent boy.After doing a physiotherapy course abroad for 3 years, he returned home and set up a clinic in his hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked a designer to make a new name plate to be hung on the wall outside his clinic.The next morning, when he went to his clinic,he was pleased to find that the name plate was already put up.However, he was greatly annoyed by the wordings on the plate;TUKANG URUT.He went to the designer and took him to task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you insult my profession?'Tukang Urut' means masseur in Malay.I am a physiotherapist and not a masseur!Make sure you change the name right now and see that the word is spelt correctly!" Physio said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designer apologized and promised to make the changes immediately.Without further delay,he proceeded to change the name but found that the word'physiotherapist' was too long.So he broke it up into three words to make it easier to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning,Physio hit the roof when he saw the new name.On the name were written:PHYSIO THE RAPIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Irishman an Englishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But" said the Scotsman. "I still prefer the pubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home. Why in Glasgow there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;landlord there goes out of his way for the locals: so much so that when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you buy 4 drinks, he will buy the 5th drink for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well." said the Englishman "At my local, the Red Lion, the barman will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh that's nuthin'" said the Irishman "Back home in Dublin there's a pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called Ryan's Bar. The moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink, then another. all the drinks you like. Then when you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to drink, they'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman and Scotsman immediately poured scorn on the Irishman's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claims, but he swears that every word is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well" said the Englishman "Did this actually happen to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not myself personally, no," said the Irishman. "But it did happen to my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subway train was packed. It was rush hour, and many people were forced to&lt;br /&gt;stand. One particularly cramped woman turned to the man behind her and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, if you don't stop poking me with your thing, I'm going to the cops!"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what you're talking about miss - that's just my pay cheque in my pocket."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really?" she replied, "Then you must have some job, because that's the fifth raise&lt;br /&gt;you've had in the last half hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why We Love Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was dead.&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know that the cat was dead?" she asked her pupil.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move," answered the child innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did WHAT ? ! ?" the teacher exclaimed in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;"You know,"explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and it didn't&lt;br /&gt;move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later....."Da-ad...."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thirsty. Can you bring drink of water?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, You had your chance. Lights out."&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad....."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drin k of water??"&lt;br /&gt;I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!"&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later......"Daaaa-aaaad....."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief,&lt;br /&gt;finally asked him "How do you expect to get into Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in&lt;br /&gt;and out and keep slamming the door until St Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake,&lt;br /&gt;Dylan, come in or stay out!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was&lt;br /&gt;tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he&lt;br /&gt;asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she said. "I&lt;br /&gt;have to sleep in Daddy's room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The big sissy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the&lt;br /&gt;children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she&lt;br /&gt;sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty&lt;br /&gt;dress. Is it your Easter Dress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year&lt;br /&gt;old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the&lt;br /&gt;shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Mommy, you are getting fat!"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy."&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she replied, but what's growing in your butt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, "Two&lt;br /&gt;plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a&lt;br /&gt;bitch is nine...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math homework, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;"And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, "What are you&lt;br /&gt;teaching my son in math?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two,&lt;br /&gt;that son of a bitch is four?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught them&lt;br /&gt;was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, ".... and so Chicken Little&lt;br /&gt;went up to the farmer and said, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused then asked the class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you think that farmer said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl raised her hand and said, "I think he said: 'Holy&lt;br /&gt;Shit! A talking chicken!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Sugarbrown's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane Sugarbrown."&lt;br /&gt;The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with the boys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I&lt;br /&gt;can find a smooth one, can I play with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She stands&lt;br /&gt;next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a&lt;br /&gt;snack cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber says to her, "Sweetheart, you're gonna get hair on your&lt;br /&gt;Twinkie." She says, "Yes, I know, and I'm gonna get boobs too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Singapore English radio station, was holding a live radio segment at a shopping mall. The DJ was hosting a game show where prizes were given away to kids on stage if they could name the opposite gender of animals. The first kid to come on stage was a girl. "What's your name girl &amp; how old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Cheryl &amp;amp; I am 8 years old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, tell me Cheryl, what is the opposite of cow?" "Bull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good! That's correct. Now here's a Barbie doll for you. Ladies &amp; gentlemen, please give her a round of applause."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game then continued for the next 15 minutes in a similar fashion with the kids getting all the simple questions correct until it was time for the 10th kid to come on stage. The audience were very impressed with this kid as he was very clever &amp;amp; articulate from the moment he stepped on stage, before being asked, announced, "My name is Johnny. I am 7 years old and I like English, Math &amp; Art. My hobbies are collecting stamps &amp;amp; stickers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience liked him immediately because of his confidence &amp; had started to clap for him. His parents, standing right in front of the stage, were beaming with pride at how smart their son was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Johnny, you should know the answer to this question very well. Close 2 eyes also can answer. Tell me, what is the opposite of cock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young boy paused for a moment, scratched his head, moved closer to the microphone &amp;amp; finally answered proudly, "Chee ***!"&lt;br /&gt;(This topic has been closed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a child asked, "Daddy, how was I born?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, "Ah, my son, I guess one day you will need&lt;br /&gt;to find out anyway! Well, you see your Mom and I first&lt;br /&gt;got together in a chat room on MSN. Then I set up a&lt;br /&gt;date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-&lt;br /&gt;cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother&lt;br /&gt;agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one&lt;br /&gt;of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to&lt;br /&gt;hit the delete button, nine months later a blessed little&lt;br /&gt;Popup appeared and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....."You've Got Male!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wise to remember how easily this wonderful technology can be misused, sometimes unintentionally, with serious consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the case of the Illinois man who left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. Unable to find the mess of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he missed one letter when typing, and his note was sent instead to an elderly preacher's wife, whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the elderly, grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the computer screen, let out a piercing&lt;br /&gt;scream before falling to the floor in a dead faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got checked in.&lt;br /&gt;Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sure is hot down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a mailman was out on his duties when he saw a woman and a REALLY ugly child so he went over and said,"wow,that child is so ugly,dang girl!"so the woman told the mailman to go away and she started crying.A passer-by went over to the woman and said,"oh,don't cry.Look here's a tissue for you and a banana for that chimp!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl was having trouble with my computer. So she called Rick the computer guy, to come over. Rick clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. He gave her a bill for a minimum service call. As he was walking away, she called after him,&lt;br /&gt;"So, what was wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied,&lt;br /&gt;"It was an ID ten T error."&lt;br /&gt;she didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired:&lt;br /&gt;"An ID ten T error?&lt;br /&gt;What's that ... in case I need to fix it again?"&lt;br /&gt;The computer guy grinned....&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Write it down," he said, "&lt;br /&gt;and I think you'll figure it out."&lt;br /&gt;So she wrote out ...... I D 1 0 T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy gets on a plane and finds himself seated next to a cute blonde. He&lt;br /&gt;immediately turns to her and makes his move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know," he says, "I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike&lt;br /&gt;up a conversation with your fellow passenger. So let's talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde, who had just opened her book, closes it slowly and says to the&lt;br /&gt;guy, "What would you like to discuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't know," says the guy. "How about nuclear power?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," says the blonde. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask&lt;br /&gt;you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff --&lt;br /&gt;grass. Yet the deer excretes little pellets, the cow turns out a flat patty,&lt;br /&gt;and the horse produces muffins of dried poop. Why do you suppose that is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is dumbfounded. Finally he replies, "I haven't the slightest idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So tell me," says the blonde, "How is it that you feel qualified to discuss&lt;br /&gt;nuclear power when you don't know shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112417530820614440?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112417530820614440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112417530820614440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112417530820614440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112417530820614440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-for-laugh.html' title='Just For Laugh'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112381843171402580</id><published>2005-08-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:56:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look like Luan Mian Mian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After watching superstar with Little Prince, I rush home for the 2nd last episode of 谈判专家. Just as I was trying hard to push my toes in, his sister said this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Where is your gf?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"There..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tell your gf she look like the Luan Mian Mian...haha" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-_-" I think most probably because of my skin colour.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112381843171402580?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112381843171402580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112381843171402580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112381843171402580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112381843171402580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-i-look-like-luan-mian-mian.html' title='Do I look like Luan Mian Mian?'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112381810504037704</id><published>2005-08-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:41:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conservative Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was surfing net while mum knocked off from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: "I want to talk to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon seeing her worried face, I knew it wasn't going to be good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: "Your dad just now asked me how long you have been with XXX. Mum just want to sit down and have a talk about that since you don't really talked about him much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(Puzzled)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: "He asked me if you are seeing XXX."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(What the~)&lt;/em&gt; "Didn't he knew that long ago?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: "Cos he feel that it is not very good because you two have the same surname."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(WTF?!) &lt;/em&gt;"Pls loh~ now is wad centuary liao."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum: "Ya~ That's wad I told him, and that your Aunt and Uncle also having same surname. But he just dun like the idea I suppose. And he asked if you two can just be friends not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(Shocked and angry)&lt;/em&gt; "Wad do u THINK? Together so long le den u all asking this type of stupid questions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I definitely won't give a damn about this matter anymore just feeling very very ridiculous about their request. Initially, I wanted very much to asked her &lt;strong&gt;Can you just be friends with Dad?&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/8263845-112381810504037704?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112381810504037704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112381810504037704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112381810504037704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112381810504037704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/conservative-mind.html' title='Conservative Mind'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112321479169631346</id><published>2005-08-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:06:31.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life can be boring if there is too much restriction isn't it? Company is starting to use BlueCoat to protect our machine from viruses, spyware etc, but it also prevent us from going to msn and hotmail, gmail etc. Sian! Why can't they just spare us some entertainment sites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently had been having a headache at work. Just when I bent down to check if something was drop under desk, all blood seem to gather around the brain, causing a giddiness and follow by a brain-hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I will carry a book and read it in the train standing most of the time. Sometimes, a nueseaness grew from my inner body after standing too long I suppose. Feel like rushing out of the train. Can't stand anymore. Can't stand anymore! I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112321479169631346?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112321479169631346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112321479169631346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112321479169631346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112321479169631346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112320920432791324</id><published>2005-08-05T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:54:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a break, Have a joke! ^-^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is smarter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Four MBA students were boozing till late night and didn't study for the test which was scheduled for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning they thought of a plan.They made themselves look as dirty and weird as they could with grease and dirt.Then they went up to the dean and said that they had gone to a wedding last night and on their return,the tyre of their car burst.They had to push the car all the way back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dean was a just person.So he told them that they can have a retest after three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days, they said they were ready.On the third day,they appeared before the Dean.The dean said that as this was a special condition,all four were required to be in separate rooms for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last three days.The test consisted of two questions with a total marks of 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:Write down your Name. (2 Marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:Which tyre burst? ( 98 Marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Woman : U.S.A&lt;br /&gt;Man : Are you here on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Woman : No lah! I'm here for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Man : What!!! All the way from United States of America!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woman : No lah! Upper Serangoon Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;Man : !!@#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer went to snack bar and ordered a hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;When 20 minutes had gone and his food hadn't arrived, the irritated&lt;br /&gt;customer asked the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Will my hamburger be long?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: No, sir...it will be round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two young boys was having their morning breakfast of hot chocolate and&lt;br /&gt;cereal.&lt;br /&gt;As he almost finished his meal, the younger of the two headed for&lt;br /&gt;their aquarium, his hand full of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;Just when he was about to feed the turtles and the fish, his mother came&lt;br /&gt;into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't do it, Kamal", she said."They'll die."&lt;br /&gt;The boy's face turned pale and gave his mother a desperate look,&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you give it to us ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diner: Waiter, look at this chicken, nothing but skin and bones.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: What else do u want, feathers?&lt;br /&gt;Diner: I can't eat such a rotten chicken. Call the manager!&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: It's no use. He won't eat it either.&lt;br /&gt;Diner: You'll drive me to my grave!&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Well, you don't expect to walk there, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: These ice-cream are too expensive&lt;br /&gt;John: Stop complaining and pay with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: I wish I could but the man insists on cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost bald man: Why do u always charge me double?&lt;br /&gt;You ought to charge me cheaper for I don't have much hair!&lt;br /&gt;Barber: No, no! We ! don't charge for cutting the hair!&lt;br /&gt;We charge for having to search for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a middle-aged couple that had two stunningly beautiful teenage daughters. The couple decided to try one last time for the son they always wanted. After months of trying, the wife finally got pregnant and sure enough, delivered a healthy baby boy nine months later. The joyful father rushed into the nursery to see his new son. He took one look and was horrified to see&lt;br /&gt;the ugliest child he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to his wife and told her there was no way he could be the father of that child.&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered!" Then he gave her a stern look and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Have you been fooling around on me?"&lt;br /&gt;The wife just smiled sweetly and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Not this time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condom says to Kotex,&lt;br /&gt;"When you work, I lose seven days of business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotex replies, "If you fail to work once, my business stops for nine&lt;br /&gt;months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camel and an elephant met, and the elephant asked: "Why do you have&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;tits on your back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camel responded: "What a silly question from someone who has a dick&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;his face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black guy and a white girl met at a nite club. She took him to her&lt;br /&gt;apartment and said: "tie me to the bed and do what black men do best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he ran off with the TV and VCD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: "I wish I were a newspaper, so you can hold me every morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: "I wish you're a newspaper TOO, my dear so&lt;br /&gt;I can have a NEW ! ONE every morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese couple got married. When baby was born, her eyes were big and&lt;br /&gt;blue, hair was curly and blonde, skin was brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, name of the baby was SAM TING LONG ("some thing wrong")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady visited her doctor one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc said: "You look so weak and exhausted! Are you eating your meals 3&lt;br /&gt;times&lt;br /&gt;a day as I advised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : "Doc, I thought you said 3 males a day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rings and maid picks up the phone as her master is bathing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the caller asked what's he doing, the maid Replied:&lt;br /&gt;"MASTURBATING."(master bathing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad Eats Lightbulbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny has to write a story about someone in his family that does something amazing. The next day, he returns and tells the class that his father eats lightbulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know that?" asks his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard him say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Mom were in the bedroom and he said 'I'll only eat that thing if you turn out the light.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;###&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DEAD GOLDFISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Tim was in the garden filling a hole when his neighbour peered over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to,he politely asked,"What are you up to there,Tim?"&lt;br /&gt;"My goldfish died,"replied Tim tearfully,without looking up,"and I've just buried him."&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour said,"That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish,isn't it,Tim?"&lt;br /&gt;Tim patted down the last heap of earth and replied,"That's because I couldn't get him out of your cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHISPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother took her little boy to church.While in church the little boy said,"Mommy,I have to pee."&lt;br /&gt;The mother said to the little boy,"It's not appropriate to say the word 'pee' in church.So,from now on whenever you have to 'pee', just tell me that you have to 'whisper'."&lt;br /&gt;The following Sunday,the little boy went to church with his father and during the service,said to his father,"Daddy,I have to whisper."&lt;br /&gt;The father looked at him and said,"Okay,why don't you whisper in my ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A three year-old walked up to a pregnant lady while waiting with his mother in the doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;He inquisitively asked the lady,"Why is your stomach so big?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied,"I'm having a baby."&lt;br /&gt;With big eyes,he asked,"Is the baby in your stomach?"&lt;br /&gt;She answered,"He sure is."&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy, with a puzzled look,asked,"Is it a good baby?"&lt;br /&gt;She said,"Oh, yes.It's a real good baby."&lt;br /&gt;With an even more surprised and shocked look,he asked,"Then why did you eat him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;###&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen Before You Interrupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny watched his Daddy's car pass by the school playground and go into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunt Jane in a passionate embrace. Little Johnny found this so exciting that he could not contain himself as he ran home and started to tell his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Jane helped daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Mommy cut him off and said, "Johnny, this is such interesting story, suppose you save the rest of it for suppertime. I want to see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dinner table, Mommy asked little Johnny to tell his story. Johnny started his story about the car going into the woods, the undressing, Aunt Jane laying down on the back seat. Then Aunt Jane and Daddy started doing the same thing that Mommy and Uncle Bill used to do when Daddy was in the Army."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;###&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress Reliever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife : You always carry my photo in your handbag to the office. Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby : When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look at&lt;br /&gt;your picture and the problem disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: You see, how miraculous and powerful I am for you?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, "What other problem&lt;br /&gt;can there be greater than this one?"&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever ... 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: When we get married, I want to share all your worries, troubles&lt;br /&gt;and lighten your burden.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It's very kind of you, darling, But I don't have any worries or&lt;br /&gt;troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well that's because we aren't married yet.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Mom, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me to&lt;br /&gt;give up my seat to a lady.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well, you have done the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Son: But mum, I was sitting on daddy's lap.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever ... 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: " What's your excuse for coming home at this time of&lt;br /&gt;the night?"&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: " Golfing with friends, my dear."&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: " What ? At 2 am ? "&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: " Yes, We used night clubs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;###&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealthy Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he would pay a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write "Spaghetti" on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin. One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. "Honey," she said, "You received a very strange post card today." "Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it," he said. The wife obeyed, and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and fainted. On the card was written: "Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;###&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do when u in the lift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When there's only one other person in the elvator, tap them&lt;br /&gt;on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile,&lt;br /&gt;and go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the&lt;br /&gt;wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they&lt;br /&gt;know what floor your on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After&lt;br /&gt;a while, let the doors close, and say, “Hi Greg. How's your day&lt;br /&gt;been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then&lt;br /&gt;scream, “That's mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on,&lt;br /&gt;ask if they have an apointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to&lt;br /&gt;play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask&lt;br /&gt;them if they can hear ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency&lt;br /&gt;procedures and exits with the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ask, “Did you feel that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) When the doors close, announce to the others, “It's okay,&lt;br /&gt;don't panic, they open again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Swat at flies that don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Tell people that you can see their aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Call out, “Group Hug!”and then enforce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and&lt;br /&gt;muttering, “Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering&lt;br /&gt;inside, ask, “Got enough air in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the&lt;br /&gt;wall, without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in&lt;br /&gt;horror, “Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other&lt;br /&gt;passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then&lt;br /&gt;announce, “I have new socks on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to&lt;br /&gt;the other passengers, “This is MY personal space." &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/8263845-112320920432791324?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112320920432791324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112320920432791324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112320920432791324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112320920432791324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-break-have-joke.html' title='Have a break, Have a joke! ^-^'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112312385376347767</id><published>2005-08-04T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:50:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses To Use When Caught Sleeping At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Excuses To Use When Caught Sleeping At Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They told me at the blood bank that this might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is just a 15 minute power nap like they raved about in that time management course you sent me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was working smarter - not harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whew! I must have left the top off the whiteout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is one of the seven habits of highly effective people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was testing the keyboard for drool resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm in the management training program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm actually doing a Stress Level Elimination Exercise Plan (SLEEP). I learned at the last mandatory seminar you made me attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This is in exchange for the six hours last night when I dreamed about work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relieve work related stress. Do you discriminate against people who practice Yoga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. No! Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out a solution to our biggest problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The coffee machine is broken....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Someone must have put decaf in the wrong pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Boy, that cold medicine I took last night just won't wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ah, the unique and unpredictable circadian rhythms of the workaho! lic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I wasn't sleeping. I was trying to pick up my contact lens without my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The mail courier flipped out and pulled a gun so I was playing dead to avoid getting shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Geez, I thought you (the boss) were gone for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm just resting my eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112312385376347767?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112312385376347767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112312385376347767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112312385376347767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112312385376347767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/excuses-to-use-when-caught-sleeping-at.html' title='Excuses To Use When Caught Sleeping At Work'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112306942280983038</id><published>2005-08-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:43:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, and sick and SICK</title><content type='html'>What a bloody cold day, virus all over the body, eating up all the good cells, making me sick, and sick and SICK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112306942280983038?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112306942280983038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112306942280983038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112306942280983038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112306942280983038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-and-sick-and-sick.html' title='sick, and sick and SICK'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112299128321989728</id><published>2005-08-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:01:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Show - Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw this movie yesterday and found it got a nice plot, quite addictive indeed. This movie is about a furniture designer(HeJun), staying together with his wife(Ensu) and his younger brother(DaJun), a car racer, in a small warming hut. Every morning before the wife went to work, she will write a love letter and left it in the small letter box for husband. The husband will collect it, read and reply with another letter. On one rainy night after the wife had knocked off, her husband was waiting patiently with an umbrella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ensu: Did you hear that? That's my favourite song! How wonderful to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hear this song on a rainy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The husband just smile. He turned and gave a wink to the uncle standing outside a music store. The husband was a caring person. Despite being a great husband, he cooked a sumptuous dinner for their wedding anniversary that night, and even got her wife's broken necklace fixed as a present. The present was a gift made from her father from a plant seed when she was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On one occasion, HeJun was late for his brother's car racing competition, so he took a cab. Because the cab driver knew that he was late, he sped. DaJun, on the other hand, having difficulty in controlling the steeling wheels, and both of them met accident on the same day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HeJun condition worsen after a few days, yet DaJun miracle survived. However, things are behaving weirdly. DaJun eventually recovered but he was behaving like his brother. Preparing sumptuous dinner, making furniture with his brother's workspace in the day, and even claimed that he was HeJun. The wife didn't believed at first. She went to consult the doctor but was certified that there is a possibility of having her husband's spirit possession on DaJun's body. The wife finally believed that Dijon was now her husband after he told her all the memories they had in detailed. Few days later, the doctor suggested to put an end to HeJun's life as the organ in his body had began to decompose severely after his brain dead, and they agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything was back to normal again. DaJun was preparing a bunter exhibition while the wife went to work as normal. Just as DaJun's girlfriend(X) went to bid goodbye to him, she saw the wife's necklace in a bottle. She took it with her. Few days later, the wife received a letter from X and the necklace. On the letter, she finally gave up her relationship with DaJun, and she couldn't understand such a sick love exists. The wife, somehow being hinted by her and went to DaJun's garage where she found a lot of her photos and a diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Initially, DaJun met Ensu years ago while he was capturing scenery with his camera. It was love at first sight. He didn't get to know her until one night, his brother brought a girl during their drinking session. It was Ensu. Ensu and his brother finally got married and lived together. DaJun felt sad but when the thought of getting to see ensue everyday makes him warmed his heart. He had a close relationship with his brother who doesn't understand woman. So, he taught him how to be a romantic man, help him write love letter, everything. And his bother would shared every little secrets between him and his wife. Finally he got this chance to take care of his love one after his brother past away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry brother, but, I knew her first.&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/8263845-112299128321989728?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112299128321989728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112299128321989728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112299128321989728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112299128321989728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/korean-show-addicted.html' title='Korean Show - Addicted'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112286516427668304</id><published>2005-08-01T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:59:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A young girl missed her period for two months...Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit.  The test result shows that the girl is pregnant now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting, Cursing, Crying, the mother scream :"Who was the pig that did this to you?. I want to know...!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later a Ferrari Car stops in front of their house, a mature and distinguished man with dark hair and impeccably dressed in a very expensive  suit steps out of it and enters the house slowly ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits in the living room with the father, the mother and the girl, and tells them: "Good morning, your daughter has informed me  of the problem. However, I can't marry her because of my personal family situation, but I'll take the responsibility ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl is born I will bequeath her 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beach Villa and a $1,000,000 bank account .. If a boy is born,&lt;br /&gt;my legacy will be a couple of factories and a  $2,000,000 bank account .&lt;br /&gt;If it is twins, 5 factory each and $5,000,000 for each child .&lt;br /&gt;However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places his hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him : " &lt;b&gt;You Can Try Again ! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112286516427668304?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112286516427668304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112286516427668304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112286516427668304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112286516427668304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/realistic-joke.html' title='Realistic Joke'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112306909198880563</id><published>2005-07-31T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:38:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Safe House</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 101px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="242" alt="The Safe House" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/TheSafeHouse.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Plot: Everything seemed fine by Dr Samantha Laschen to move into quiet east-english town of Stamford away from London to setup her clinic managing Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened that a viscious double murder occurs where the parents(Leo &amp; Liz Mackenzie) were murdered, leaving the only child(Finn) to survive. Dr. Samantha Laschen is bullied into looking after Fiona Mackenzie, the survivor. After a few doubts, Fiona, the pretender quickly integrates into Samantha's life - until things begin to go horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Ending: Sad to say, the author leave the victim with a loose end or two - but not resolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comments: In the story, I think the most innocent party is Samantha, to lose her lover who has died tragically with the real Finn.&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/8263845-112306909198880563?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112306909198880563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112306909198880563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112306909198880563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112306909198880563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/safe-house.html' title='The Safe House'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112286488275582668</id><published>2005-07-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:54:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting use to the days without him, without companion. Suddenly feel alone again. Walking in the middle of Singapore, no destination. First time shopping alone, empty handed in the end. Where are all my friends? I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112286488275582668?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112286488275582668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112286488275582668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112286488275582668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112286488275582668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-alone.html' title='All Alone'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112286499248502723</id><published>2005-07-28T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:23:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation `2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/cert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally have the time to have a feel on my keyboard. Finally got chance to wear a formal business suit with a matching skirt for my entire life. Finally, I walked up to stage where I once performed during my secondary school days when my name are called. Finally, I smiled and walked elegantly to receive my cert. Yesh! I've graduated finally, after 3 damn long years of studying in NYP, where we, DBI0202, shared the memories of studying, copying homework, cheating in test, celebrating bird-days for all our classmates and the days when we helped each other in projects and through each sememsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was late this morning because my lazy ass don't wanna get up on a weekday morning. In an hours time, I rush here and there in the house getting things done like combing hair, bath, taking lunch, get dressed up and waiting for cab with my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are things I regret to do. I regret not getting up early. I regret not reaching school early. I regret not taking photos with my friends or who ever I know walked past me so that I can have a picture or two at the nicely decorated graduation board. Because after the graduation ceremony, I got to time to take picture. I got to look for friends whom I planned to take picture with, sms them to meet at a place for photo taking. Meanwhile, Little Prince and others wanted a photo and I was to be the camera gal. I was taking while calling, so busy that I hang up when the line is connected but I have to smile at the same time. So busy that we had to move up to collect our cert while I still busy trying to get my friends contacted. So busy that I finally have time to rest at the refreshment area having photos taken with teachers and friends. So busy taking photos that I neglected my mum who is standing alone at one corner after her small lunch. Because of that she decides to take a leave first and I send her out. After lunch, we meet JP where we had a Sakae Buffet for dinner, which was enough to burst up everyone's stomach. So busy that, by the end of the day, I've forgotten the most important thing - I haven't take any formal photo with my Little Prince. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, what a busy day I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;BTW, hey guys, where are all my photos?&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/8263845-112286499248502723?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112286499248502723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112286499248502723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112286499248502723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112286499248502723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/graduation-2005.html' title='Graduation `2005'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112243984091393135</id><published>2005-07-27T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:29:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bird Day to Baby Eeyore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a myth saying that if a girlfriend give a pair of shoe to her boyfriend or vice versa, the recipient will eventually leave the other party. Isn't true ? I don't know. I usually don't believe this type of crap though KL  and ML has warn me about that. "What rubbish", I thought. Because I wasn't convince to this myth, KL suggest to ask my the other party to return me a dollar so as to break the curse if the myth came true. So, my the other party laugh and said if that's the case, he will somehow become the sender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I still bought it as his birthday gift yesterday. There wasn't any surprise because whatever I've planned didn't allow me to have enough time to implement, furthermore, he already knew my plan long ago, so what's the point? But after the dinner, he had a sudden craving for drinks and I wasn't able to fulfil this either. Oh, so sad~ How I wish last friday was his bird day so I can celebrate with him till late night.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I mentioned that the HotPot Buffet at CHinese Feast nearly blow up our stomach? Overall I think the soup was quite nice but the variety of food was little. Desserts like Ma Ti Gao, Bun, Fried dumplings and ice-cream etc were also included in the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For Your Information:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese Feast @ Suntec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adult $16.90 - Lunch Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adult $25.90 - Dinner Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112243984091393135?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112243984091393135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112243984091393135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112243984091393135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112243984091393135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-bird-day-to-baby-eeyore.html' title='Happy Bird Day to Baby Eeyore!'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112211390139415873</id><published>2005-07-23T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T18:23:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Martini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My jaw dropped once again, due to some news from my ex-poly mates. We had yet another gatherings because ML say she wanted a drink or something. Nowadays she has been addicted to night life. So after dinner, we went have some pool games while waiting for A back from his army life. Wao. Botak. Just like a Nija turtle. Ha. He seem a little black and the first question he asked "Have I lose weigh?" Mm~ how come a guy asked a gal's question. Nothing much change I think only more safety conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to a nearby pub(forgot what its name). Not much people there, maybe its still early and many are playing pool over there. The names given on the drinks were interesting : Lady Killer, Test tube baby, Am I a Virgin, Blowjob and so on. I had Lychee Martini. Taste like mm, lychee of cos, with a lychee in it, but not as sweet as I thought. I wanted so much to try it as I always read about it in other people's blog. ML had Apple Martini instead, but I think the taste os apple is too much, just lilke drinking apple fizzy drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promised my dad to reached home at 1am. Expectedly, he was waiting downstair for me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad: Why so late? Got so much things to say meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : No ma... A just came back and we just have a small gatherings loh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad : Where were you just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Mm...dunno wad complex loh...there...the one got Macdonald one loh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad : Aiya..dun tell me that lah I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't dare to stand close to him to avoid my smell from reaching his nose. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112211390139415873?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112211390139415873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112211390139415873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112211390139415873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112211390139415873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-martini.html' title='My first Martini'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112201683510440111</id><published>2005-07-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T15:20:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm begining to like this song. Ah Mei's Open your eyes. Yesterday's Super Star Kelly sang that. I think its the type of songs her choose to sing that touch the judges. Because it is a sad song where you can feel your heart sink to the bottom, your nose tip turn sour if the singer sang well. Well, I'm going to choose this song on  the next KTV session. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;作词：阿怪　作曲：阿怪　编曲：吴庆隆 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open your eyes Just say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;这个夜晚是应该哭个痛快 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;相遇不算太晚　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;相爱不算太短 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;现在正好适合离开 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open your eyes and say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;只是不懂怎么还笑得出来 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;承诺已经不再　叹息无可计算 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;再不离开泪就要泛滥 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;#Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;每一种决定都像肝肠寸断 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;每一种选择都是心有不甘 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;过了今晚你要开始学着勇敢 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;不可知的未来　你要自己承担 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;每一种决定都像肝肠寸断 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;每一种选择都是心有不甘 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;诚实并不代表容许背叛 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;这样的爱　只是错误的示范&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112201683510440111?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112201683510440111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112201683510440111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112201683510440111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112201683510440111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112183047587474488</id><published>2005-07-20T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:07:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Mr. Greenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/hidamari-colour-of-nightingale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking at the little greenie display, swaying its head from left to right along with the rythm of David Tao's music isn't a bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mr.Greenie, keeping me accompany whenever I'm happy, sad, angry or stressed. No wonder they say this fellow can really cheer you up a little, whenever you see his smilie face - left to right, left to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks Mr.Greenie. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;#Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The auntie sitting behind me passby and saw Mr.Greenie. Out of curiosity, she asked: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why nowadays youngsters like this kind of thing? Actually wad is that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Mm...ppl say is for de-stress purpose. =)"&lt;br /&gt;Aunite: "Last time there is a gal abt ur age oso and she oso gt this thing..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, izit? haha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She even show it to the woman infront of me. "See?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...I'm so proud of Mr.Greenie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8263845-112183047587474488?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112183047587474488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112183047587474488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112183047587474488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112183047587474488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/thanks-mr-greenie.html' title='Thanks, Mr. Greenie'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112182239984236296</id><published>2005-07-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:19:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as everyone were planning what to bring and wear on that day, everything has came to an end. SIANZ. Our chalet has been postponed to some other day untill further notice acknowledge. And I thought it has been long long time since I last go 'chiong' liao, just had some glimmer of hope but has turned to ash. Hai, a postponed to the chalet thing has destroyed our plan and worst still, bring us to face the SQA thing. SIANZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I was desperate for next week to come, to collect my cert, gatherings, receiving my pay from ex and current company so that I can bring eeyore to enjoy a fabulous dinner. *rolling eye ball*&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days, I've simply got nothing to do and just wait. Wait for the users' reply, wait for my leader's reply, and their reply was - wait. So, I wait and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays I have been thinking - Why am I spending so much? And to  realised that - More pay equals to more desire, which is equivalent to more spending. Because I couldn't resist the desire of having that formal matching set, somemore got discount wor, so I bought it last weekend without trying to search for G2000 member card from friends for another 15% discount. There goes my 100+.&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard to go on like this arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112182239984236296?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112182239984236296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112182239984236296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112182239984236296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112182239984236296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-goes-my-plan.html' title='There goes my plan'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112175362261346463</id><published>2005-07-18T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:13:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a shit day?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a few more minutes before I reached my doorstep, I entered the lift and...SHIT! Dammit! I stepped on dog shit! Those soft soft damp damp chocolate-coloured. YUCK! It stuck on my heels.  Damn smelly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think I can go buy 4-D liao. Pui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112175362261346463?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112175362261346463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112175362261346463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112175362261346463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112175362261346463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-shit-day.html' title='What a shit day?!'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112114412782038919</id><published>2005-07-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:06:45.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Etiqeutte, manners &amp; all Humour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During class, a teacher trying to teach good manners asks the students, one by one -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Michael, if you were on a date, having supper with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?" she asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Just a minute, I have to go piss." The teacher replied "That would be rude and impolite!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What about you John, how would you say it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The teacher responded, "That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the table." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"And you Peter, are you able to use your intelligence for once and show us your good manners?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment, I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to meet after supper." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The teacher fainted !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;###&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not tonight dear..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said "WHAT??!! What was that?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am d not what I do for you in the bedroom?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realizing that! nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smi! ling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier." I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I then said "honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112114412782038919?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112114412782038919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112114412782038919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112114412782038919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112114412782038919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/sense-of-humour.html' title='Sense of Humour'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112113740363399058</id><published>2005-07-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:03:23.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw this from my company's forum, very true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn’t really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you’re not part of it. Everything happens for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If the person you love doesn’t love you back, don’t be afraid to love someone else again, for you’ll never know unless you give it a try. You’ll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don’t get hurt, you don’t learn how to love. Love doesn’t hurt all the time. Though the hurting is still there to test to you, to help you grow. Don’t find love: let love finds you. That’s why it’s called falling in love because you don’t force yourself to fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages size. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering, and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on, and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. While falling out of love take some time to heal and then get beckon the horse, don’t ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. To love is to risk rejection; to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self, to love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain. Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitful years, you should give thanks: you know that they were the things that helped you grow. Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you’ll experience the fullness of humanity, and that is love. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you’re not ready to cry, if you’re not ready to take the risk, if you’re not ready to feel the pain, then you’re not ready to fall in love. There were times in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love because every time we do, we get hurt. Yes, that’s why it’s called, again, falling in love. But then again, love is all there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.co.uk/print/0,9688,175095,00.html"&gt;http://www.ivillage.co.uk/print/0,9688,175095,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112113740363399058?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112113740363399058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112113740363399058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112113740363399058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112113740363399058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/lesson-on-love.html' title='Lesson on Love'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112100755034309297</id><published>2005-07-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:36:42.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little did I expect that what I have to do for my job. I'm not saying that I don't like my job, maybe just need time to digest everything. My job scope was to create reports. It sounds easy and simple but heard from those seniors that they couldn't hit their targets given within a month at times. One report can spend up to a day to be created. Sometimes, 2 working days. Anyway, I haven't started so can't be bothered. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was assigned to group with partner IQ, and we got nothing better to do then chat. Somehow, we came to talk about personal stuff and she told me she was married, and I was stunt. Then, she told me she had a one and half year daughter. I was shocked. Then she said her hubby was her classmate and now a NS man, and my jaw dropped. To add on my surprises, she told me she daughter was named 'Liu Jia Ling'. Dot dot dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;IQ showed me her baby photo, wao, damn cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truthly to say, Income wasn't a bad company. Being a staff here can be very beneficial. Alot of outdoor activities, indoor, still provide desserts very wed and fri. But I dunno why they only provide red and green bean soup. Dunno how to cook others?! Or no time. People here are VERY friendly. Very good communication among colleagues regardless of status. When we first came here, we were assigned work buddy and friend buddy. Work buddy of cause will be able to help you in your work, while friend buddy only company you to lunch etc. Moreover, one of our supervisor even buy us breakfast at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly, the newcomers were given brand new computers! Flat screen somemore. OMGoat! Shiok sia. Feel like moving it back to my house. Heez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, sometimes I feel abit stress working with IQ cause she have this kind of smart look to me(don't feel it until working with her). She seldom talk, very hard working. I would turned around and peep at her at times to check what she was doing. Sometimes, to my surprise, she have already completed certain things or started leaning things on her own. After she had done, she would tell you what are the things that I may have left out. Stress. That is why I never dared to slack at work or just for a while to relax. Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112100755034309297?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112100755034309297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112100755034309297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112100755034309297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112100755034309297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-job.html' title='My new job'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112117600404358216</id><published>2005-07-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:16:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;People commented it is a bad show, because the enermies just died like that, while others disagreed. So, Little Prince say he wanted to watch it, in fact a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The storyline was just like what they said, those tripod stand died, but they died because of organism - Sucking human blood which their immune system cannot withstand the type of organism(blood) and ended up destroy themselves. "What a lame ending!", he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway that isn't what I wanna watched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because Wet Dreams 2 is coming soon! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112117600404358216?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112117600404358216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112117600404358216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112117600404358216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112117600404358216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/war-of-world.html' title='War of the World'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112065293509741614</id><published>2005-07-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:07:31.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/soldier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I left the house forgetting all about my mobile phone till I reached control station. Shit!! Not again. Ahhh..... I began to agree with the Auntie saying about the youth will definitely suffer from any depression or disorder without a mobile phone in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So who's the first to have his head shave? It's Aven!! He has decided to go in earlier this month, therefore we held a small dinner as our last gatherings at nydc tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye Kor kor, cya next time with your bald head. Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112065293509741614?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112065293509741614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112065293509741614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112065293509741614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112065293509741614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-to-go.html' title='The first to go'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112040934901744277</id><published>2005-07-03T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:33:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the first time bringing Little Prince to my religion lesson. It's abit weird though, but he didn't mind. He say he wanted to have a look on my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have to seat separately because guys and gals are not allowed to be seated together. I was worried that he might not used to it and feel bored eventually. Instead he lloked quite attentive in class. Haha. Because the lecturer knew he was a newbie there and worried that he might not understand most of the lesson, therefore she focus much of her attention on him, asking him if he understand this and that. And the more she question him, the more times I shake my head (Die liao, she definitely scared this newbie away). After the first lesson, we have some tea break before the second starts. The second lesson were BORED~ I was already on my path to lala land because I don't understand for the past one hour plus and not even to mentioned about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On our way to gym, he told me he did understand the first lesson and in fact he feel that what she said was quite true. =) I'm glad to hear that of cause. Bacause I'm first time bringing a newie into my class and normally I failed to convince anyone to tag along with me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope there is a second chance to pull him along haha, of cause and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112040934901744277?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112040934901744277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112040934901744277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112040934901744277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112040934901744277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-time.html' title='The first time'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112002464839331530</id><published>2005-07-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:00:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="The Red Room" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/TheRedRoom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phew! After borrowing for 3 weeks and made another extend but still couldn't finish with this pace of mine, I decided to make a second extension but to realised that I'm over the limit. LOL The plot has many twists and turn and left you guessing till the end. A must for thriller reader! Maybe thats the reason why I'm attracted to thriller books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The plot is about Dr Kitt Quinn, working as a psychologist, helping the police to analyze the personality of cases, suspects and criminals. In the start, she already been attacked by a mentally unstable guy during the process of interviewing. However, that does not stop her from her investigation with a case that is indirectly related with this weird guy. She managed to spot a connection between two impossible cases and work it out by her instinct and evidence. So the whole sad tale is about a mother looking for her daughter and a daughter searching for her mother. Sad to say, the reader will not be able to find out if they have the chance to acknowledge each other before death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is always a few same points appeared in this type of story:&lt;br /&gt;1) The lead is always a female.&lt;br /&gt;2) The police are useless.&lt;br /&gt;3) You will never guess who is the murderer till the end. (Of cause that is what it attract readers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, it is interesting lah. But the number of story from Nicci French seems little. Hope he/she will produce more.&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/8263845-112002464839331530?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112002464839331530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112002464839331530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112002464839331530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112002464839331530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/red-room.html' title='The Red Room'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112040927642065533</id><published>2005-07-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:47:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this is our first day of work. Kinda tired. Kinda disappointed. Kinda nothing to comment. HAI~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the start, they took us to the 7th floor for briefing. The guy named Ronald Yee somemore. So he introduced himself, introduced the company, introduced the colleagues and how beneficial over there and most importantly, introduced their policies. I dunno what the hell he trying to talk about money laundering process, how criminals get to wash away their dirty money and so on. LOL So we spent a few hours over there, hearing his speech and signing documents, photo taking and tea break before we are allow to leave for our lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 8 of us went to the nearest kopi tiam for lunch. The Chai Fan was salty, cannot make it, and the rice and vege they give were so pathetic, somemore it is managed by 3 ah bengs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah Beng: "Mei Nu, yao chi shen mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends: "Add rice please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah Beng: "30 bits enough anot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole lunch session seemed very weird. Weird in a way that only me, ML and KL talking, the rest day dreaming while eating. We even notice one of them can dream until she stop eating and starring aimlessly into the sky. OMGoat! Mr Nono also starts to dream after finish eating. Then the same things goes to almost everyone. Oh! I goona miss ML and KL if they are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the office, we are waiting outside level 2 for training. Their training sucks I can tell you. Not well-prepared, disorganized. The reason is because they are not in-charge of the system themselves. The auntie presenting while asking the gal seating beside her how to create new task after this step, so they exchange their conversation in between training. But she did tell us that we are the first batch of new employees having training so I suppose that their ignorance and disorganize are understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I thought we will be brought to our seats respectively after training. Yes, we are, but not until they brought us for a tour from level 2 to 4 and to the next building, and to visit the Head of Department and finally to CEO. What the hell! What the hell they bring us to see CEO for what? I can 100% gurantee he knows nothing about IT loh. And we even have intro ourselves repeatedly for every levels that he brought us to! Poor ML and KL to walk with us when their locations should be at Tampines. I think the tour guide should only bring those working in that level do a small intro and settle them at them place mah, that should be the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAI~ Other than that, the people over there are quite friendly loh. That's all that I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112040927642065533?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112040927642065533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112040927642065533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112040927642065533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112040927642065533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-day-of-work.html' title='First day of work'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112100743541420275</id><published>2005-06-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:00:17.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to sing actually, I like music. I always feel that we, human will not be able to live without music in our life. Life would be bored. Recently, I can say, my favourite singer is JJ and F.I.R. JJ's song can lead me to a kind of comfort, relaxation. F.I.R - an unexplainable, invisible power, that give you the energy to do things, while her sad songs brings you sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because my brother gave me 2 vouchers - a 20% discount and a 4 hours free KTV room at Party World. I invited my secondary school mates to join in the fun. And I dragged ML along since she was free for the time being. We were late because of the contract thing, and by the time we've arrived, JL and SZ were singing like hell, while SQ seated quietly aside. It was really under my expectation that they can really sing and give me the impression of snatching the mic and choosing those songs they like. LOL Well, as expected, ML didn't even hold the mic even though the number of times I forced her to. But I must say, I really enjoyed KTV with them. Perhaps they are gals and we clicked, and we sing and laugh and shout all we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I meet him after KTV and I was really happy and surprised to see him with my pendant again! Heez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112100743541420275?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112100743541420275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112100743541420275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112100743541420275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112100743541420275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/crazy-gang.html' title='The crazy gang'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-112002461853501923</id><published>2005-06-29T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:08:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROWNED Frowned frowned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Big Big FROWNED* Another failed attempt for cake baking. Initially, I wanted very much to cook my favourite potato soup yesterday but I couldn't find the ingredients and kinda lazy to buy, so I decided to make it today. However, mum suggest to bake butter cake since Aunt JH gave her an old-time oven, she decided to gave it a try. It always took me back to the days I was still a small mei mei helping out in the kitchen. After mixing all the eggs+butter+sugar+flour=sticky yellowish paste, I would dipped my finger with some paste and lick it. Hmm mmm~ So we did the same thing today - cracked the eggs, mixed with butter and sugar blah blah blah and finally pour them into the aluminium container. Guess what. The oven remained as cooling as before after heating for 10 good minutes! OMGoat. Mum made a call to Aunt JH and she claimed she has not been using it for a long time, perhaps spoilt. *FROWNED* Why like that?! I was thinking of bringing it to Little Prince deeeee. Mum suggest to use the steaming method loh, which means the cake will turn out to be kuey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time to get a new oven sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;================================================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just back from another group of gathering and I thought it would be a great day. Well, I lost my precious star-shaped pendant on my way there. This has already made my day upside down, and to make things worst, LF message to put me plane on tomorrow's event, there was a blackout while I was changing clothes, I hurt my index finger as I failed to notice that my index finger was just right in the middle while I close my door. Arghhhhhh~ What a bad bad day. But what really affect me most was the star pendant - one side frosted, and I would be able to get the same one forever. SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky to say, I didn't lost my ring if I didn't take it out from the necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-112002461853501923?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112002461853501923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=112002461853501923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112002461853501923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/112002461853501923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/frowned-frowned-frowned.html' title='FROWNED Frowned frowned'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111940169739156050</id><published>2005-06-24T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:34:00.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day - A Long Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I did not sleep well. Finally fell asleep after an hour of flipping left and right, left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little did I expect that this place would left me an unforgettable memories. A place that left me the most experience and joy in my working life. I believe it is fate that brought me in this company, to this project team, to meet this &lt;s&gt;bunch of funny monkeys&lt;/s&gt; group of interesting people. In this level, there are 4 project teams, and I'm assigned to one of this project team's training team. What do I mean by training team? Every system that a project team has developed, will be deployed out to the client side for testing before the clients can use the product. So the project team will have to come out with a &lt;s&gt;bunch of monkeys&lt;/s&gt; training team to conduct training lessons to teach another &lt;s&gt;bunch of idiots&lt;/s&gt; these group of clients. Before each lessons, we will have to prepare training materials in a nice nice format, print them out nice nice, neat neat, and pack them in a just-nice box before delivery. Not to forgot the online help that I'm in-charged. Hee. Besides that, you need to schedule this bunch of idiots in terms of roles and rank into the training periods. Wait a minute, most importantly is to setup the servers followed by &lt;em&gt;preping&lt;/em&gt; IDs and data. Most of the time, those monkeys and idiots will complain while testing. They can be real fussy. Even the colouring, wordings, formattings can also complain. So you mustn't get pissed off. You must let them win. They happy, you happy. They not happy, they go complain, you die. Because customers are always right. Right? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because life gets thou at times. So the most talented entertainer will try to be the monkey and let you laugh the whole day. In our training team, only YS has the capabilities. Her first impression to me was a strong and capable woman. She think fast, talk fast, work fast. Besides work hard she also play hard. Today, she is going to play hard with her family. Because she couldn't take off yesterday, she had to make it today. Because I couldn't get to see her today, I decided to move my plannings ahead. So, yesterday, I bought the whole team a Merci and The Belgian as a token of appreciation. I waited and waited before there is a chance for me to have a photo with her before I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Times flies especially this morning. As usual, I was still under Dua Bei Gong's command, working like a slave. When I was done, she finally asked me if I would like to stay on to help her. I rejected her. She said she was curious if I've learnt anything here. I briefly grabbed some rubbish from my head and even told her that printing also need to learn. She laughed, then asked me if I've anything not happy about and wish to complain. I wanted very much to say I was not happy with her everything and that was my only complain, but I didn't. Of course I say no. I think she also knew what's her position like in her colleagues' heart, and sometimes, I took pity on her for being entitled a name - a useless PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had my last lunch with thomas and Pat. Pat insisted to buy me lunch and Thomas buy me an ice-cream. Wao~ yesterday's ice-cream from YS, today's from them, think I'm going to put on weight soon. But I was happy. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After lunch, back to work. But me and Pat chat abit and work abit. I saw her busying, so I offered to help her, but only could help a little, because time's up. After packing my stuff and doing exit clearance, I finally bid goodbye to Dua Bei Gong No. 2, Thomas and Pat. Pat walked me out and gave me a one-last-hug. The feeling was strong that I had to hold back my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111940169739156050?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111940169739156050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111940169739156050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111940169739156050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111940169739156050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day-long-summary.html' title='Last Day - A Long Summary'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111932007349397125</id><published>2005-06-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T10:14:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gossipers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This afternoon, while having lunch, I finally received the call that I've been waiting for. Yes. I've got the offer. What disappoint me abit was the pay - $1500, kinda low I thought. Or I should say my expectation have rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I mentioned before, having lunch with years older my colleagues has never been a wrong choice, unless you are not a gossiper, a human nature. All the time, they have been talking non-stop, be it work, colleagues, economy, jobs etc etc etc and I can only captured 5% of their conversation. Someone cursed Dua Bei Gong to encounter a fall days ago and the curse really came truelast week. Poor Dua Bei Gong, think she had a bad fall which force her to take 2-3 days leave. Evil us, to have joke around with it with more curses on her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never ever offend your colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beside the cafeteria there is always some so-called pasamalam store around selling their items at a cheap price. Sometimes, IT stuffs, fruits, books and today's baby clothes. Pat was simply excited when she saw the baby stuffs. So I accompany her over for some shoppings. "Uncle, do you have bigger size?" "Uncle, do you have a new one?" "Uncle, do you have those like this one with stripe-designed? I don't like poker dots." The uncle simply cannot be bothered with us and try to serve other customers instead. In the end, she had a good more than 10 pieces with a bright smile on her face after spending a good 45 minutes of small shoppings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say, all mothers on the world are same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111932007349397125?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111932007349397125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111932007349397125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111932007349397125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111932007349397125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/gossipers.html' title='The gossipers'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111951983188453167</id><published>2005-06-19T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:24:05.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's good to have someone to put you plane at times, for you will be rewarded a sumptuous meal in return. Hee. He was late for the whole afternoon, in fact the whole day due to work. I have to wait and wait. So he brought me to this place - The Village. It was my first time. I like the atmosphere there, dim-light, especially to be seated under a fake tree. The whole place was designed like a wet market, selling sea food, pasta, hot creamy soup, beverages and desserts in different stalls. Everything is self-service there. They will record everything down on your card and made payment before you leave. The food is alright but their grilled chicken chop is the best, together with apple sauce and black pepper sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111951983188453167?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111951983188453167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111951983188453167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111951983188453167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111951983188453167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/village.html' title='The Village'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111907013288687070</id><published>2005-06-18T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:48:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm begining to hate Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm begining to hate Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111907013288687070?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111907013288687070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111907013288687070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111907013288687070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111907013288687070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-begining-to-hate-saturday.html' title='I&apos;m begining to hate Saturday'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111922744784839980</id><published>2005-06-17T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:05:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First interview to a first-time interviewee is very important. So it's good to be puncture, dressed smartly and well-prepared to leave a good impression. Well, I cannot fulfil these simple requirements though. Because I'm a road idiot, I don't know how the hell to go to the interview place, so I decided to meet ML for she claimed she went there before. NE-Line were crowded with people&lt;em&gt;(People Mountain People Sea)&lt;/em&gt; because it was peak hour for working people to travel to work. On the train journey, I had to stand with little space and squeezy with people around me. I felt nauseous in me. When the door finally opened, a sudden dizziness attacked my brain which increase the nauseous feeling. I hold my breathe and walked quickly to one of the waiting seats for a rest. The dizzy feeling was gone but I have wobbly legs, in fact the whole body. After some rest, it time for me to catch up with the next train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was supposed to be interviewed by 9.40am, ended up ML was late and worst still, we couldn't find the exact location! Seeing every minute passby makes my nerve even tighter. To make things worst, another lady claiming that she was from so and so company and have received my resume and keep bothering me with what the jobs scope was, when to start work etc etc etc, while I was trying to complete my application form. After numerous calls and asking, we the 3 slowcoach finally found our way to Income HQ. I really can't stand the laugh I had to suppress when ML said "N-T-U-C-INCOME" in stagato to the security guard when he asked what we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After we have completed the form, we were asked to take a test on the assigned machine. I thought it was going to be some .NET questions, but it turned out to be some Personality test (just requires you to rank the word that describe yourself), followed by Typing test (System got error and it doesn't show out my accuracy) and IQ test (Maths, words associating and what numbers comes next?). LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was brought to the waiting corner right beside the Interview Room. I went in after being called by one of the interviewer, and, guess what? I didn't expect there were 4 of them loh! I was abit taken aback but managed to force out a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Oh, Hi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was still standing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recuit Officer: "Have you had your breakfast?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Ya ya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recuit Officer: "Are you ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Ya ya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I sad down and they asked me to intro myself. I was like Er..er..ah...hur....throughout the whole interview. I couldn't even say out properly what shit I had graduated from what diploma loh. I remembered telling them I will tend to get nervous during interview so as to make myself more comfortable. Blah blah blah and a couple of minutes past and I was out of the room. Phew! I saw ML waiting outside and approached her. When I was telling her whatever things that has happened the past few minutes, the recuit officer came and called her in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recuit Officer: "Oh, you two knew each other?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What the shit?! Die liao lah, like that he will employed me meh? So, I just stunt there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ML: "We've just met."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deng deng deng~ Die lah la. He confirmed won't believe us wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111922744784839980?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111922744784839980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111922744784839980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111922744784839980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111922744784839980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-first-interview.html' title='My First Interview'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111889502766884519</id><published>2005-06-16T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:38:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS, Dreams, dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I dream of me and my poly friends, most of us wearing wedding gowns, especially couples. Mr and Mrs Kam, me, little prince and others. LOL In the dreams we were in some sort of a building, a round one, seemed like my secondary school though. There is one person trying to take photos of the bride and bridegrooms but all of us keep running around, sort of playing catching. Then, they even asked "where is ronnie?" The camera view move to face outside where ronnie is, a blurrer view where he was trying to hide himself from the camera view from far away. I don't remember much after I've woken up. But little did I expect that I can still remember a few hours later and blog it here, for I don't at times. At least quite a happy dreams I've got. Normally, I have dreams that I can't remember or I can vividly, and that's when I got nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Action Dreams - I was holding a set of bow and arrow, those strong medal type that you saw in movies. The killer was holding some kind of multi-bullet rifle(I don't know what it is called), chasing after my life. I struggle while sometimes I tripped and fell. While I run, I kept turning back to see how close or far he is. He was there, though. A strong big build man wearing black leather jacket and cool sun glasses, resembles of Rambo. There was once that I turned back and finally shot him hard in the arms with my arrow. I ran and hide in a provision shop and told the auntie to keep quiet. I forgot how it end, but I got a shock from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Horror Dreams - I used to dream about it when I was young. My mum, my neighbour and me were climbing round flight of stairs in a HDB flat. We keep on climbing, panting and sweating non-stop. Out of a sudden, my neighbour was fell out of the building but she managed to hold onto the railings, yellling for help. We held out our hands wanted to pull her back but was too late. She fell and there was a loud Bom! We rushed down to see her body broken into 3 parts, then someone pull a piece of white cloth over the body. It really made me shivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Party Dreams - I was walking towards one of the chalet at East Coast held by my secondary school band members. As I walked nearer, LF and SKG are waving their hands to me, welcome sign. I guess I missed them and those days badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet Dreams - I found myself infront of the mirror, front hair combed back and tied, busy applying facial cream. I was at Little Prince's house, he was busy doing other things while I was preparing myself for the wedding the following day, I suppose. Another occasion where I was in my old house, someone asked me to the kitchen where there was a cake. Then, someone place a ring into my second last finger and that is when everyone cheers and applause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mentioned that I dream of Mrs Kam's pregnancy? Keke~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111889502766884519?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111889502766884519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111889502766884519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111889502766884519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111889502766884519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/dreams-dreams-dreams.html' title='DREAMS, Dreams, dreams'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111888791101140481</id><published>2005-06-15T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:11:51.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week, and I'll be out of here, too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been long since I have the thought of taking the last picture with the IPP mates before IPP end. I regretted not taking when I had the chance on the last day when everyone was called back for a last meeting. I know some have taken pictures on their last day, but I didn't. I know they will had their last meal together, but I didn't. Some have even prepared gift, souvenirs, chocolates for their supervisor an project team mates as a token of appreciation, but I didn't. I find it hard to click on the msn and say good-bye, and when I finally found the courage, it's gone. Not that I didn't do it, I will, of cause do the same when I leave, I have planned. But I don't know if I will be able to see them on my last day, cause they are too busy for me at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It will be a regret if I didn't do the things I wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111888791101140481?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111888791101140481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111888791101140481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111888791101140481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111888791101140481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-more-week-and-ill-be-out-of-here.html' title='One more week, and I&apos;ll be out of here, too'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111880686344764538</id><published>2005-06-14T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:46:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~||Sushi Hunt, Mm~mm~||~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 127px" height="222" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/sushi.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like sushi! That's why I specially take off when Mrs Kam asked me out for &lt;a href="http://www.sakaesushi.com.sg/"&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/a&gt; buffet lunch. Because it has been quite sometimes since my last visit, my stomach is now craving for sushi! Because only the two of us and somemore we are ladies leh, ladies stomach cannot fill up too much food wan. And because of that we ordered our favourite sushi first. Whenever I'm at Sakae, I wouldn't leave these items out from my order lists - Chawanmushi, Tako Yaki, Fried Tofu, Fried Maki, Fried Hotate, and my FAVOURITE Choka Kurooge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being a 27 outlets sushi company, they always displayed a frog logo as a welcome sign. I like the frog especially, so cute, just like me rite? (OK, I know I'm BHB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually should give thanks to Mrs Kam's mum because she was working there, I forgot to bring out my student card(because I have lost my student pass), and the non-student price will be $3 more. The server didn't allow me to be charged as a student rate, but at the end of our lunch, I was allowed to.(Maybe her mum helped, I suppose) Our last dish - Soft Shell Crab, served in a huge amount, larger than usual. LOL Told you the ladies have a small appetite rite, we couldn't finish the whole plate. The whole buffet lunch lasted 3 hours and we have occupied 2/3 of it, can you imagine? No no, not what you think, we didn't eat alot, we simply enjoy our food after the first round and sit there to wait for some food digestion before the second round starts. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the full long lunch, I was invited to lion house, opps, I mean Mrs Kam's house for a movie before I went to meet Little Prince. Mr Kam suggested to have dinner together at the same destination. To my horror, he suggested the Jap store among all. Because he wanted us to try out the food there. Mrs Kam and me definitely reject his suggestion. Mrs Kam chose other store while I was too full to consume anything. They were talking about the thought of opening their own Jap store. And he suggested that 1, 3, 5, I accompany Little Prince to eat at their store and 2, 4, 6, Little Prince accompany me to their store, Sunday - rest. What the~ We are sure going to puke with Jap rice and noodles from Monday to Saturday should we have follow his suggestion. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;While they were discussing about their business, I was thinking about my own dream cafe. Will I be able to fulfil? *Blink Blink Blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111880686344764538?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111880686344764538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111880686344764538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111880686344764538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111880686344764538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/sushi-hunt-mmmm.html' title='~||Sushi Hunt, Mm~mm~||~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111888945645304344</id><published>2005-06-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:37:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Motorola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promised to give him a call after a hot shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Connecting...Alerting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Halow? Wei? Halow?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other side: "..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After calling 5 6 times, and what I received was a no-response call. Being frustrated, I hanged up. Then, I called again after 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Connecting...Alerting...&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Halow? Wei? Halow?!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Waa... you bath so long arh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "What? I keep calling you and u picked up but dunwan reply mi! What the hell u want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Him: "Huh? got meh? But I nv ans any call leh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "I dunno lah! U dun believe go c how many received calls u've got."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Him: "Orh, my phone is auto-reply mode is on...So, I tink it will pick up calls when I'm charging phone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "What the hell?! Where got such things call auto reply want? It pick up for u for wad? Can't even tok!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;At that moment, I was really really very hot. So, don't blame me on my rudeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111888945645304344?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111888945645304344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111888945645304344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111888945645304344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111888945645304344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/stupid-motorola.html' title='Stupid Motorola'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111864244217501772</id><published>2005-06-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:53:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Its Show Time!~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="769" alt="The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/marvin.jpg" width="897" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A movie that I simply find it difficult to understand. LOL The only reason I wanted to watch because I want to see the robot - Marvin. This is a brief decription of Marvin's character:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="387" alt="Marvin's character" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/MarvinRobot.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 73px" height="129" alt="Madagascar" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/madagascar.jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice movie. Simple storyline with cute characters. Especially the part when Alex cannot control his hunger anymore and keep imagine his friends as steak. And the plotting penguins, digging underground, trying to get back to their natures. Lastly, the Lemurs, look like squirrels yet cute. EEeeee! Cuteeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="The Lemurs" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/lemurs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`~The Lemurs~`&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Plotting Penguins" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/plottingpenguins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`~The Plotting Penguins~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;The plotting Penguins realize the jig is up when they find themselves surrounded by the authorities in Grand Central Station in Dreamworks' Madagascar - 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't give much comments as 'for me to know, for you to find out', right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111864244217501772?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111864244217501772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111864244217501772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111864244217501772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111864244217501772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-show-time.html' title='~&quot;~Its Show Time!~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111828184147145183</id><published>2005-06-09T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:50:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Jokes Corner~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I received a note on my desk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi XT,&lt;br /&gt;Kindly made the changes as shown. Send the slide to boss &lt;strong&gt;for her to replace&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After amendment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Boss,&lt;br /&gt;This is the amended slide.&lt;br /&gt;XT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XT,&lt;br /&gt;Please replace into the ppt I forwarded this morning and send to all in the email list. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the... I thought she was suppose to do it? No wonder YS said Dua Bei Gong is very blur one.&lt;/span&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/8263845-111828184147145183?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111828184147145183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111828184147145183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111828184147145183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111828184147145183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/jokes-corner.html' title='~&quot;~Jokes Corner~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111855868692563292</id><published>2005-06-08T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T08:18:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Lazy sales gal~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking that other branches might have the toilet ash tray, I went to PS to check it out! Yeah! Check it out! Yo yo~ -_-" After explaining for a minute or so, the sales gal seems to form a big big question mark in her head while I was having a hard time trying to describe the ash tray look. Then, she finally said "Oh, those were quite old stocks, we don't have it here." Arghhhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I already knew somehow that there wouldn't be any stock but just to try my luck. So, I went back to heeren for that last and spoilt one. I went in, took that ash tray and place it at the counter. It was the sales gal who served me yesterday. Her mouth opened big big and look shocked. I think she didn't expect me to come back for the ash tray. So I said "I'm taking this." There is another guy beside her telling me he would like to check it out for me. The sales gal still told him there isn't any more stock for this. Ah hur! There he found a new one! Hee hee~ That sales gal got nothing to say and just be quiet at one corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you dare to cheat me hor! I'll be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111855868692563292?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111855868692563292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111855868692563292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111855868692563292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111855868692563292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/lazy-sales-gal.html' title='~&quot;~Lazy sales gal~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111855863472703748</id><published>2005-06-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:05:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Once in a while~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once in a while we will meet up to fill our stomach and update each other's life. So I always give them face, take off to meet. As usual, somebody will not turn up, they will not give face, but only once in a while mah~ I took off because the teacher inform those interested parties to attend a .NET one-day course before those interested parties can be selected by NTUC as a .NET programmer mah~ I was keen of cause, because of the pay, because got my friends company, because I just go there for fun. We didn't actually do all the practicals, because we did them before, because once in a while, lecturers asked us to go out chit-chat. We decided to leave at noon for some shoppings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the word &lt;em&gt;shopping &lt;/em&gt;goes into the ears of gals, they will get high eventually. It applys to me too. But only for short-term. When we really reached town, when we starts to get high, when I start to, for 10 minutes before falling back on hibernation mode. But, my eyes will gets widen if there is anything that can attract me. And that thing is shit. Yes, anything regarding shit. I didn't know why perhaps, maybe, because it all started from my pet phrase 'SHIT!' or 'You go eat SHIT!' or 'You this SHITTER!' ba. And this toilet ash tray that Little Prince and I have been looking for finally appear at my sight. The ash tray is designed with a squatting-type-toilet cover, a bear lying beside the edge of the toilet, there was even a hole there! Inside the tray there is a pile of shit?! OMG~ Damn cute loh, damn nice loh, damn suit my likings loh. But, my left brainy hesitate whether to present this gift on the 11th or on the 27th? While the right one suggest to buy it since I'm going to give him anyway. So, I requested a new one from the sales gal, but to my surprise, she told me No more! Eeeeuuu~ there, my heart goes to the bottom of the sea. I asked her, 'Do you have it in other outlets?' The answers was Don't think so. Eeeeuuu~ my heart stick to the sea floor this time. Nevermind, I'll not give up so easily, I shall go elsewhere find first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We walk walk, eat eat ice-cream, chat chat and its time for us to settle down. We chose to settle down at Cartel while waiting for those dilly-dally fellows. K brought her new bf tonight. He seems quiet and looked very very sian, didn't want to talk to us either. To my surprise, his expression turn out irritates the males. The whole dinner end up a bit awkward though, and I feel sorry for K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once in a while, we will go play pool, hands itched. Since the gals are joining too, and R just came, and I know I should give some time for Little Prince and R to have a round or two, while I prepared myself from receiving any home calls and scoldings for being home late. It was fun to have more friends joining. However, we used more of our mouth and ears to play instead of hands and eyes. 4 gals took turns play a round, when one is concentrating aiming, the rest are busy gossiping and updating the happenings among each others. Then, end up the one trying hard to concentrate, lose concentration to the noise polluted from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ended up I got home safely. No scolding. No naggings. No black black face. Heart can continuely to work smooth smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111855863472703748?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111855863472703748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111855863472703748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111855863472703748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111855863472703748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/once-in-while.html' title='~&quot;~Once in a while~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111855810158117709</id><published>2005-06-06T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:35:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The blur blur me~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Prince: "Help me deposit $50 into the bank."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 5 minutes ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Mm...where is the atm arh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Little Prince shake head, trying to hold back his laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;He briefly drew a layout of the atm location. I still unsure but I decided to give it a second try. I asked a auntie and she pointed out a direction outside the buildlng. There, I finally reached the machine - There was a paper that says 'Update passbook only'. Because I never update any passbook before, and I thought you will need to insert your card even just for updating a passbook. So, I insert the card and, What the~ the machine eaten up the card! OMG~ we called the help line but they said we can collect before 7pm. The clock shows 7.10pm. What the~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What to do~ Next day then collect loh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111855810158117709?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111855810158117709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111855810158117709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111855810158117709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111855810158117709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/blur-blur-me.html' title='~&quot;~The blur blur me~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111804173192967806</id><published>2005-06-04T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:08:51.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`|`|`Bad Day`|`|`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad day. Bad Day indeed. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111804173192967806?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111804173192967806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111804173192967806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111804173192967806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111804173192967806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-day.html' title='`|`|`Bad Day`|`|`'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111776312133473543</id><published>2005-06-02T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:52:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~||The Training Team Are Back||~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/ChickenTeam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The training team is finally back to their camp after 3 weeks of battle. They are back for a week's rest and preparing for the next battle.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, lunch break is the best time for the warriors to talk about the happenings and their complains during the battle, when the young can learn. We were really like a batch of soldiers, because the six of us were eating the same army food - Nasi Lemak. However, I don't really like the idea of having lunch with Dua Bei Gong, especially when she is sitting right infront of my sight. My OIC was usually the one speaking, and you can hear alot of comments, judgements, and experience from her. While everyone was sharing their experience, Dua Bei Gong asked if I was interested in staying on till july. I was like eh, ah, ehh~ Actually, seriously speaking, I don't mind staying, because the big warriors (trainers) will continue to train and train and train until the whole projects ends, and that will be till the end of this year or early next. Then, I can be the lazy soldier in the camp shake leg! Whahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we took a lift back. Everyone was talking to everyone. A bunch of monkeys filled up the lift first, the door was half closed when Dua Bei Gong out of a sudden pressed the button while still having conversation with another party. I was like What the- *Three thick lines running down from head* Thomas noticed that too, we can't stand the stupidity act and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our seating position was in a way that our back faced the outside when one can have a clear idea of what you are doing, we decide to place a Zhao Yao Jing. *Evil Laughs* We placed the cd right infront of my desk so that I can have plenty of time to pretent the &lt;em&gt;I-am-doing-work&lt;/em&gt; look should anyone passby. Because Pat was using her laptop so she can bend her body to cover the whole screen if anyone walk past. Actually I have another secret mirror before we adopt this trick - Find or make a dark-coloured screen window and open big big while you make your game window or whatever window you are working in a smaller view. Dark-coloured screens can definitely reflect clearly, even the face. *Evil Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I knocked off, I took a sip from my bottle and forgot to close it. Bom! Oh Shit! I took all tissues I've got and quickly wipe away the water to prevent any short circuit or electric shock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I must buy more life insurance. &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/8263845-111776312133473543?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111776312133473543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111776312133473543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111776312133473543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111776312133473543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/06/training-team-are-back.html' title='~||The Training Team Are Back||~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111749895430909179</id><published>2005-05-29T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T08:55:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Chong Boon Gang~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/friends.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eversince the day we parted, I always hope for another gatherings, &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;. But this &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt; finally came after 3 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. The Chong Boon Gang are back. The 4E2s. We finally decide to have a gathering because everyone has graduated, mostly, which means we are free now, and the guys are going to work for the government soon. Conincidentally, two of our friends have their bird day the following day, so this gathering is sort of a farewell party, as well as a &lt;em&gt;pre-bird-day&lt;/em&gt; celebrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because some of them &lt;em&gt;kb&lt;/em&gt; that go marina eat steamboat too far, and I don't mind of cos because I just had it on friday, so all of us compromise to the idea of going bugis for Swensen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were 14 of us, chatting like birds, laughing, photoing, gossippings and talkings about the happenings in school during our days. The atmosphere was good, for such a big gatherings. So, we bought a small Hagen Daz for that two bird to celebrate their &lt;em&gt;bird day&lt;/em&gt; at Espanade. Again, we rot there to chat, see outdoor performance. Perhaps, maybe, we will organise another gatherings at one of their house for some catching up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Farewell to all those going NS, Happy Bird-day to all those having bird-day the following day. Hope we will meet again. Farewell, Chong Booneers.&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/8263845-111749895430909179?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111749895430909179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111749895430909179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111749895430909179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111749895430909179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/chong-boon-gang.html' title='~&quot;~The Chong Boon Gang~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111734633203137822</id><published>2005-05-28T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:09:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Day We Give Pei Pei Away~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/wedding.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the day everyone waited anxiously has arrived. After a night of brainstorming and the hardship of preparing the things needed for &lt;em&gt;morning activities. *Evil Laughs* &lt;/em&gt;We thought we will have a minute or two to close our eye lits, but we didn't. What to do? Last minute work wad~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.15am - Here comes our sista Kiat, sista ML, sista Risk and our 1st-time cameraman Mr Ronald. *Clap clap* I quickly brief them the rules and procedures while JP was dolling up. I think I shouldn't wear that skirt. The string keep coming off and cause the skirt to slip off. ML and Kiat insist to pull me to the toilet for adjustment. I waited, while they adjust my skirt to the way they feel comfortable with. Up and down, up and down they adjust, sometimes nearly expose my &lt;em&gt;inner-clothing&lt;/em&gt; to them. And this adjustment spent 20 minutes of standing in the crampy little toilet with 4 hands touching me! (No matter what, thanks to ML and Kiat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.45am - The Bridegroom brings his brother gang arrived at Bride's doorstep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kai men hao bu hao~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"BU HAO!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything went smoothly until 9.15am. I was busy like shit, carrying the glasses with different juices and wash and delivery and back and wash and delivery for the whole event while the sistas carry on with the activities. The Bridegroom drinks with milk bottle while the rest with glasses. The bridegroom &lt;em&gt;guai guai&lt;/em&gt; drank everything given to him infront of the camera but the brothars pour everything on the neighbours' plants. But the special weapon was too strong for them, they don't take stout, but we won't let them off so easily. In the end, two brothars helped the bridegroom drank it. &lt;em&gt;*Evil Laughs*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the cutting pork meat ceremony finished, we came to the Bridegroom's house for Tea Ceremony. To see JP had her neck surrounded by dozens of golds and silvers like those indian bride. We took a rest, joked, dried swim, take photos etc etc etc. Finally, we went back again to the bride's house for another Tea Ceremony before everything ends. I was damn famished like hell, rushed to the kitchen for food. All the sistas went home for a rest while the couple went back to hotel and prepare for tonight's special moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.15pm - Everyone was formally dressed. Sista ML looked especially gorgeous tonight, with her semi-low-cut-front black dress with a shawl. Woohoo! Good figure sia~ *Saliva drips*. After all, it was the first time I saw the wedding album. B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L is all I can describe. Beautiful like a fairy lady. Mm~ mm~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.10pm - The dinner starts. We chat and joke and suan each other. Can't imagine if we didn't have RonCai the Joker of Jokers at our table, it'll turn dull I suppose. I shared some white wine with Little Prince. Following next was the cake-cutting and the &lt;em&gt;yam seng&lt;/em&gt; ceremony where the MC invites parents, relatives and friends for &lt;em&gt;Yammm Sengggg!! &lt;/em&gt;Over there, I had a little too much drink, because they always say I cannot survive within three glasses, so I wanted to prove them wrong. But after the champane and some white wine, I can somehow feel the hot air flowing through my body whenever I laugh too hard. A minute or so, I found myself more sleepy, I'm not tired, I had those &lt;em&gt;dunno-where-am-I&lt;/em&gt; feeling. Am I that lousy O_o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10.30pm - The dinner ended. We have some photo taking session with our buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 476px" height="731" alt="TheWedding" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/Final.jpg" width="527" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`~Photos taken from the Splinter's Night till the end of Wedding Ceremony~`&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sincerely blessed my beloved sista JP and her hubby all the best and happy marriage. &lt;em&gt;(We will all hope for your Man Yue Jiu SOON~)&lt;/em&gt;&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/8263845-111734633203137822?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111734633203137822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111734633203137822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111734633203137822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111734633203137822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-we-give-pei-pei-away.html' title='~&quot;~The Day We Give Pei Pei Away~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111741824934806312</id><published>2005-05-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:40:29.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Splinter's Night~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/witches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As planned, we meet and dinner at Marina South for steamboat. We choose Dragon Village, and we did not make the wrong choice. Dragon Village provide fresh frozen food and satisfactory services which only cost $11 per monkey (after bargin). They had their chicken wings marinated, there were also curry chicken, fried rice, noodles, even free ice-cream somemore etc etc etc. Mm... mm... fabulous meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But as not planned, Kiat did not come (Because we were late). Wilson did not come. Ronnie did not come. Kat did not come. ML did not stay over to help out. She &lt;em&gt;dua &lt;/em&gt;me! Because she was stuck at work with Aven and had rush down to meet us, and I see her tired face, &lt;em&gt;OK la, I let you off this time.&lt;/em&gt; I thought. After filling our stomach with food and some crappy jokes, and because Kat got her own cousin's wedding too, she meet us to pass JP her angbao and blessings. She was as usual so careless, we were as usual so mischievious, we stole and hide her handphone pouch in my pocket, forgotten. We took photos, chat, laugh and timeup, there she goes, without her pouch. What to do~ Next time then return loh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was getting dark. Time for us to go back. Time for us to start our planning and preparation. We did not sleep. Neither did her parents. We scratch hard, we think hard, we put our two little heads together to scratch and think. JP give me ideas that her to-be-hubby have helped to come out with the main topic -Sour, Sweet, Bitter, Hot- So, we cut, we make 4 boxes representing Suan` Tian` Ku` La` and 16 questions into these boxes and a piece of chinese-written rules. The rules goes - Pick and answer the questions in each box with the order of Suan` Tian` Ku` La`. If he pick the blank paper, he will have to choose either answer all questions or to accept punishment. *Evil laughs* Aiyo~ JP seems so happy while making those ingredients. Lion sure die die also get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Ultra Super Sensation Formula&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sour` = 3 big lemons + 6 small green lemons + water, blended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet` = 3/4 Hong Zhi centrarated milk + rock honey sugar + 15 spoons of sugar + water, boiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bitter` = one bitter gound + Ren Sen root boiled + small slices of lemon skin + water, boiled and blended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot` = small chillies, served while HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secret Weapon No. 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ABC Stout + Royal Stout + soda water + eggs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You dare drink, we dare let you in. 100% gurantee plus chop chop got sensation arh. Muahahahahaha!)&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/8263845-111741824934806312?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111741824934806312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111741824934806312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111741824934806312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111741824934806312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/splinters-night.html' title='~&quot;~The Splinter&apos;s Night~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111707496115274095</id><published>2005-05-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:38:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Truth Is Always Unbearable~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/band.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, it is good to meet up with one or two of your old friends once in a blue moon. (Mm...Why of all colours, why blue? Can't it be red moon, black moon, white moon, moon should be white what~ Okay, cut the crap) We knew each other in secondary school band, she, a euphonium player and I, a percussionist. A euphonium is a brass wind instrument similar to tuba but having somewhat higher pitch and a mellower sound. I have tried blowing that piece of brass in my mouth but it sounded like shit. Normally player who have thick lips will be more suitable for brass instruments. Whereas thin-lipped will be more suitable to play wood wind instruments. And when you blow, you need to blow with technique, tilt your lips for different pitch and use the muscles in your stomach to push the air out. So the more you train, your muscles in your stomach will start to develop and harden. Speaking of the brass section, reminds me of one disgusting fact. Have you ever wonder where their saliva goes? For those who didn't know, there is one little openings located at the lower part of the instrument. The longer you played, the more saliva there is. So the player uses their fingers to push open the cover and blow hard at the instrument to force all the saliva out. Normally after a practise or performance, the floor will be flooded with saliva. Disgusting isn't it? Unhygiene isn't it? I remembered there was once we have our stage performance combined with the dance and choir. One of my dancer friend asked me why is the floor so watery everytime after our performance. So I laughed and told her it is all their salivas. She immediately gave me those 'Eeee~' look and won't dare to step in the stage for their next performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what is a percussion? People would ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What CCA did you join?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Band." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What instruments?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Percussion." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;During a band performance you will notice that there is one group of people standing behind playing triangle, tambourine, mallets, drumset and even timpani. They are the percussionists. Truely, if I'm not a band member, percussionist or just someone who know nothing about music, I would think that the percussion is the most useless, unattractive group. Sometimes only a small part of the group is needed for a piece of music. Normally the drumset played the most important role in a piece. So the rest of the group prepare to sit there and dream. However, every instruments, regardless of small or big, will be able to be a hero one day. I have tried all instruments in the percussion before, but normally in a competition, I'm in-charge of tambourine and snare drum, and I like because there is alot of beats and rythm in a competition piece. However, one must trained hard for good results. And usually the truth is, you played well, you get praised, you played lousy, you're going to get it from the conductor. It is that practical, that bad. (Shall be continued some other days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I've been acting guai guai sitting in the office, shake leg! Whahaha~ Song ar! Because most of our training team members has gone for training and I'm the only one left at my place. So, I browse websites, blogs, chat on msn, shake leg, blah blah blah to past the time. Then, I was talking to L and asked her out for a drink after work. Instead, I was invited to her house for dinner. I feel paiseh because her mum insist to cook my share. So touched wor~ L was making her new jizsaw that she bought recently and ask me to join in. Wa lau~ That was the piece I'm aiming to get loh! (A band picture with small characters inside doing different things) Arghhh~~~~ So DAMN jealous. I promised I'll get it some other day. It was fun that we can chat while solving the puzzle. I like to go her house because guests are treated warmly, her mum likes me too. And so I always got to share L's happenings at home. Story: -Because this morning dad said he actually wanted to boil some eggs for my breakfast, ended up the eggs was half cooked. So he tried to heat them up in a microwave. BOMB! There goes the eggs. And he still asked me why like that?- So I told L this story hoping that she will give me a reason why the eggs goes BOMB, because I also don't know why. But she just can't stop laughing and said "Why your dad is also another gong gong fellow like you? No wonder in a family." Arghhhh~~~~~ *Bitting teeth* Because she said that, I can imagine she is going to laugh like hell if I were to tell her that I also don't know why, so I decided not to say as to save some face. Hmmph! Her mum cooked chicken wings, Ju Cai fried egg, Bai Cai fried chicken breasts and a specially marinated dorry fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, I meet Little Prince to ML house for his camera. We thought we can visit her house as she upload those photos, but she seemed relunctant to let us in, so she asked us to wait downstair. As usual, I wasn't going to listen to her crap and decided to follow her. I followed her into the lift and up to the 11th. She still gave me that relunctant look, so I lied to her that I'll go down, and I saw her walking down the stairs. I followed and reached the 10th. I stopped and turn to my right because I heard a door closing sound. But as I walked to the door, I saw a woman outside the door and a man inside the house closing the door. How strange. I &lt;em&gt;bio bio&lt;/em&gt; here and there but didn't see her figure. So, I thought maybe I made a mistake, I thought it could at the 12th so I move my ass, &lt;em&gt;bio bio&lt;/em&gt; here and there, NO ONE! Oh gosh! I've lost her! Sianz~ Kinda disappointed and useless that I can get lost following people in a HDB flat. Hai, what to do~ So, I went downstairs again to look for Little Prince. Soon, ML came down and she say she was living in the 10th. So, I was right in the first move. ML was nice, really bought us a gift from Thai, a frog display with candle in it though. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ML, where is my frog porridge?&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/8263845-111707496115274095?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111707496115274095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111707496115274095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111707496115274095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111707496115274095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/truth-is-always-unbearable.html' title='~&quot;~The Truth Is Always Unbearable~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111692357066049349</id><published>2005-05-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:06:39.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~PMS will ruin my day?~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone has worries, no matter how big or how small. Worries will eventually lead to problems, or we can say worrying is equivalent to problems. Worries will lead to stress, and to de-stress, people tend to find solutions to problems. Since JP wedding is getting nearer, each and everyone will have worries about what to wear on that day, what should be the budget, how much should they put in the red packet, etc etc etc...As for us, our clothing problems has been settled, except that whether Little Prince would like to get a new pair of leather shoes. And so we decided to have a look at Toa Payo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been such a long long long long very long long time since I last came here. Don't know with who, don't know for what, don't know till what time. So, we the two silly fellow walk walk, here see see there, eat eat talk talk for the whole afternoon, also don't know for what. After exploring the whole Toa Payo centre, we finally came to Toa Payo library. We were looking for Origami books but as we look look see see everywhere also can't find, so we decided to use the library system. There were 4 machine in that level, one of them, mouse spoilt, the others are occupied. Damn !@#$% So we went back to the shelve for a second look. Uh-HUH! It was there, and it prove that we have cock eyes. -_-" The moment we sat down and flip through the first page, Ding ding dong dong~ "Please borrow your books &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt; as we are closing in 15 minutes time. Thank you." Damn !@#$%  So, we move our butt relunctantly and read it somewhere outside. Forgot today is Vesak Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems like now the most hot most sellable cd is the Rat Love Big Rice song. The whole Toa Payo central, everywhere was playing it. Play play play until Little Prince really can't stand it, play until my mind is full of that song. When the same song continuously playing in my head, what I will do is I sing along or hum the tune, which makes Little Prince can't stand me. LOL But I was wondering that there should be more than one songs in the album but why they keep repeating the same song? And, I got the answer from LBT that there are 9 remix of that song in the cd. WA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what are my worries? Because I thought I have settled everything that I need. I was wrong. Because I do have got big problems. Big worries. Because, because and because, 'that' thing hasn't come, and I began to worry - What if it comes on 'that' day? Die! Sure gonna affect my mood, my day, and as a results, I'm going to have a moody day! OMG~ *Pray hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111692357066049349?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111692357066049349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111692357066049349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111692357066049349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111692357066049349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/pms-will-ruin-my-day.html' title='~&quot;~PMS will ruin my day?~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111698302318015636</id><published>2005-05-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:18:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Its all Bye-bye RingTone's fault!~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/phone.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was trying to figure out the right way of making the card, JP message me that Kat wanted to meet us at town area on friday night. So, I called Kat to settle the matter, telling us where and when we actually decided to meet blah blah blah... Then, in the middle of the conversation, she asked me to call her bf's number because hers was having a low-batt status. SO, I called and I heard some music - Hmmph? Engaged? I pressed Flash and Redial button. The same music I heard again. Hmmph! Still engaged! So I repeat the pressing buttons step and again, the same music sounded. O_o? I was wondering why it engaged if she wants me to call at that moment? Upon curiosity, I called Kat phone again though I know her phone is having a low-batt session but she hanged up. So, I called her bf phone again, and this time before the line gets through, the light bulb in my brain suddenly works. Its the bye-bye ringtone la! So, I let it rings longer and true enough someone pick up. The most embarassed situation was when Kat told me that her bf ask whether she had a 'sua ku' friend before I can tell her that I realised my mistake. -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear to hell I shall never call his phone again or I shall never make this mistake again. But, who ask him to use a bye-bye ringtone?&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/8263845-111698302318015636?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111698302318015636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111698302318015636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111698302318015636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111698302318015636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-all-bye-bye-ringtones-fault.html' title='~&quot;~Its all Bye-bye RingTone&apos;s fault!~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111692218096624954</id><published>2005-05-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:30:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Stupid Cricket~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/cricket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been quite some time since the last time I go Jin Men Hui Guan for some religion lesson. When I was young, mum will bring me and brother to that place for the so-called 'Kai Fa Hui'. As usual, I will fall asleep before lesson, during lesson, and after lesson. Not because the lesson they conduct is boring that cause me to doze off, is... I also don't know why, the naughty sleepy bug will be by my side whenever my butt start to stick on the chair. =P Today lesson was interesting. Interesting because the speaker had a LOUD voice. Secondly, he can joke in the lesson. Thirdly, he had a method of teaching that made us easy to absorb what he says. Normally, this kind of person attracts audience attention. Everyone laughs under his control - the way his speaks, the way he made people laughs, the way he made the lesson interesting, the way he delivers the contents, and the way he deliver his LOUD voice. But, sad to say, I still fall asleep. Perhaps, maybe, I was borned with this kind of abilities - Sleep during lessons. =P But I did absorb some of what he says. Like he went aboard with a group of buddhist followers to this place where devoted christians built this big church for 760 years! Wao! So BIG until you will give a damn 'WAO' when you lifted your head up and swing your head from left to right and right to left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After lesson, I think it was still early, I went out with the group of friends that I have known in this 'Fo Tang' to Bugis for a drink. Again, we drink drink, chat chat, laugh laugh, walk walk, stroll stroll, see see, look look, and some window shopping. After the so-called drink drink, chat chat, laugh laugh, walk walk, stroll stroll, see see, look look, and some window shopping, I left the group for my grandpa house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. Today was Ah Gong's birthday. Today was also Little Prince's cousin's birthday. So many birthdays. So, he went for his birthday and I went for my birthday. When I reached there, they had already finished their dinner though they save some food for me. But there was no cake. Perhaps, maybe, we're celebrating in the house this time, else we would choose to eat outside. As usual, those three kids can't stop fooling and playing around in the house. The big one, ZL will make sure his butt is stick firmly to the chair and his eyes staring hard on his PC playing GunBound. What is so fun about that? I already got bored after a few weeks of that. The second one, XH will always laugh, or hang a smile on her face the whole day. She will pull me to play with her babie dolls, chat, or go downstairs for roller blading. This time, the moment I step in, I heard Cindy's Honey. She was playing her MTV this time, this song, which I have heard millions and billions of it in my office. I know she like it but can't she just stop playing for awhile? So, this songs continues to play from morning till night. Arghhhh~~~~~~ Then, not to mention, this third one, ZX, was another mischievious one. Recently they owned 2 hamsters. And the way I see how he treated them, my heart ached. Put them in a red box without any openings for sometimes. Put them in their play-tube, when one of them came up to the mouth of the opening, he placed this rubbery bouncy ball at the opening and strike it hard using his fingers. Or even worst, my dad saw him playing with it and keep dropping it on the floor, where there was once, the hamster was motionless for a moment. I even heard that they had already caused one to hell and this was the new one that his mum bought to accompany the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; Arghhhhh~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;At night, I find myself can't fall asleep because my house came an unwanted guest, 'Bu Shu Zhi Ke'. Wa Piang~ Got this stupid noisy cricket hidding somewhere in the toilet keep making chirping noises non-stop. Whenever I open the toilet lights, it stop chirping, and I simply just can't find its hidding place. So, I let it be, let it chirp, while I force myself to start a game with Zhou Gong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh~ Hmph! What a big headache!&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/8263845-111692218096624954?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111692218096624954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111692218096624954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111692218096624954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111692218096624954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/stupid-cricket.html' title='~&quot;~Stupid Cricket~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111689806845904756</id><published>2005-05-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:46:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Couples Outing~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As planned a week ago, the couples, Leong &amp; Ray, Ling &amp;amp; Ed, Me &amp; Little Prince, decided to have a dinner for the first time. It look rather awkward, for we have not been out with our bfs before, and we're sure the boys won't be the chatty birds. So, Ling said she prepared alot of Jokes &amp;amp; Riddles (Qian Bian Wen Da Ti) for them. But it turned that Ed was sick the day before - puked, as a results, Ling have to spend her weekend staying home while Ed in his own nest. Saded. Because without the presence of that two jokers, the dinner would be less fun, I supposed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before meeting the rest, we have our lunch at bugis - Simply Thai. I can say it is nice. Unique. Delicious. Suit our taste buds, but not our pockets. $7.50 per meal, which include a plate of 3 small kuey and a Thai Ice Tea. The tea was nice, but not for Little Prince. Though the food they served seemed little, I was totally full with only half the plate finished - I have a small stomach. There was this bridal dress display in the middle of the street that caught my attention. Khaki-coloured, paper-like material, with some glitter and beads sowed on it, very unique, and I kind of admire the designer of this dress. Can really imagine the look whom a bride is to wear it. Not everyone would like it, I supposed. But, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After meal, we stroll through Bugis Village and bought Little Prince a black formal shirt for the following Saturday events and JJ's new album&lt;br /&gt;'Bian Hao 89757' which cost only $6.90. Stroll stroll and walk walk, see see and talk talk, we finally arrived at China Town when it is time to meet Leong &amp; Ray for frog porridge. We didn't expect the place to be so clean, as in no one upstairs. Perhaps because it was raining before we reached. As expected, without Ling &amp;amp; Ed, the whole conversation was only held by me and Leong, rather awkward when the guys are SO quiet. After filling our stomach with dozens of froggy's legs, we had nothing better to do except to walk walk stroll stroll all around China Town. We saw another JJ's CD which cost only $5!!! Dammit! So bloody cheap sia~ Finally we stroll stroll and walk walk till the 'Tong Heng' where Little Prince wanted to get some egg tarts back for his mum. Leong was considering to get some. Meanwhile, a woman with two huge-tall looking Angmos that looked like bodyguards came in. There were only 8 tarts left in the window display when the woman requested for 30 plus of them plus those in the display before Leong could ask for 3 of them. The lady insisted on getting all of them as she claimed she requested first. Leong insisted that she came first but not yet make orders. Hmph~ We have put the two aunties in difficult position. So the aunties told the lady to wait for another ten minutes before the next tray to be ready and since we all came first, she should let us have it. The lady then agreed reluctantly but we heard she told the Angmos that they need to wait for another 20 minutes. What the~ I wonder if she has any hearing problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the night is falling, because Little Prince wants to go home catch his soccer, because I got curfew, so its time for the four of us to say bye-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111689806845904756?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111689806845904756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111689806845904756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111689806845904756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111689806845904756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/couples-outing.html' title='~&quot;~The Couples Outing~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111658175608354075</id><published>2005-05-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:35:56.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Printing isn't an easy job~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/printer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the chinese saying goes 'Zi Ye Shi Bu Fen Gui Jian De', can be quite true. Be it you are a floor sweeper, toilet cleaner, rubbish collector, billionnaire businessman - How is the world going to survive if no ones is going to sweep the floor, clean the shit stucking in the toilet bow, collect the rubbish from every HDB estate or businessman to do business? Everyone is this world are equally important. And this rule apply to the job too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because my job has almost completed, boss wants me to help out my colleagues in the printing cum binding job. Is isn't an easy job I'm telling you. Although the machine is intelligent enough to do the printing fast and remember every page that it prints for the next few copies, it likes to jam I'm telling you. When it jamed, I will panick, because someone else is waiting for the printer, because I don't know what is wrong with the printer, I have to ask my colleagues for help. While the printer is printing, I have to do those bindings with those fresh stack of papers coming out from the hot oven. Hot papers will cut your hands I'm telling you. Binding isn't any easy job either. Since I have yet to do any binding job, I do it slowly and nicely so that every page is in place. But as I start to use to the job, I speed. In the end, I spoilt the holes of one stack, which I had to reprint those spoilt ones for replacement. After everything is done, we have to delivery the 16 stacks to boss table. The whole process can be a tiring job I can tell you. Imagine my colleagues are doing this everyday, I can count myself as the lucky one. Imagine we will be leaving this project team in one month time, who is going to do those shit? Boss is definitely not the one for she only knows how to be a 'Dua Bei Gong'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is why I'm telling you that everyone and every job are equally important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111658175608354075?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111658175608354075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111658175608354075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111658175608354075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111658175608354075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/printing-isnt-easy-job.html' title='~&quot;~Printing isn&apos;t an easy job~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111654989772734122</id><published>2005-05-20T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:00:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Things Around Us, Around Me II~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A sense of tiredness formed around my eyes. Was that because of work? No. Definitely not. Because we (ML, JP, KL, Little Prince and SaltedCoffee) have a small bitching session(phone conference) last night which last for 3 hours 15 minutes. Wao~ Really can't imagine that we the 'ladies' can bitch for so long. LOL Talking about JP's wedding, I haven't get to see her 3 photo albums and I'm the last one to see! Dammit! We made suggestions on having a striptease for JP, but that wouldn't be possible because we're chicken-hearted! In the end, we bitch about having next week's upcoming events - The Spinster Night. Because many of our gang members will not be able to make it on JP's wedding, we decided to hold a spinter dinner for everyone to join. Hai, don't even dare to think of the outcome actually, because normally what we organise, ended up only the 'organisers' turn up. Such a failure. LOL Anyway we have yet to inform everyone about the venu and time to gather, we shall see what's the ending. In our conversation, as usual, ML is always the 'suan to death' ones. The host will be someone(Little Prince) with free incoming calls, with the capabilities of shooting billions of questions at everyone. JP as usual will turn out to be the audience, the host will shoot alot at KL, bitching about her private life. Me? I will be the second audience but with some comments at the right timing (usually wrong frequency). Hehe. Mm~ Can't imagine ML looks on the wedding night. Because everyone was tired, because I still have to work the next morning, because KL have the habit of sleeping before twelve, because Little Prince have advance theory test tomorrow morning, we have to end the conversation. But before everyone go, the host still make sure that he heard everyone's good luck wishes before letting them go lala land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Luck, Little Prince. You can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111654989772734122?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111654989772734122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111654989772734122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111654989772734122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111654989772734122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-around-us-around-me-ii.html' title='~&quot;~Things Around Us, Around Me II~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111646383504849274</id><published>2005-05-19T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:06:06.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Things Around Us, Around Me~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, mum just had my passbook updated. She showed me asking why and when did I spend a $504.05 on the 15th of May. O_o? A big big question mark formed in my head. I made a thorough verification on it and found that the transaction was made on the same day as I got my pay. It can't be! As I remembered clearly that I got my pay on the 30th of April instead of May. Furthermore, how the hell would I withdraw or spend such a lump sum of money? If I had withdraw it, how the hell would someone withdraw a figure with 4.05? That is definitely impossible. So I made another thorough research on it. There was a 3 letter alphabate 'CSL' beside the date of transaction. I flipped to the last page of the passbook and check on the meaning. It says 'Consolidated Amount for Unposted Transactions'. What the hell~ does it means? I 'm not sure what was it talking about so I asked my mum to consult the person-in-charge the next day. She came back with a list full of transactions between 2nd Apr to 14th May. Wa Piang~ Now I know what it means by CSL. Besides clearing of misunderstanding, I had this small small discovery made. I have spent 500 bucks for the past one and half month despite having my pay banked. That would be a spending that amount for 6 weeks/42 days and that will be $84.0083333333 per week. Wao! I think, I've made a loss. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The day of marrying JP off was only a week away. We, the bitchy gals have been discussing about it sometimes, in msn, sms or shopping trips, and JP seemed troubled by the sitting arrangements for the dinner. Sad to say, some people may not turn up, some may not turn up on the very last minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning on the way to work, I was listening to some radio station. There was these 3 fellows gossiping about some happenings. They bitch about Su You Peng, one of the celebrity cum singer cum actor. He was famous during a period when he was filming Huan Zhu Ge Ge. He said this to the security guard or something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Su You Peng."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Please show me your entry pass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm singer Su You Peng~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Please show me your entry pass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm Su You Peng, Wu Ah Ge!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Please show me your entry pass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-_-"... Because dad had already reached the entrance where he should drop me, I didn't get to listen to the whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111646383504849274?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111646383504849274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111646383504849274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111646383504849274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111646383504849274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-around-us-around-me.html' title='~&quot;~The Things Around Us, Around Me~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111586692425921031</id><published>2005-05-12T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:13:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~System broke down~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/pc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 3 years of study, after staying healthy and maintaining my body condition for 3 years, after and after and after~ Just like a PC operating for 3 years when all the germs, bacteria, virus and diseases accumulated from the past 3 years and start to invade the system at one shot. Can you believe it when I tell you I curse myself to get sick so that I can take leave and it came true the next day? LOL Didn't know that my mouth can be so accurate, buy 4-D also won't strike LA(although I didn't buy)~ Actually I fall sick 2 days ago. But I went home and look a rest and I can feel my body recovered 90% so I thought I could save some doctors' fee. Unfortunately, it became worst after work yesterday and I thought I could celebrate with Little Prince. Sigh~ It turned out to be a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today Meiling is making her trip to Thail, and the 4 gals gang plus Little Prince meet up for a small shopping. Actually I have the intension of seeing her off to the airport but I changed my mind because everyone seems reluctant, because I wasn't feeling well and because yesterday was the 11th. After their small shopping, Little Prince handed me 4 little presents wrapped by those brown-thick-rough wrappers from Ikea. Because I was named "Frog" by my whole bunch of monkeys-like poly classmates, anything that is related to frog and green-coloured items will be related to me. This was the present that I received: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 95px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="846" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/legs.jpg" width="830" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 80px" height="699" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/head.jpg" width="1130" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 106px" height="882" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/cover.jpg" width="1067" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 76px; HEIGHT: 65px" height="504" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/spoon.jpg" width="875" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="830" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/body.jpg" width="707" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The super almighty Froggy combination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was running high fever of 38.5°C when the nurse gave me a small check on my temperature. Because of that, I was given a mask before I visit the doctor. The doctor gave me pink, blue, white plus a green bottle of medicine which cost me 25 bucks. Doctor "If your fever still running on friday morning, please come and see me again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coincidentally, my dad were also in sick-mode the day before me, and we started to discuss everything about our illness. We compared our symptoms, our medicines, the cost etc. LOL. His medicine was one buck cheaper than mine despite that the medicines are all same except for one packet. The doctor gave me 2-days MC but he only given one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think, I will be treated like a Sars patient if my condition worsen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;All thanks to my curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111586692425921031?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111586692425921031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111586692425921031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111586692425921031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111586692425921031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/system-broke-down.html' title='~&quot;~System broke down~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111568468666470358</id><published>2005-05-09T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T08:44:32.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~First Day of Training~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally of all the hard work, everyone in the training team has been waiting for the training to start. Today is the first day day training. Everyone was busy conducting lessons in Latte room and PCC. While I stay in the office creating form templates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to have lunch with Pat and Thomas because I was lazy to go out and I thought I should accompany my colleges once in a while. Having lunch with them is not a bad idea. I can learn more things about the training, the problems encountered, as well as some complainings at work, at people. They named Boss as 'Dua Bei Gong'. LOL At first, I was wondering why of all names named her 'Dua Bei Gong' - because she sits there like a statue (that sort of meanings), only do small task while the subordinates are assigned critical ones. When the lights shone on Alex, they say he is another 'Dua Bei Gong'. What they claimed is you can only see him start firing instructions at you when someone with higher ranks is around, otherwise back to hibernation. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although Pat was about 10 years older than me, I find no problems communicating with her. Perhaps she have more experience in being a human on earth longer than I am. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111568468666470358?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111568468666470358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111568468666470358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111568468666470358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111568468666470358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-day-of-training.html' title='~&quot;~First Day of Training~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111553559497581037</id><published>2005-05-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T08:12:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~My Bird Day~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Bread Talks' Tea Garden" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/teagarden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eversince my 1st bird day to now, I never make any wishes during the cutting cake ceremony. Even if I do also just for show only haha. But today I made 3!But I suppose bird day wishes are meant for the bird day gal (me) to know only right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;First time in my life spending my bird day with my boyfriend. Though I still hope that my friends can celebrate with my together. Quite an eventful day indeed. But everytime before I blog anything, he always blogged earlier than me. So, all the things I wanted to say is already in his blog. LOL So, I think I just need to add on the event description. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fistly, all the things he planned or the presents he bought is already under my expectations. Whahaha~ You wonder why? Because I hinted him ma! So, he felt no surprise when I told him the flavour of cake was green tea before I open it. Actually I always wanted to try the BreadTalk Green Tea flavour because it was nicely decorated and I have not tried before. Inside consists of some cream and red beans but I tasted not much of green tea flavour! Rather disappointed because I expect it to taste delicious. Little Prince looked cute when he sratch his head as I lied to him that he got the wrong pair design for my present. LOL. But what makes me curious was why he got me a 6 blue roses? O_o? I asked him and he only said "Liu Liu Da Shun". -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to PS for Kingdom of Heaven. It was a nice show but violence, bloody. I didn't know that Little Prince wanted to watch it so much. Little Prince "I like those Da da sa sa movies". But I just can't stop myself from starring over at the army where the smell of sweat keep mixing with the oxygen I breathe in. But I was thinking wouldn't it made the show more realistic when that smell came in at the right scene of the movie? -_-" LOL. Perhaps next time the movie industry would like to consider my idea of letting of smells in between the movies, be it flowers fragant, smell of rats or bloody smells of corpse. After movie, I made a mess of his business shirt that he had to go toilet and clean it. =P That was when I noticed there was a shop called "Made with Love" beside the gents. It was a shop that sell those materials for creating cards, scrapbooks etc. I was attracted to their scrapbooks, some of which thy made it for customers. They don't provide services to create scrapbooks for customers because the type of designs or colors they provide might not meet customers needs, hence, they encourage customers to build their own. Their scrapbooks are sort of photo albums that have different designs, cutting, colors, themes for different pages depend on the photo contents. I was so engrossed because I like to design and make cards, just that I don't have those materials I need. I know where to satisfy my needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only event that I didn't guess correctly was the Jerry's restaurant at Jalan Kayu because I've never been to there. (Only for Roti Prata) Ended up having a 'meat' dinner that makes me feel like shitting after that. *Promise to upload those dishes picture when I found my camera -_-*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There you are, I found the camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="987" alt="My 20th 'Bird' day cake" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/GreenTeaCake1.jpg" width="1109" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~"~My smashed Tea Garden~"~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="656" alt="Jerry's Roasted Chicken" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/RoastedChicken.jpg" width="1302" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;~"~Little Prince's Roasted Chicken~"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="771" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/PorkRibs.jpg" width="1090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~"~My Pork Ribs~"~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 106px" height="353" alt="Smoked Mushrooms" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/Mushroom.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;~"~Smoked Mushrooms~"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 139px" height="594" alt="Buffered Wings" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/BufferedWings.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;~"~Buffered Wings~"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went home early to release my pain and waiting my brother to be back for another cutting-cake ceremony. Because I have celebrate with my Little Prince, because I was too engrossed in the Channel 8 movie, because my dad was not feeling well having a big flu and because my brother was not home until 11.50pm, and Because I think I suppose he just had a fight with his gf, because his face was so long and black, my cutting-cake ceremony ended up celebrating it with my mum only. Weird because my mum help me take photos while I cake the cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevermind, because I've my Little Prince celebrated with me =)&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/8263845-111553559497581037?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111553559497581037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111553559497581037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111553559497581037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111553559497581037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-bird-day.html' title='~&quot;~My Bird Day~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111534266199886979</id><published>2005-05-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:57:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Undergarments~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/undergarments.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like never seen a wedding invitation card before, I opened it when I reached home. I have got a strange habit, I will label that day's date on the things that are meaning to me. So after staring for quite awhile, studying careful all the wordings, especially - 'Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Kam'. First time received a wedding invitation card so I've to note down the date, kinda touched. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I went to meet them &lt;strike&gt;after work&lt;/strike&gt; after an early work for late lunch. Ended up everyone already have their stomach filled except me and Little Prince. So, we proceed with our lunch while the 4 other ladies check &lt;strike&gt;shopping&lt;/strike&gt; things out at orchard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon after lunch, we joined the rest at orchard, lazying around, taking some photos, chit-chatting and deciding on where to settle our dinner. Dex and Jas's bf joined us for dinner at Sakura. Well, what I can say is, though Sakura's food is delicious, cannot compared to Soup Restaurant's. Because there the food is unique, something special compared to other restaurant and of cause delicious, whereas Sakura's variety are quite common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just can't starring at the white paper bag that Jas is carrying around. Especially when her bf is here, she asked Little Prince to carry for her. Woman are sensitive creature. I did wonder if that was for my because my bird day was round the corner. But I was curious on her behaviour and the things in the bag, I thought it was a dress or blouse or something. But to my 1st surprise, she asked Little Prince to pass her the paper bag, then slowly to me, and said 'Happy Birthday'. To my 2nd surprise, the present was a set of undergarment. -_-" To my 3rd surprise, Jas said and I noted ''Actually, we wanted to buy another set. You know when 'Big Aunty' comes, the material will prevent 'that thing' to stain the outer layer." I really can't stop myself from being laughing and embarassed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;No wonder he kept mentioning the 'bras'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111534266199886979?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111534266199886979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111534266199886979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111534266199886979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111534266199886979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/undergarments.html' title='~&quot;~The Undergarments~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111504178921194988</id><published>2005-04-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:06:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Killing Me Softly~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/KillingMeSoftly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I've just finished reading this book by Nicci French which Little Prince reccommended me. It is a story about Alice Loudon, a research scientist living in London, drops her comfortable but ordinary relationship with her boyfriend and begins a obsessive affair with a mysterious and good-looking mountaineer, Adam Tallis. Everything begins when she first set eyes on Adam Tallis across the road. Nevertheless, she decides to be with Adam though she knew nothing about his past. The mystery starts when she gathered more and more information about his past, all the things he did and those prank calls and notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personal Comments: I find that this story is quite ridiculous as in the part when Alice met on Adam on the road. It is ridiculous that she could break off with her boyfriend just because of a guy met on the road. Futhermore, involved in a series of mystery that made her relationship and the whole story more complicated, confused but even more thrilling to find out more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, I decided to borrow another novel by Nicci French(Think I shall not reveal what book I borrow until I finish =P). This morning Little Prince make me a breakfast, and this time with egg plus bacon. Then I got a half day work before I meet Little Prince again to Sengkang Library for some self-study.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Prince told me that this story has been film into a movie. Below is the song and lyrics that I've found on the net. (Does not gurantee the song is from the movie)&lt;br /&gt;Songs: &lt;a href="http://users.cis.net/sammy/rflack.htm"&gt;http://users.cis.net/sammy/rflack.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Killing Me Softly With His Song&lt;br /&gt;(Roberta Flack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Singing my life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;br /&gt;Telling my whole life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.&lt;br /&gt;And so I came to see him to listen for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Singing my life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Telling my whole life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Singing my life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Telling my whole life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.&lt;br /&gt;And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Singing my life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Telling my whole life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song,&lt;br /&gt;Telling my whole life with his words,&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song ...&lt;br /&gt;With his song ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter what, Fiction are meant to be exagerated.&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/8263845-111504178921194988?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111504178921194988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111504178921194988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111504178921194988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111504178921194988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/killing-me-softly.html' title='~&quot;~Killing Me Softly~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111466207018632441</id><published>2005-04-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:18:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Busy day~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pew! Finally finished everything. Actually planning to leave on time for some revision and preparation for friday's IBM mock test. 800++ pages! OMG! Going crazy liao~ Just as I were doing my stuff, my boss seemed to be hunting around for people to collect her "junk". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boss: "Erm..Xiao Tian, can you help me update these log files to JIRA? Thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG~ not me again. So she throw me 2 huge stack of junk and leave. Sigh~ I still got to go down PCC with Pat to solve the stupid PDF problem. On the way there, Pat asked me "Are you married?" I was damn damn stunned. I said "Of course not! What makes you think that?" She said because she the ring on my finger look kinda like those wedding rings. -_-" I was wondering that moment 'Am I getting old?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the time we came back is already 2+pm and I saw another 2 more junks on my desk. Argghhh!! Then suddenly an indian came and drag me with 1 junk into their (I named it discussion room) room where the project leaders are having dicussions and sorting out of these UAT files. I was abit terrified for it was my first time entering their room. Furthermore, one of the leaders look to stern to me. After that they asked me to go back. So I continued with my work until 730pm. Sian~ No mood to study liao, that is why I have requested for half day leave tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a busy day I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111466207018632441?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111466207018632441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111466207018632441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111466207018632441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111466207018632441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-day.html' title='~&quot;~Busy day~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111448777041066547</id><published>2005-04-26T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:21:55.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Access card~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wa...sian~ Today coming back working as a temp staff. Suddenly feel hungry and walk to pantry to refil my bottle and have some biscuits to fill my stomach. "Beep~" The access card system sounded and i key in the password. "Invalid card access" appeared on the screen. What the ~ They never extend my access card! Damn it! I went to talk to the person in-charge of our access. She said she never receive emails from our supervisor to confirm our extension. Damn it! How would I know that? Then they gave me their emails told me to ask my supervisor to give them an email confirmation. So I walked all the way back to my place. Shit! How am I going to get back my seat if my card is invalid? Damn it! Have to stand at the pantry waiting for people to help me open the door. So I loiter around hoping for any passby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After I told OIC, she said "Oh ya! you haven't send your contact to them right? Ya~ I haven't give you Angeline's no. Nah~ This is her no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I walked out again~ all the way to Blk A because I didn't know where is the shortcut. When I'm back, again have to wait for "you yuan ren" to open door for me. Sigh~ The whole morning running here and there and busy with some other connection stuffs that I couldn't do anything and just to wait, and wait, and wait~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is why I'm here to blog. I'm free.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon, it was lunch time. Little Prince meet me and we went to amk for Mos Burger. Sianzz. Yesterday Mos today Mos, soon can go Mosque liao. -_-" Then, Little prince walked me back to office while he left for gym. The moment I step into the building, I met Pat, Thomas and OIC eating. "Come, Xiao Tian come." Ended up, I listened to their talk for another 1 hour. -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky I didn't bring Little Prince in for lunch. It'll be a big mistake.&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/8263845-111448777041066547?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111448777041066547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111448777041066547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111448777041066547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111448777041066547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/access-card.html' title='~&quot;~Access card~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111447787873861129</id><published>2005-04-26T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:11:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Those were the days~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those were the days. The first day of orientation, followed by the the first day of school. The time we met each other, unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar feelings. A totally strange place to me, to everyone ~ Classmates and lecturers. First few weeks of school were totally strange for me, always feel that people are behaving weirdly, differently from secondary friends, life. Always tend to compare things and people. As time past, I get used to it and make friends with them. We became close friends. We copy notes, copy tutorials, shared lecture notes, helped each other to sign attendance etc. Many many things happened around us. Too much to describe in a few lines. But no matter what, the fun we had in the past can't be compared to work life I suppose. Everything past after a blink. Three years of poly life gone. What should I do now? Confused, Very confused. I missed everyone, missed my friends, my classmates, my lecturers, my days spent in poly, in studying. Life is so different when one entering socialty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday meet up with Little Prince, jasmine and meiling and we were talking about what we gonna do after that. We suggest to meet up once a month or even 2 weeks after we start work. But when I told my college, he say that will only last for a while, after some times everyone starts to drift apart. Worst still after everyone got married. What a BIG BIG Sigh~ I hope I can turn the clock back and glued it! Haha~ Well, that is what I thought each time after I graduate from nursery, kindergarden, primary school, secondary school blah blah blah~ Sianz~ just as I was wondering why OIC haven come, and wondering that she might be at PCC today or even on leave! Haha~ Here she comes~ SIAN ARH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think I will be complaining for the next 2 months le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comments: "It's hard to lead a life you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111447787873861129?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111447787873861129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111447787873861129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111447787873861129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111447787873861129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/those-were-days.html' title='~&quot;~Those were the days~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111508961263007392</id><published>2005-04-25T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:52:08.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Cikgu's 5 Big Rules to bear in mind~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/teacher.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today Little Prince, me, ML and Jas went back school to hand in log book and do feedback. Just as expected, only the four of us turned up instead of the whole class. To think that we still prepare camera for some photo taking session. Sianzz. Then out of a sudden, we met Gabriel Choo and chat about the SIT Connect system for students like us to seek for jobs. Half way through our chat, ciku suddenly popped up and say want treat us lunch. LOL. Ended up only treat us drinks. So, we chat and chat while he eat and eat and meanwhile I note down what he says in my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chew Phey Hern's 5 Big Rules to bear in mind&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Don't envy those people with cars. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ans: Beacause those people have a big burden on their shoulder, unless they can afford to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2a) Don't get married too early. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ans: It's not easy to stay together with one another, doing things together, you will have alot of conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2b) You know why Singapore's divorced rate so high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ans: Because they don't know how to love each other &lt;em&gt;wad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Don't just stick to your partner. Hang around with your friends also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ans: Friends are also important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Don't jump into the first job that offers you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ans: Because usually the good ones are behind. Be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Must breastfeed your baby. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ans: Beacause breastfeeding is &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; for your baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was one question that I wanted to ask him but didn't dare to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Do you drink some of the breast milk from his wife? Is the milk stored in fridge or directly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) What advice would he give if a couple, one is to study overseas and the other stay locally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Is it possible for a couple to last if they have their own religion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps if one day I got the answers I shall share with my audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111508961263007392?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111508961263007392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111508961263007392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111508961263007392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111508961263007392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/cikgus-5-big-rules-to-bear-in-mind.html' title='~&quot;~Cikgu&apos;s 5 Big Rules to bear in mind~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111496418207485811</id><published>2005-04-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:16:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The last gathering, I suppose~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was the last day of the last week of the last month of IPP. So, we have we gathering at chomp chomp and expectedly not all turned up except for me, Little Prince, meiling, JP, aven, wilson and unexpectedly, hadiman. Me and Little Prince were late because I came from school. JP and the rest were there waiting for more seats for us. Thus, Litte Prince and me standing beside two indians hinting for their seats. They look like mother and son I suppose. Though we stood there for more than half hour, even when those considerate people gave up their seats for us, the indians still took their own sweet time tasting the small plate of satay. Little Prince wasn't in good mood, thus, insist on waiting for their seats. Until they finally finished their food, they delibrately asked the family besides their to have their seats. What the~ They really damn bu zi dong lo. Nevermind. Da ren bu zi xiao ren guo. Let the matter rest. Haha~ After our dinner, we took Aven's ride to the nearby bus stop and went home.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I suppose, I hope not, the last gathering of DBI0202. There will be more I suppose. Sad. So sad. Everyone is leaving me. At least that is what I thought. My friends that I've known in NCS, my poly friends, classmates, teachers, NYP etc etc. All I can save was memories. Yeah~ The 3 years of memories. It was so fast. Just when I starting to realised that time flies, and it had all gone. During these years of life, I think, I suppose, I've grown up abit. The chinese saying goes "Mei you bu shan de yan xi". SIGH~ I don't like this saying, but it is very true, and I have to accept it. How I hope time will stop. To think back, everyone used to wish that poly life will end early, beacause they hates to do tutorial, hates to face exam period. When everythings really came to an end, we regret. Human is a funny creature. They won't satisfy with whatever they have presently. That is when things starts to happen when they start to feel insatisfaction in everything. They'll complain, hope, wish, acheieve and do things to satisfy their needs. OK la~ enough of my "da dao li". Think I better stop here or it'll be a never ending story again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, "I will be BACK"!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111496418207485811?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111496418207485811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111496418207485811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111496418207485811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111496418207485811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-gathering-i-suppose.html' title='~&quot;~The last gathering, I suppose~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111447511144181909</id><published>2005-04-21T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:39:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Mum's birthday~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/mocha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is mum's birthday. A few days ago I bought a pendant from SK. A round-small-3-coloured one. So after work, Little Prince wanted to meet me though I have to rush home for dinner. We met and went to buy a mocha flavoured cake. Actually wanted to try out the green tea flavoured but they didn't have a smaller one. So I bought it. On my way home I saw dad waiting downstairs. He told me as it was far and he wasn't sure it was me so didn't dare to approach me. My eyes grew even wider when he told me he thought I was an auntie! Arghh~~ Me? Auntie? I felt totally turned off when he said that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, we had our dinner at bishan. We searched the whole place for suitable restaurants but ended up having one at the nearby coffee house. The dinner turned out to be so-so. Soon after we reached home, mum had her cake cutting ceremony with the family and my brother's girlfriend. I felt envy. Envy that he can bring his girlfriend to join in the celebration. Envy that he can have anything and everything he wants. Envy that he has everything and I yet to achieve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When will I have a chance to bring Little Prince back?  &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/8263845-111447511144181909?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111447511144181909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111447511144181909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111447511144181909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111447511144181909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/mums-birthday.html' title='~&quot;~Mum&apos;s birthday~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111404528566805066</id><published>2005-04-20T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T09:01:25.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*--Pizza Hut--*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/pizza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;OIC suddenly said "Later wait for me arh, we go eat pizza!" Big big question mark O_o? What day was today? Her mood seems so good. But my eleventh sense told me that she is going to treat us because this is the last week of IPP! Hurray! Siao~ Actually nothing to be happy about, I'm staying anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we took bus 86 to AMK. To my surprise, everyone seemed don't know how to travel to AMK, except me. I'm a AMK expert! Haha~ -_-" So, the 6 of us order a 2~3 and a 4~5 person set, with a variety of Supreme Chicken, Curry Chicken, Hawaiian, and~~ I cannot remember liao. (I wasn't trained to remember everything I eat so all I care is eat) In the end, the meal cost $70 and OIC paid. We tried to give her the money but she don't accept. But it is logical that she will not accept cause we are her subordinates, she is our boss, she where got face to accept? But we also feel paiseh if we never give her. It the end she still never accept, expected. Of cause she won't, and of cause we won't force her. We actually going to take a bus back after lunch, but the rest suggest take cab instead. I have no objection on taking any travel tool back (even plane), but I was thinking that since she will not accept our money, she will not accept the cab fare either. True enough, she said "You all haven start to earn money. Dunwan dunwan! Not time den treat". I was thinking still got next time meh? That make us feel even more uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, the three months has past. Two more days to go! But I know "I'll be back"~ The HR staff finally called us, saying that my pay was $7 per hour plus 1.5 for OT pay. Expected. A few weeks back if this price is to travel to my ears then I'll think that it is my expected salary. However after Little Prince, my friends, parents, brother, &lt;strike&gt;sisters, uncles, aunties, granny, nanny&lt;/strike&gt;~~ continuing psycho me that the market price should be 1.5k~1.8k, I have eventually changed my mindset. Hai~ No choice, no work how to support myself, how to go out andenjoy with friends, how to buy things I like, how to buy all birthday, anniversary presents, how to fulfil my dreams, how to further studies if I want to? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To conclude the whole entry: I think the pizza meal didn't worth that much. Pizza Hut sucks!&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/8263845-111404528566805066?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111404528566805066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111404528566805066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111404528566805066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111404528566805066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/pizza-hut.html' title='*--Pizza Hut--*'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111389327195434036</id><published>2005-04-20T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:36:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story "Salty Coffee"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/tea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home...suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him&lt;br /&gt;curiously: why you have this hobby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just&lt;br /&gt;like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was&lt;br /&gt;the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I wastoo afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet. She replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111389327195434036?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111389327195434036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111389327195434036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111389327195434036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111389327195434036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/story-salty-coffee.html' title='The Story &quot;Salty Coffee&quot;'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111353332600261801</id><published>2005-04-15T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T11:16:21.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To COMPLAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I was feeling so vexed about what to do next when I'm stuck with whatever things I wanted to proceed, I saw OIC and Thomas was pointing at me continue with their whisperings. So I told them what I'm stuck with and I needed some advice. OIC continued her smsing, while Thomas only say "The report function you can ask yuen (OIC), she knows how to settle." They continued with their talkings, ignoring my present! I was thinking what the hell! You asked me to complete my tasks soon and now I'm stuck and you are not willing to keep a helping hands? Damn it! I walked back to my seat, not knowing what to do next and I came here to complain my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~ At least they should ask me to approach them later or they will help me with my stuff some other time in the day right? No sense of responsibility lor. That's not the way to do things right? To think that my throat have just recovered slightly from yesterday's battle, and I still have to work so hard to help you make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it la! Anyway job still need to do, life still need to go on. *Sob Sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111353332600261801?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111353332600261801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111353332600261801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111353332600261801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111353332600261801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-want-to-complain.html' title='I Want To COMPLAIN!'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111330027738219656</id><published>2005-04-12T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T08:32:52.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~The Eye Twitching Issue~*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/eye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, human sometimes may have this eye twitching problem. Some may believe that right eye twitching signalling good things may happen, whereas left eye twitch will bring you bad luck. Recently I have this right eye twitching problem which has been continuously twitching and twitching for the pass 2 weeks. The only good news that I received is a friend is getting married. So isn't true that a good things will happen if your right eye twitch? I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr Rob Hicks from BBC Health commented that this is an innocent problem that affects most people at some time in their lives. If someone becomes aware of a twitching below the eye it's usually when they are worried about something or have something on their mind. It's extremely common when someone is under pressure or being stressed by something, by his or her work for example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When this is the case it's important to find out what the real problem is and to get it sorted out. It might be that you are not happy in your current job or have a problem with your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;As far as the twitch is concerned the best thing to do is to try and ignore it and it will go away. The problem is that worrying about it only makes it worse so you become trapped in a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;It is not caused by using your computer but you may find that the twitching become worse if you are under stress whilst working at your computer, if you have too much work or deadlines to meet.&lt;br /&gt;To avoid possible computer-related problems in the future don't sit in front of the screen for more than twenty minutes without taking a break; have your eyes tested regularly by a good optician; and make sure the screen isn't too bright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treatment: Reduce your stress, get more sleep, mix the coffee, eat more bananas and B-complex pills. Throw in a couple of sugar pills for good measure. Save the cerebrospinal fluid exam for emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you might just wait for them to go away on their own. Whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111330027738219656?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111330027738219656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111330027738219656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111330027738219656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111330027738219656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/eye-twitching-issue.html' title='~*~The Eye Twitching Issue~*~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111326490914813844</id><published>2005-04-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:14:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Weddings~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince young, whenever there is wedding, be it relatives from mother's side or father's side or the don't know whoever relatives' children is getting married, we will attend. As I was ignorance of what was going on, all I care was the 2nd dish - Shark Fin. As I growth up, I find myself sick and tired of attending those weddings from those unknown relatives. I wish to attend one from friends~ Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains why I got so excited when we always predicted someone in our class will be the first to go. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(So please don't say I'm behaving more excited than the bride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she break the news to me, I was really shocked. Little did I expect that she will get married so fast! I was really happy for her but my mind was full of question marks - Is that true? I kept asking myself. Even when I congrats her, I was still thinking. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Prince was telling me, "This is really fast! Maybe we just can't accept it at first cause the word 'marriage' is still far away from our mind." I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation, JP and Ryan. I blessed both of you sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to JP: "Faster give birth wor, I can't wait liao! Haha.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111326490914813844?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111326490914813844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111326490914813844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111326490914813844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111326490914813844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/weddings.html' title='~&quot;~The Weddings~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111326392059663119</id><published>2005-04-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:23:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~The Cab~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/taxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was about 9++pm after work, so I took a cab home from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uncle, go SengKang, Compass Point there."&lt;br /&gt;Cab Driver: "Go where?"Me: "Mm...SengKang.."&lt;br /&gt;Cab Driver: "No no. I don't know how to go. Go by which way? TPE, blah blah blah~ "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ah! ya...TPE"Cab Driver: "No no~ must think first..."Me: "-_-...ok~"&lt;br /&gt;Cab Driver: "u nv take cab home before ah? duno which way?"Me: "huh? got lah..I only know is from TPE to SengKang East Way."&lt;br /&gt;Cab Driver: "So go which way out? The front or back?"Me: "Mm...Actually, both also can go out~"Cab Driver: "No no~ must think first..."-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just keep quiet. Cause whatever I say, he sure say "No no~ must think first..." DiaozzSo I don't know which way or what route the uncle took. The only thing that concern me was I have not enough money to pay him. Cause I only left $6.30 after lunch, and watching the meter running~ $4.80.....$5.60...$5.80...OMG! Immediately, I called home, but no one answered. Called mum's office, no one answered either. Called dad'mobile phone, network error. So I decided to be honest with the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mm...Uncle ar..later can drop me at compass point? cos i didn't bring enough money, then i go there withdraw for u.."&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "How much u got?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mm...$6.30"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "Okok lah...$6.30, $6.30 lah.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okok~Thanks. Mm..uncle ar...later can u give mi the receipt?"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "Aiyo! Y u nv say earlier? I nv on that machine leh...haiyo~"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh...sori~I didn't know that."&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "Aiyo~y u like tt, y like tt...hai"The uncle turn off the meter and managed to get mi a receipt that printed $6.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near my house's bus stop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "y u go out nv bring more money wan? And next time must tell mi to on that ting 1st ma...aiyo"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok...I will..Thanks uncle...Sori about that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know isn't my luck to have met him or he suey to had met me.&lt;/span&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/8263845-111326392059663119?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111326392059663119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111326392059663119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111326392059663119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111326392059663119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/cab.html' title='~&quot;~The Cab~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111283926646022103</id><published>2005-04-06T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T10:59:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~My new favourite drink~Milo Tea~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/tea4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Left Brain declared: "Today, there is nothing much to blog about." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right Brain complained: "What the hell! What you mean nothing to blog when you already live for another 24 hours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so the two brainy are having a fight while I continue with my newly invented "Milo Tea"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whahaha~ This afternoon when I was staring at one tin of Milo powder, one tin of coffee powder and one box of Lipton tea packets in the pantry. Just when Left Brain was wondering which of these to make for my afternoon tea, the Right Brain directed me to have a taste of Lipton + Milo combination. Ah huh! Nice try! SaltedCoffee giving a pat on Right Brain's head ~ A good combination indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Milo Tea taste abit of tea plus abit bit of milo, when u sip it, it was like another kind of tea. At least, I am quite satisfied with the new taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, I, SaltedCoffee declared : I shall treat Milo Tea as my afternoon tea from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111283926646022103?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111283926646022103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111283926646022103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111283926646022103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111283926646022103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-new-favourite-drinkmilo-tea.html' title='~&quot;~My new favourite drink~Milo Tea~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111275091651316877</id><published>2005-04-05T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T08:29:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~My First Meeting~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After spending 2 months 5 days with NCS, today is my first time going for first meeting. Heez. Excited? Anxious? Nope. Just feel like a normal meeting with lecturers in discussion room during school days. Perhaps because I have already met these people except for Patricia(P), a newbie in our project team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meeting Start~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blah blah blah~~ There goes my OIC again. She spoke for 10 mins but I only can absorb 1%. Then she suddenly pluck out her marker pen turning over. I was wondering, "Here got white board meh?" Then OIC took the pen started scribble something on the wall behind her. OMG!! Then I realised that piece of "translucent-glass-like wall" is a whiteboard. -_-" Lucky I never asked infront of everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So my OIC went on to talk about what we going to do and what is going to happen the following month. Because I was the only one in-charge of Online Help. Because I could not finish the whole chunk of contents by now, she asked me if I need man power. I say "Erm...mm..." But somehow P say she would like to know more about the system and she don't mind helping out.(Actually I forgot the actual version, or maybe it should be OIC asked me isn't ok if she ask P to help me out). Then what can I say? Of cause say ok lah. But the problem is I need to brief her everything on scratch! OMG~Very long de loh. Can took me whole to tell her everything. But luckily she know how to start herself, very initiative person. She is willing to bring home some work to complete it and those setting up, she managed to asked around for help and not come and bother me. Haha. Xie tian xie di. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My OIC very bullshit want. Claimed that she wanted to speak to us individually about the staying on to help her until May, end up never. Either her old (brain) machine cock up or she got brain-washed? -_-" I know I very bad keep saying bad words behind her. Later on, she say she decided to split us up into two teams, CE and FY will follow Thomas(T) to set up server in NCS, while me and S will follow P go down to PCC on monday. Wao! PCC leh~ everytime only heard them say PCC here PCC there. Now I have a chance to take a look at the working environment there~Most importantly is that there got alot of food to eat loh!(But don't know got chance to stay there for lunch not). And by the way, PCC is at Outram MRT, so near Chinatown that area, so what you think? ...^o^ Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon, P keep coming to look for me regarding the Online Help. Furthermore, OIC asked me if I was pleasant with handing things over to P, cause she is afraid that different people has different ways of doing things. Maybe is the formatting or style etc. I begin to have those Supervisor feeling. As if I am her supervisor and she is my subordinate. In my life, at least until now, I have not even been assigned a Monitress or Prefect in Sec Sch, not even IC or AIC in Poly life. Now I have to tell her what to do really gave me that kind of feeling (being a boss). I was not used to it. Really. But I tried to talk to her nicely, at least with a smile so that she won't feel uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I worked till 8pm. Because of that stupid mouse over thing that I have to trace the coordinates of the images, edit image with PhotoShop to get clearer screenshots, and most importantly, I have not done my Report! Need to hand in by thursday to OIC for review lor. Sigh. So many things haven done, but I should thank P for helping me, if not I will go mad de.(Cause I have to try to complete by this week). My OIC still say "The Green Light is now on you!" Diaozz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later on I went to meet Little Prince. Instinct told me that he wanted to meet me today, some surprises for me in fact. Cause he keep asking me what time I going off must call him. So he told me to wait at the usual bus stop where I took 163 home. So I thought it was the bus stop at my house. I didn't have a second thought and went to board the bus. Immediately, I saw him on bus 163! Surprise~I wondered how can he be so accurate to estimate that I will be on this bus as him? And I wondered why is he on 163 when he should be on MRT to meet me! And, he is even wearing the same color as me! So many surprises, and I was overjoyed. However, he was not happy. He seemed so Pek Chek, give me that can't stand me look. I was so sad, so disappointed, and so many question mark flying in my mind. Why? What have I done wrong? He said he asked me to wait for him at the bus stop and not board the bus. OMG! Ok~my mistakes again. But he looked to frustrated and didn't want to talk to me. I kept quiet. Silent~ But deep in my heart I keep blaming myself, blaming for my stupidity. Sad. Soon we reached a stop near my house where we found a playground. Then I realised that he went home early to cook fried rice for me~so sweet~^-^ So, I decided to forget whatever happened just now. Cause got food to eat ma, plus my favourite milo freeze somemore~Haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~"~Unforgettable night~"~ (^o^)(") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111275091651316877?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111275091651316877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111275091651316877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111275091651316877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111275091651316877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-meeting.html' title='~&quot;~My First Meeting~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111257527412579924</id><published>2005-04-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T07:54:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~"~Birthday, birthday, and birthdays~"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "Sorry, I will be late. Cos got one lady came for door-to-door hair-cut service, den mum wants mi to trim my hair thin. Mm..u reach le come up lo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Prince: "Wa...Chu pattern ar. okok la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I cut my hair at the corridor. This was the second time of the month having hair-cut. Because my mum keep complaining the previous one did not do a good job. Since this auntie is here, might as well cut it nicely this time, for she often her service at 10 bucks per person. But while trimming, she claimed that my hair length was over shoulder, so they charged 16 bucks instead. Idiot! Cheating lor! But what to do, already cut liao ma. Little prince already reached my house by then. When it is my mum's turn, I went in to check out what is little prince doing. My God, he was styling his hair. Haha. So, I helped him by standing there like a statue, holding up my hair dryer.(When he point left, I blow left; point right, blow right) Dotzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today is ronnie's &lt;strike&gt;bird day&lt;/strike&gt; birthday. Cause I complaint that I wanted to go K-BOX sing song, and there won't be much time to do that. Hence, Little Prince called Jas and push all those Sai Gang(buy presents) to her. Yeah! Can go sing song liao! So after the so-called sing song session, we went to Tiong Baru control to wait for the rest. (What happened next please kindly refer to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://telluthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meiling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaoyangyang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ronald's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog to find out. After reading, must come back hor! OEI!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group of us were sitting around outside Ronnie's house. Well, as usual, Jia Hui did not attend any of our classmates' 21th birthday, and Aven(my lazy kor kor) did not appear either.(Must be still sleeping at home ba) So the rest of us chit-chat, gossip etc. Then suddenly Wilson suggest going K-BOX next week. Me and Little Prince keep quiet. If they find out, we sure get it. Only JP knows it, so she gave both of us a naughty but weird smile look. As usual, I saw Kiat, I pinched her face, I saw Meiling, I suan her. I saw Jas, nothing to say, cause she got so much information to exchange with Wilson. When saw Ronnie, I gave him a hard squeeze on his hand to wish him happy birthday. But when I saw JP, I couldn't do anything, cause if I pinch or squeeze her face, I got it back 10 times harder! -_-" heez~ But don't worry, I still have Little Prince with me, I can do anything to him. Shh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night indeed. I hope we can have a outing with them soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: If you all happened to go any KTV, definitely must pick Guang Liang's Tong Hua. The MTV &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; touching.&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/8263845-111257527412579924?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111257527412579924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111257527412579924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111257527412579924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111257527412579924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/04/birthday-birthday-and-birthdays.html' title='~&quot;~Birthday, birthday, and birthdays~&quot;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111231528621304083</id><published>2005-03-31T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T08:09:43.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid Gmail a/c</title><content type='html'>Sometimes at work can get really bored, and since my work cannot be completed right away, I often visit those entertainment website to entertain myself. Today, I went to check out my newly created gmail account which I have created one month ago. As I click, those mails that contain pictures were not there! I didn't panick, thinking that it is because that particular website was down, or the owner has taken away the pictures. But when I went to check out on all the other mails, I was shocked. All mails' contents were gone! Not only those with pictures, but also contents! OMG! Damn it! These mails were transfer from my hotmail account to here, thinking that I will have a bigger storage to store all my favourite mails. I was wrong. Totally wrong to have believe Gmail! No wonder all this while my gmail account usage only 0%. *Sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Salted Coffee, hereby declared I shall never trust G-Mail again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will still continue to use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111231528621304083?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111231528621304083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111231528621304083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111231528621304083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111231528621304083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/03/stupid-gmail-ac.html' title='stupid Gmail a/c'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111222786506495384</id><published>2005-03-30T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:25:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~''~Funny People~''~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/cavepeoples.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many different kinds of people living in this world. What kind? Cheerful, easy-going, stubborn&lt;em&gt;(bull type), &lt;/em&gt;wood-block type, weird, funny, and even include those living in the "&lt;em&gt;Hougang Chalet&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since OIC is going down to PCC in the early morning, the four of us decide to sneak out to AMK for lunch. As usual, we hired cab to AMK. From the moment our backside touches the seats of the taxi, the driver keep on talking non-stop! Saliva saliva saliva, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: "Oh! you all going to amk ar? wa..3 pretty gals treat u lunch or u treat them? wa..if they treat u, u zhuan dao leh! but if u treat them u lugi lo..hor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "-_-"......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: "Your company sell computer ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Huh? No la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: "I recently bought one Compact pc leh...den gt 80G run on 256 can anot? If play game can anot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Can can...its enough, just that some times may be lagging, uncle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: "Oh izit? den if i buy another 256 and add in can anot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Can can...no problem. Will be much faster if play games."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: "Where u all wanna drop? Izit where that pretty lady wearing white stand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us: "Where? Where got pretty lady?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: "There...That one wearing one infront lo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, the driver is pointing to the plump guy wearing white formal shirt with a tie. (-_-") Really can't stand the driver can be more lame than the youngsters nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, FY and CE taobao lunch from company food court, so only left me and S going S11 for lunch while they hunt for softwares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the drink stall auntie ask: "Drink wad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "One power grass auntie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both me and auntie stared at S: "Power grass??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Ya ya...power grass...mm...Fei Yu Qing u nod?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: "??...OH! is xiao mai cao la! aiyo...next time tell mi xiao mai cai..wad power grass...i duno englisg wan lo, dun speak english to mi, i onli nod chinese.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went back to office AQAP(As Quickly As Possible) to finish whatever task the OIC has given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Nowadays, elderly can be more &lt;em&gt;lame &lt;/em&gt;then me. -_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111222786506495384?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111222786506495384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111222786506495384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111222786506495384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111222786506495384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/03/funny-people.html' title='~&apos;&apos;~Funny People~&apos;&apos;~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111191690109514219</id><published>2005-03-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:02:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Hair-Cut Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/scissors.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the 1000000000000000000xxxx..........time going for hair cut liao ever since I appear in this world. Last time mum will cut it for me, now big enough liao, must be Independant! -_-" The last time having hair cut with JP, which is don't know happened when when when ago. Since I was having a bad hair day, me and little prince decide to go to his mum's usual saloon at Bedok. It was a housing saloon. The first impression the owner gave me was Tall, on second look was still Tall, thirdly still Tall. Tall and Thin. That was what I can clearly describe. She was quite friendly, humourous also. That tall lady keep on chatting with little prince while washing and trimming my hair. After she finished with my hair, I handed in $12 and sat silently on the other end continue to listen to her stories. Tall gal give me an impression of those gossipping aunties from the way she dress herself ~flower shirt, gray long pants with aunites slippers with her hair tied into a bun~ but she spoke fluent english, more fluent than me. Not like those aunties, she shop online, overheard that she was asking little prince about where to get pinhole camera! I wonder why she need that. O_o? (perhaps I was also another KPO) Then she keep on talking about her friends, her clients, which I shall not reveal too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the most importantly, little prince wants to go and style his hair! So she taught him what kind of foam to use and how to do while styling his hair. Though I think I like his new hair style, on second look it was like "Bird Nest". -_-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Later you go there hungry anot? Why not buy some snacks at the Pasam Malam downstair?"&lt;br /&gt;Little Prince : "Ok lor, you treat me lo.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mm..but I no money le leh.. just now after paying the auntie then treat u lunch, no money le.."&lt;br /&gt;Little Prince : "Huh? I tot I treat u hair-cut den u treat mi lunch still gt money left ma.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HUH?! u TREAT mi hair-cut? i tot i pay the auntie b4 u cut ur hair? Aiyo! u better ask her back ur money la...so stupid haha.."&lt;br /&gt;Little Prince : "Omg...cos tt time i was busi tinking wad type of hair style suit mi.."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "-_-"""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was the end of "Hair-Cut Day". &lt;br /&gt;Moral of story: Don't dream too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111191690109514219?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111191690109514219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111191690109514219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111191690109514219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111191690109514219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/03/hair-cut-day.html' title='~Hair-Cut Day~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111102100186023860</id><published>2005-03-18T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T08:08:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is precious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/cloves.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u even wonder y life is so short? actuali to mi, i would be glad to live till 80 yrs old..To think, 80 yrs of live is very long, But, on a second thought, we will be spending 5 years being a baby, the next 15 years spent on studying, then the next 20 to 30 yrs to work as hard as a cow..finally u get to retired ...sad to say, by that time, you have got no energy to travel till the end of the world.. lolx.. that is why people always complaint that life is short...but...life is definitely precious.. n we should tresure our life(since people say that it is short) One car accident can take your life away.. some even pass away while having a peaceful sleep.. This morning my mum told me that my uncle has passed away.Last night my mum never inform me to go svisit him, didn't feel comfortable right now.. His lungs were inflected by cancer(last stage) which happened a few months ago..&lt;br /&gt;Back to a few months ago...&lt;br /&gt;He knew he didn't have anymore time to c his relatives and friends, he decides to throw his last birthday celebration .. Everyone treat it as a normal birthday celebration bringing a smile on their face.. We were chatting inside his room..surprisingly, he still remembers the last time he saw me on the street.. I tink it was during my secondary schools days..kinda touched..sometimes wondere whether a dying man get s to remember all the things happened from the day he came to earth till the day he sleep in a coffin... Mayb I will be able to know the answer after I try sleeping in a coffin..lolx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111102100186023860?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111102100186023860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111102100186023860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111102100186023860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111102100186023860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is precious...'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263845.post-111093511499423652</id><published>2005-03-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:09:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OIC never come!!</title><content type='html'>today oic nv come! hurray! haha... so the 4 of us decided to go for lunch at amk(started from:1130).. long time nv go amk liao so even go there oso lost our way there ...lolx...we took 268 (as if a ride ard the whole south east line b4 we reach s11)...wad a long jouney..-_-" think i reali long time nv go amk le..a turn right beside the pizza hut opened Roti Boy.. wa...smells good! but quite ex...each bun cost 1.20 bucks..but i didn't buy cos i knew i will be back in the nite..:) we took a cab back cos didn't want to waste so much time taking bus again..lolx&lt;br /&gt;reach ncs by 1.00..haha...though u all may tink 1half hr is not veri long but to us is quite long le...cos we always have 20 mins lunch den go back work le...sob sob.. today veri slack ar! haha...cos she nv come , sean oso need to go off earli for nafa...we decide to knock off earli...but not veri earli la just 15mins earlier onli...lolx.. since jp say she having diarr cannot go for gym, n i knock off ealri, so i decided to go find bf le..hee...go tt side gym .. but we end up going hougang to eat cos i m tired..today's mood: "overall quite gd la...keke"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263845-111093511499423652?l=saltedcoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/111093511499423652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8263845&amp;postID=111093511499423652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111093511499423652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263845/posts/default/111093511499423652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/03/oic-never-come.html' title='OIC never come!!'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
