<?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-3311277634825609913</id><updated>2011-08-03T01:05:36.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like dat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-338876993511630996</id><published>2009-11-02T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:30:46.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Su7pmx5WTRI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZG7RisRZlh0/s1600-h/DSCN3915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Su7pmx5WTRI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZG7RisRZlh0/s400/DSCN3915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399509855701978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Su7hmbmRxKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NIkMwAg_rvU/s1600-h/DSCN3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Su7hmbmRxKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NIkMwAg_rvU/s400/DSCN3909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399501053623387298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Su7MqYeSo5I/AAAAAAAAASs/xOu9qJgJIvs/s1600-h/DSCN3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Su7MqYeSo5I/AAAAAAAAASs/xOu9qJgJIvs/s400/DSCN3905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399478031759877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-338876993511630996?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/338876993511630996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/338876993511630996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/338876993511630996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Su7pmx5WTRI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZG7RisRZlh0/s72-c/DSCN3915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-2852609597493599906</id><published>2009-10-05T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:58:42.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been werking from MONDAYS to SUNDAYS lately.  Sometimes i jus wonder why tis society is such a reality.  NO money no talk , YES money Yes Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts have came across my mind recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i still have my ex best buddy right till now , then what wil be my life NOW ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i really know that GAL From the LAB really well , what will my life be NOW ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i have a heart to contact my POLY frens , what will my life be NOW ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i have LOADS of Money in the bank , will i be happy ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i can accept some ppl into my life , what will my life be NOW ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i SWITCH my part time Job now , what will my life be NOW ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , it can go on and on , sometimes i just wonder , did i make the right decision in my life. &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes goin thru some things in life will lead u to doubts but it can also be a part of growing in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can find a GF who can lead me thru all tis doubts i been in all tis years , then , GOD really creates wonders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some people who told me that going thru doubts in life is jus one part of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now , i dun even bother to contact some frens.  Neither do i wan to put my heart into frens or a BGR.  All im feeling now is a &lt;strong&gt;HECK CARE ATTITUDE.&lt;/strong&gt;  Mayb im a changed person from experiences in LIFE.  I mean , i really cant be bothered with things anymore esp relationship.  All i care RIGHT NOW is my life , my feelings , cycling , werking , MONEY $$$$ . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out to the sea jus makes me wonder if sometimes , whether this phrase exist " There's is a balance to everything".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-2852609597493599906?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/2852609597493599906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-been-werking-from-mondays-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2852609597493599906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2852609597493599906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-been-werking-from-mondays-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5794528447441872876</id><published>2009-08-02T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:58:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well , i have not been updating my blog recently.  Been so lazy to blog.  So yar decided to blog at the hot sunday afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went with my mum to parkway parade to help her with some groceries since i dun hafta werk for sat and sun.   We bought alot of good plus famous food for our family to eat.  I had the famous katong roasted duck rice with " KOI" bubble tea and my sister had the famous katong laksa plus bubble tea.  Went out at 10.30am and came back home at 2 plus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my own biking training after 4 hrs of rest which is at 6pm.  I bike to Changi Coast and then to East Coast and back to Tampines.  On my way to east coast i met tis mountain bike guy together with his wife whom we used to chat before.  And so , we bike together and reach a point and rest and he's so nice to treat me drinks.  This guy is really very into Bikes.  He's a craze dude i guess. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i headed to the shears bridge there and see the fireworks.  Its really amazing.  Well i have been biking almost everyday.  sweat and breath heavily.  And just today i ran 9 rounds the stadium and did some exercises.  GOSH !!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm , next week im werking at the EXPO fair from Saturday to Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH !! i almost forgot that " GOSSIP GIRL" ROXXX.  I have been catching series 1 to 2.  It really rawks.  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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SlYcDhUIffI/AAAAAAAAARs/wWgApJMMPbM/s400/DSCN3858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SlYbbjUBIPI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZWIgh2vXF6U/s1600-h/DSCN3857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356498966953402610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SlYbbjUBIPI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZWIgh2vXF6U/s400/DSCN3857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-6644590656282048863?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/6644590656282048863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/07/biking-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6644590656282048863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6644590656282048863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/07/biking-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SlYclzNX63I/AAAAAAAAASk/mNQ06UPtTEY/s72-c/DSCN3864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-2598912208867186840</id><published>2009-06-21T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:46:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok....FYP's over mann !! finally !! feels great.  So right now while waiting for my attachment and one more module to clear , i decided to go back to werk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I WANTTT MONEYYYYYYYY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , tis coming year end im planning to buy a TAG HEUER WATCH CARRERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK TIS OUT ------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KRX70pYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nQ_cJYBKclI/s1600-h/es_carrera_cv2014-ba0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KRX70pYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nQ_cJYBKclI/s400/es_carrera_cv2014-ba0786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349724700961711490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KRPYSGSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YCHOuBoesUE/s1600-h/tag-heuer-carrera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KRPYSGSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YCHOuBoesUE/s400/tag-heuer-carrera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349724698665163042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KQ_2RQTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bLyCW91wIAI/s1600-h/tag-heuer-carrera-mtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KQ_2RQTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bLyCW91wIAI/s400/tag-heuer-carrera-mtc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349724694495969586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KQraSYJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CQJG76Gg3Sw/s1600-h/Tag+Heuer+carrera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KQraSYJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CQJG76Gg3Sw/s400/Tag+Heuer+carrera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349724689009893522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO MY AIM FOR TIS YR END IS THIS.   Well i check the price le .  ITS GONNA BE $4500.  SO I gotta werk hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM JUS DAMM CRAZY OVER MOUNTAIN BIKING , WATCHES AND MONEY.  MONEY IS JUS EVERYTHING.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-2598912208867186840?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/2598912208867186840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2598912208867186840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2598912208867186840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sj4KRX70pYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nQ_cJYBKclI/s72-c/es_carrera_cv2014-ba0786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-6028744945713334310</id><published>2009-05-29T15:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:14:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-ZPrluv7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/bhhhpEBlvYo/s1600-h/P5280425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156177762762674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-ZPrluv7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/bhhhpEBlvYo/s400/P5280425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-ZPcaQ1MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CBPNm80EJ8c/s1600-h/P5280416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156173688132802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-ZPcaQ1MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CBPNm80EJ8c/s400/P5280416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-ZO4_YsqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mBB0UQRggZc/s1600-h/P5280424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156164180161186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-ZO4_YsqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mBB0UQRggZc/s400/P5280424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XWQy_IzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/oJ9ljzhlRxQ/s1600-h/P5280450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341154091806434098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XWQy_IzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/oJ9ljzhlRxQ/s400/P5280450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XXFp7nrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DmrXNpHTzqU/s1600-h/P5280448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341154105995534002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XXFp7nrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DmrXNpHTzqU/s400/P5280448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XWv13vtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5JHmOkuMs2o/s1600-h/P5280449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341154100140031698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XWv13vtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5JHmOkuMs2o/s400/P5280449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XWKUmKbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G9D_uu1n_u4/s1600-h/P5280452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341154090068355506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XWKUmKbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G9D_uu1n_u4/s400/P5280452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XVw72tYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-i15JJCY7Iw/s1600-h/P5280445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341154083253695874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-XVw72tYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-i15JJCY7Iw/s400/P5280445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vcjpb9pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/73mBdCZgcTA/s1600-h/P5280438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341152000922613394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vcjpb9pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/73mBdCZgcTA/s400/P5280438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vb-taL1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/coWqsrcYLTA/s1600-h/P5280414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341151991007162194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vb-taL1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/coWqsrcYLTA/s400/P5280414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel got raped. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vduyuk3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/X63GIUZ0TEU/s1600-h/P5280417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341152021094241138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vduyuk3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/X63GIUZ0TEU/s400/P5280417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: After serveral attempt to rape him , we raise the white flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-VdOJ033I/AAAAAAAAAOc/cuvPQ8JFWaQ/s1600-h/P5280444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341152012332752754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-VdOJ033I/AAAAAAAAAOc/cuvPQ8JFWaQ/s400/P5280444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vcd-IHxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PC0pfiP93gI/s1600-h/P5280435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341151999398780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Vcd-IHxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PC0pfiP93gI/s400/P5280435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Td4OEY8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AewlegC0D_s/s1600-h/P5280406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341149824601580482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Td4OEY8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AewlegC0D_s/s400/P5280406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-TeZWHRDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/82FWyUVQblo/s1600-h/P5280407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341149833493693490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-TeZWHRDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/82FWyUVQblo/s400/P5280407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Tds1CDQI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y0ow43xRfD4/s1600-h/P5280405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341149821543779586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Tds1CDQI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y0ow43xRfD4/s400/P5280405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above: Our FYP labmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-TdZyn0-I/AAAAAAAAANk/SAVn_yXfoS4/s1600-h/P5280404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341149816433398754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-TdZyn0-I/AAAAAAAAANk/SAVn_yXfoS4/s400/P5280404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-RaMwNnuI/AAAAAAAAANc/VXLCAkEigMw/s1600-h/P5280403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341147562370768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-RaMwNnuI/AAAAAAAAANc/VXLCAkEigMw/s400/P5280403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: The cutest gal with charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-RZlWzz-I/AAAAAAAAANU/5fbGEqZEAkw/s1600-h/P5280401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341147551795236834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-RZlWzz-I/AAAAAAAAANU/5fbGEqZEAkw/s400/P5280401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-PpJm-coI/AAAAAAAAANM/I-B39dOYEuI/s1600-h/P5280399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341145620201501314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-PpJm-coI/AAAAAAAAANM/I-B39dOYEuI/s400/P5280399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-PopI7XrI/AAAAAAAAANE/66NbZ1wBnXw/s1600-h/P5280398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341145611485535922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-PopI7XrI/AAAAAAAAANE/66NbZ1wBnXw/s400/P5280398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: The cutest gal in our lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-PnL6q8CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ttK67fKGOzw/s1600-h/P5280397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341145586461241378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-PnL6q8CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ttK67fKGOzw/s400/P5280397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Pm1IFULI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6zCn1QscIu4/s1600-h/P5280396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341145580343480498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-Pm1IFULI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6zCn1QscIu4/s400/P5280396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-N1cWTv5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/v9GqPszmOqk/s1600-h/P5280395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341143632367042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-N1cWTv5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/v9GqPszmOqk/s400/P5280395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-N1HZCXoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gRsXy-hBG7w/s1600-h/P5280394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341143626741341826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-N1HZCXoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gRsXy-hBG7w/s400/P5280394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-N0j0ZeHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1UYCkqsDh0g/s1600-h/P5280453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341143617192425586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-N0j0ZeHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1UYCkqsDh0g/s400/P5280453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-6028744945713334310?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/6028744945713334310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyp-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6028744945713334310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6028744945713334310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyp-memories.html' title='FYP MEMORIES'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/Sh-ZPrluv7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/bhhhpEBlvYo/s72-c/P5280425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-4384029774422085137</id><published>2009-05-25T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:54:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well , this is a conversation between me and my supervisor during week 12 and asking me bout my progress.  If those who knows me and my supervisor well , u all will find it interesting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/ShqPNF4s-wI/AAAAAAAAAME/AJwccomjyn8/s1600-h/Seng+Sing+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 559px; height: 447px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/ShqPNF4s-wI/AAAAAAAAAME/AJwccomjyn8/s400/Seng+Sing+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339737763282221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/ShqSKR8RP-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/92Mpb4NJ-OY/s1600-h/seng+sing+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 606px; height: 485px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/ShqSKR8RP-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/92Mpb4NJ-OY/s400/seng+sing+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339741013513682914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/ShqUzlFHZXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BtKI4ztgGEI/s1600-h/seng+sing+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 426px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/ShqUzlFHZXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BtKI4ztgGEI/s400/seng+sing+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339743922048951666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-4384029774422085137?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/4384029774422085137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-this-is-conversation-between-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4384029774422085137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4384029774422085137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-this-is-conversation-between-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/ShqPNF4s-wI/AAAAAAAAAME/AJwccomjyn8/s72-c/Seng+Sing+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5455554416330837730</id><published>2009-05-18T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:59:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well , so long nv blog le and im here to blog it out again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmmmm on satuday nite , me and my fren went for nite cycling , cycle to pasir ris and to the farmway.  But we covered alot of distance.  we are atually finding a way from pasir ris to punggol. But in the end , we cant find it.  The only way to punggol is from ubi or tampines rd.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess wat happened when we cycled to pasir ris farm ?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; when we approach a house , there were 4 DOGs chasing us like one crazy motherdog.  But initially , the dogs didnt chase us , but approach us very aggressively and showing their teeth and barking.  But when my gear was at speed 3 and when i push it to the 4th gear , they started to chase us.  During that moment , we were like " WTF , WTF ".  We were running for our life.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of the things i rememberd at that pt of time was that i was being cornered by a dog and nearly caught off balance. But i manage to keep my bike balance again cos i noe that if i were to go down on the floor , that's it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's actually 2 dogs dats so fast , super duper fast.  But i kept telling myself to keep speeding all the way through.   And trust me , i was at my top speed like 50km/h.  we were so damm fast.  But after i sped thru at the top speed , the dog somehow gave up.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we reached a pt whereby we have to decide which way to go back.  Cos here's the thing , if we are travelling by old tampines rd , its very dark and some wild dogs lurk in that area.  but if we are travelling back again , we are gonna be really tired speeding all the way thru to get away from the dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So how we do it ?? very simple ??  one of the trucks pass by us , we asked for a ride to a safe place where the dog cant chase us.  hahax.  SIMPLE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons the dog gave up is mayb they are covering some areas within the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , dun look down on dogs.  They are really smart animals.  They trust their instincts.  They can really really sniff u a miles away and when ur about to do something , they take actions.  SEE HOW FAST THEIR REACTIONS ARE ???.  I dun think humans can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-5455554416330837730?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5455554416330837730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-so-long-nv-blog-le-and-im-here-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5455554416330837730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5455554416330837730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-so-long-nv-blog-le-and-im-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-1328555696195397513</id><published>2009-04-02T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:52:05.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey guys , i saw tis while coming back hme from biking at round 12pm.  Guess wat is it ??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UFO or a MOON ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdS02ZHiQTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zm6fpGC533k/s1600-h/DSCN3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdS02ZHiQTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zm6fpGC533k/s400/DSCN3664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320075906379825458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdS02ECY00I/AAAAAAAAAL0/F466k3zyJo0/s1600-h/DSCN3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdS02ECY00I/AAAAAAAAAL0/F466k3zyJo0/s400/DSCN3663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320075900721091394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdS013abHNI/AAAAAAAAALs/ONpeilXgyC4/s1600-h/DSCN3662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdS013abHNI/AAAAAAAAALs/ONpeilXgyC4/s400/DSCN3662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320075897332243666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-1328555696195397513?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/1328555696195397513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-guys-i-saw-tis-while-coming-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1328555696195397513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1328555696195397513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-guys-i-saw-tis-while-coming-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdS02ZHiQTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zm6fpGC533k/s72-c/DSCN3664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-7072589016961689312</id><published>2009-04-02T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:46:21.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm , i bought a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt;" watch for my mother.  Hahaa.  I told her that i was gonna give her " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agnes b&lt;/span&gt;" bag.  But she said thank god dat i nv give her bag.  lOL.  But it doesnt leave a big hole in my pocket. I feel very satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  Nice isnt it the watch.  Bought it for my mum.  And my sister was like how come im so good buy such branded stuffs for my mum.  hahaha.  I told her its jus a gift from the heart , then i told her im rich ma.  hahahhaha.  jus a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwE28tODI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-zxOML-1WhA/s1600-h/DSCN3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwE28tODI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-zxOML-1WhA/s400/DSCN3666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320070657347500082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFLCv-1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DaNDPXW7jNk/s1600-h/DSCN3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFLCv-1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DaNDPXW7jNk/s400/DSCN3667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320070662741556050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFVKy0WI/AAAAAAAAALE/8Jtu233AW3c/s1600-h/DSCN3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFVKy0WI/AAAAAAAAALE/8Jtu233AW3c/s400/DSCN3669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320070665459650914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFVI323I/AAAAAAAAALM/Uo33NSUFRxw/s1600-h/DSCN3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFVI323I/AAAAAAAAALM/Uo33NSUFRxw/s400/DSCN3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320070665451592562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFm84FTI/AAAAAAAAALU/cY4_O4T5O7E/s1600-h/DSCN3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwFm84FTI/AAAAAAAAALU/cY4_O4T5O7E/s400/DSCN3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320070670233113906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar , Yesterday i was at "Wisma Atria".  I saw tis "Agnes B" watch so nice.  OMG.  Im really really gonna grab dat soon.  SOOOON.  Cant wait.  Is it a waste of money to buy another watch ? cos i got a "Armani" watch le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-7072589016961689312?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/7072589016961689312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmm-i-bought-burberry-watch-for-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7072589016961689312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7072589016961689312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmm-i-bought-burberry-watch-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdSwE28tODI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-zxOML-1WhA/s72-c/DSCN3666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-4050803089322436617</id><published>2009-03-30T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:53:22.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.  Im definitely falling in love with watches. But im still considering to get my second set of watch or not. Mayb its gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cerruti or Agnes B.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar , i LOVE GP watches. it really catches my eye.  But it really cost a 'BOMB". i think its selling at round &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$$20,000.&lt;/span&gt;  Hey its not some kind of cheap brand , its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Girad Perregaux".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love tis watch man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check tis out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdDNpcyuV8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/wF8uJGmT7zU/s1600-h/3289_slb_vintage_xxl_ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdDNpcyuV8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/wF8uJGmT7zU/s400/3289_slb_vintage_xxl_ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318977271911831490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="boitecomment"&gt; &lt;span class="stitre"&gt;       &lt;span id="lbl_nom"&gt;KING SIZE POWER RESERVE&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="lbl_titre"&gt;power reserve indicator, small second, date, automatic winding&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="lbl_mouvement"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="lbl_reference"&gt;REF. 25850&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;span id="lbl_description"&gt;Movement GP 033R0&lt;br /&gt;Caliber11 ½'''&lt;br /&gt;Frequency 28.800 Vibr./h (4 Hz)&lt;br /&gt;27 jewels&lt;br /&gt;Power reserve min. 46 hours&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire crystals&lt;br /&gt;See-through case-back fastened with 4 screws&lt;br /&gt;Water-resistance 30 m&lt;br /&gt;Case size 32.00 x 32.00 mm&lt;br /&gt;Case height 11.20 mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-4050803089322436617?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/4050803089322436617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4050803089322436617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4050803089322436617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SdDNpcyuV8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/wF8uJGmT7zU/s72-c/3289_slb_vintage_xxl_ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-4103255099004032074</id><published>2009-03-29T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:46:32.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been down with sore throat , flu , cough , dry cough , headache.  But doc told me i got throat infection.  Well , im here blogging and im pretty fine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MON TO FRI&lt;/span&gt; ------&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAT &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; SUN&lt;/span&gt;------ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this routine goes on and on.  What a LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-4103255099004032074?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/4103255099004032074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-been-down-with-sore-throat-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4103255099004032074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4103255099004032074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-been-down-with-sore-throat-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-49565620013666558</id><published>2009-03-15T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:15:55.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT SHOW MAKES ME REAL SHACK ...NO VOICE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-49565620013666558?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/49565620013666558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-show-makes-me-real-shack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/49565620013666558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/49565620013666558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-show-makes-me-real-shack.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5349187550499487821</id><published>2009-03-07T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:04:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todae went to werk.  Got to Parkway cos i got transferred there temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , chatted with one of the workmate there.  Chat and chat till horoscope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her alot of my horoscope which seems so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS dat she posted me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are u really attracted to dose classy woman , smart , confidence and with posture woman ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANS: YES 100%&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, cos definitely she will gives me confidence too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are u very talkative and cant concentrate when u see books ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANS: YES 90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do u dun really like gals who are very not independent who gets sheltered and gets pampered all the time ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANS: YES 80% , cos we cant clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Am i very playful??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ans: yes , abit like 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do i like to talk crap??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ans : Yes , even some of my frens saes im crappy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do i let go of things easily even when it concern bout emotional stuffs ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ans : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do i like to keep secrets and wun tell ppl how i feel bout certain things??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ans: Yes , cos i dunno how to express it out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i get serious bout something , do u really get serious ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANS: Yes definitely.  No Doubts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Am i a  straight forward person ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ans: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do i really treasure frens???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ans: Nope , not really.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guess wat horoscope is tis ???&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/3311277634825609913-5349187550499487821?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5349187550499487821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/todae-went-to-werk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5349187550499487821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5349187550499487821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/todae-went-to-werk.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-583950973144154753</id><published>2009-03-07T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:59:30.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept at 2 am.  Woke up at 9 15am.  Prepared for werk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen some trance music to tone down my mood.  I gotta go off to werk man.  So bye folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-583950973144154753?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/583950973144154753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/slept-at-2-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/583950973144154753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/583950973144154753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/slept-at-2-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5744745025198078856</id><published>2009-03-06T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:31:46.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SbDbRunEsDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WebBsIS6fwk/s1600-h/24+season+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SbDbRunEsDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WebBsIS6fwk/s400/24+season+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309985058285989938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starting soon.  Have been staying at home catching the series of "24".  Slept at 4am everyday.  I gotta tell u 24 is a nice series worth catching.  I think it really serve as a reality kind of thing, although its not depicting a real scene .  The world is dark. Mayb American government agencies are trying to cover top secrets things up and we civilians dun really know.    Everyday i gotta try to catch my breath for this show., Heart pumping , really sweating when u watch it.  Im now at season 5 , goin for season 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SbDbRSI4zGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UPeyOqpTu4s/s1600-h/24+season+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SbDbRSI4zGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UPeyOqpTu4s/s400/24+season+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309985050643188834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , yest went for biking with galvin from tampines to east coast.  Well , its really very fun and thrilling when we sped in the rain.  Oh ya , Galvin gt injured when turning, in fact , he fell off and skid.   Well , i got injured when riding for the past few days.  So yar , sunday we are goin to hit Punggol.  From Tampines to Punggol.  Its gonna be a rough trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well , after school on monday , i will be heading for "sales meeting" for IT show.  My manager says that i will be selling projectors.  HAHaH.  Its gonna be fun when learning new things and gaining knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; oh yar ,  I bought a shoe from "Pedro". Bought it for 9o plus dollars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING , tmr im gonna be working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-5744745025198078856?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5744745025198078856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-starting-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5744745025198078856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5744745025198078856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-starting-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SbDbRunEsDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WebBsIS6fwk/s72-c/24+season+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3858609114736135972</id><published>2009-03-02T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:39:30.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im quite happy with myself for yest and saturday.  Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dunno why i wun get emo over some stuffs.  Mayb its jus no feelings for the other person.  I wun get sad over things like relationship.  LOL.  When she rejected me , i cant feel a shit.  Jus like nuthin happen.  Mayb i dun like her.  hahahah.  Or mayb im NUMB thru losing faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways , school starting soon le.  Gotta go back sch and study plus doin projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3858609114736135972?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3858609114736135972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-well-well-im-quite-happy-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3858609114736135972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3858609114736135972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-well-well-im-quite-happy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5231068362403065658</id><published>2009-02-26T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:06:59.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SaaTsvlCdOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XKkLMGXDxCE/s1600-h/img7819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SaaTsvlCdOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XKkLMGXDxCE/s400/img7819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307091607798052066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been blogging since i started sch holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , have been working for 8 days straight.  12hrs.  And finally i got my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm , todae , my mum woke me up tis morning for a free movie tix.  Hahaha.  Thanks to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i watched the movie " Valkryie".  Its a very very very nice movie.  i will give 5 stars.  A full star movie rating.  Its about the attempting assassination of Adolf Hitler.  This movie is heart pumping , grasping for air , touching.  I watched it alone anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-5231068362403065658?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5231068362403065658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/haven-been-blogging-since-i-started-sch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5231068362403065658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5231068362403065658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/haven-been-blogging-since-i-started-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SaaTsvlCdOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XKkLMGXDxCE/s72-c/img7819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3650069366258114063</id><published>2009-02-16T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:30:54.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright , during V's day , something happen to me in my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what i learn from that experience is that , treasure the things when people gives u the opportunity.  Working in retail sales is not as easy as what u think.  U have to commit to the long hours there and earn that amt of money.  From my point of view of that experience , i finally woke up and learn that , when people gives u chances , try nt to take things for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i cant sleep well nowadays , cos im afraid dat im jobless.  And being jobless aint a good feeling. U have no cash , no enjoyment , no emergency money.  So after my apologies , i hope to gain their confidence back in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3650069366258114063?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3650069366258114063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-during-vs-day-something-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3650069366258114063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3650069366258114063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-during-vs-day-something-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-1795757851964983</id><published>2009-02-13T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:24:31.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Holidays starting le.  And im having financial difficulties.  i keep finding job , sending resume but no replies.  But luckily i have a part time job which still support me abit cos pay cut le.  saddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF ROBBERY AND PICKPOKETING ISNT A CRIME.   LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways chatted with Jia Lin.  hahaa.  WAH. She make for GJ a "Guo Dong".  Wa sehhhhh.  So touching worrr.  Somemore use it with logan and pack it into a box.  LOL.  But she scared GJ dun like it la , so i told her that its the effort dat counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SX bought some cards , wrapping papers , dunno wat still.  Somemore they goin SPA and SX was kind enuff to ask me to join.  LOL thanks bro , but i need to werk on sunday , so u guys go enjoy ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tmr's V day.  good luck and happy romantic nite  to my good frens.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-1795757851964983?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/1795757851964983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays-starting-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1795757851964983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1795757851964983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays-starting-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-7005912849593968677</id><published>2009-02-13T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:11:32.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A damm tiring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well , todae woke up at 10am.  Went jogging den cycling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cycling was so damm tiring annd thrilling.  But i met some wreckless drivers.  I nearly bang into a car while i was crossing the junction.  I so damm PISSED OFF and i stared at the driver.  I was at my slow speed le when the driver still wan to go forward.  That's the first nearly injury incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvygEWrTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5xlA_SIRtpE/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvygEWrTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5xlA_SIRtpE/s400/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302267049690967346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The second one was at a paverment when i adjusted my gear before getting across a traffic light when tis motorcycle sped towards me.  I WAS shock at first for like 1 sec.  Later i quickly turn the other direction.  Reckless drivers.  Blady hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well , cycled from Pasir Ris to loyang.  So tiring , and i was exhausted and nearly dehydration.  But i cycled all the way to loyang market and grab a coconut juice.  After like 30 mins break den head to beach and see planes and den headed back home.  Jus 3 words to describe toades biking " tiring , exhausted and adventorous".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Guess wat , my company called me and ask me to get back to office for some things. I actually have to go down to city hall for my job stuffs  and den to orchard for movie tix.  IMAGINE HOW TIRING I AM IT CAN BE TODAE ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a long journey , reach back home at 8pm.  SHACKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvyRM0D4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oyMrerluqKI/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvyRM0D4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oyMrerluqKI/s400/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302267045699915650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvxHIIOdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Nr9EAIVpFq8/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvxHIIOdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Nr9EAIVpFq8/s400/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302267025816041938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvwHjtY_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/x9DZEOpgPTM/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvwHjtY_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/x9DZEOpgPTM/s400/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302267008751854578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAT I TOOK AT CHANGI BEACH.   &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/3311277634825609913-7005912849593968677?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/7005912849593968677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/damm-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7005912849593968677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7005912849593968677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/damm-tiring-day.html' title='A damm tiring day'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SZVvygEWrTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5xlA_SIRtpE/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-526000422503497939</id><published>2009-02-11T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:31:01.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm well well well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR's MY LAST PAPER .   wahahhaah.  Im a free man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , todae's paper quite ok la.  Can consider chicken feet if i really really put in effort to study.  But well , todae i can write at least like 40 percent including some calculations.  LOL.  CAn consider not dat bad liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's paper will be " I DUNNO WTF TO WRITE".  Confirm.  Cos its all calculations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , some of my poly mates are gone le.  so all the best to them.  Hmmm , so i met richard todae and we told each other hoping to see each other soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-526000422503497939?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/526000422503497939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-well-well-well-tmrs-my-last-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/526000422503497939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/526000422503497939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-well-well-well-tmrs-my-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-7975648234743481822</id><published>2009-02-10T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:39:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well well well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;First day of exams , how do i feel ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTALLY SIANNNN .  when i first see the question i was like " WTF IS TIS , AM I TAKING THE CORRECT MODULE " LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And I leave quite alot of blanks , cos i have no idea wat to write.  I think if i write , i will write some things which doesnt makes sense to the questions asked and i was at my table looking to the left and right , staring into space , flipping and playing with my pen.  LOL.  Very pathetic right ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh well , Not only me complain the paper was hard.  Edmund , Alwyn , Jian Li , and others als&lt;/span&gt;o. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;At 1.40pm , i leave the exam hall.  Waited for jian Li to finish the paper and cabbed back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well , talked to richard.  He's one of my poly frens who's worth the contact.  I told him that im afraid i wun have a chance to see him.  I noe i sound gay.  But i like him , he's a guy where he has wisdom and knowledge.  Everytime i will find him to talk bout life and werk stuffs.  But he told me that we will contact.  LOL.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He's the person where he really takes time and really understand ppl's inner character.  So far , he's the only one i know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So wish him good luck in the real werking world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's another paper at 12.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-7975648234743481822?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/7975648234743481822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-well-well-first-day-of-exams-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7975648234743481822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7975648234743481822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-well-well-first-day-of-exams-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-4712461614559437630</id><published>2009-02-09T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:41:54.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAH.  Jus before i turn in to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Helen on MSN.  Wahhaha , so long nv meet her liao.  Haha.  Meet her some other time ba after my exams den lets go shopping again.  BRANDED STUFFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm , well , tis thur gotta acc SX and GJ for their GF de valentines.  Actually i cancel on them , cos o well , my V day cancel. Was supposed to buy gifts de le but end up cancel le.  Nvm lo. Go werk ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar , will be meeting up GJ and SX tis thur to acc them.  LOL.  Wah so long nv see GJ gal fren and SX gal fren liao le.  Nv hang out together lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feelings of playing together , talking dirty , doin stupide stuffs.  Hahaha , but  , they each got their GF liao le.  GJ de Gal fren have been very truthfully sincere for almost a yr.  So WISH THEM A GOOD CELEBRATION tis saturday.  And SX galfren very funny sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least , my childhood fren .  OH wow , he's meeting an air stewardess , he told me he book a restaurant and gonna bring her for some romantic wine session.  Thats so frenchy.  LOL.  And the good thing is he's gonna ORD liao and gonna go to the "Real Working world".  Hey u , must be gentleman lei , she's an air stewardess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we can hang out sometime later.  SEE YA GUYS AFT MY EXAMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-4712461614559437630?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/4712461614559437630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4712461614559437630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4712461614559437630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3342314013855987374</id><published>2009-02-09T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:22:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well.  Tmr's my exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So am i prepared for exams tmr and the day after???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would i do once i enter the exam hall ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Praying hard , Swearing and cursing , Shivering , wet my pants and finally do the action of " GOD BLESS ME"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i gonna do when i sit down on the chair ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Stare at the paper , swearing and cursing and asking for answers if there's chance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What would i do if i dunno how to answer the question ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Will Probaly look to the left and right for answers.  Or stare at the qns for long and play with my pen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What would i do if i noe i cant make it ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I will staple a 50dollars note on the exam script to bribe the teacher.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I Emo after the paper??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would i react when people ask me whether the paper is easy ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- " Oh , its easy le" in a sarcastic way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would  i do when im in an emotional state ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Talk to no one and go running or hoping tmr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would i do if all my papers are over ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Like Hitler , burn all books , kill all nerds , Kill all teachers.  hahaha.NO MERCY  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If i see a teacher dat fails me for a subject , what would i do ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Says " hey , fuck u " and probaly go find his car and scratch it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3342314013855987374?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3342314013855987374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3342314013855987374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3342314013855987374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8519437067203312343</id><published>2009-02-08T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:49:19.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams still 2 more days and people are striving damm hard for their exams.  And here i am playing bike and going for jogging. Isnt that so pathetic of me ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright , woke up at 11am and head down to my study room for studying.  Studied till like 3 plus den cant concentrate liao. Study till so damm dulan.  WTH with all dose formulaes and i cant understand wat theory issit.  Very fuct up man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So decided to go running and then biking.  Todae quite adventurous. Well , ran 4km then bike.  Am i crazy ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now , my thighs are in relief pain now , i cant even walk properly.  actually i hit 2.4km in the stadium den do pull ups den start to run from tampines stadium to Pasir Ris.  Then went back hme take my bike to go to Bedok and cycle 1 big round.  OMG , im such a craze fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can sae good mood todae la.  hit&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 2.4km&lt;/span&gt; at a timing of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10mins and 30&lt;/span&gt; secs.  haha. Then bike so fast till now cant stand properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK LOOK i need it badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me sleeping pills , Pain killer pills , Money , Will Power and Brains to study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Luck &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW BIKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SY6395BpByI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z0NWAyiwj9E/s1600-h/DSCN3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SY6395BpByI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z0NWAyiwj9E/s400/DSCN3658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300376085369259810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8519437067203312343?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8519437067203312343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-still-2-more-days-and-people-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8519437067203312343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8519437067203312343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-still-2-more-days-and-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SY6395BpByI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z0NWAyiwj9E/s72-c/DSCN3658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3452848945397344470</id><published>2009-02-06T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:36:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Todae's a broing day in school.  Tiring too.  I have been killing my brain cells for the past 1 week le.  LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Headed back home at 5 pm. Reach home at 6 15pm .  Slept all the way throughout the trip from sch back to hometown.  TIREDDD.  Waited for galvin's call den go out fast pace jogging for 4 km.  Its pretty easy , no difficulties.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After that headed to see my bike.  Well , since i dun have plans for Valentines day cos no one to ask, i probably gonna spend it on a new "Mountain Bike".  Haha.  I think tmr after my studies im gonna head down to buy and do nite cycling alone.  Loner again.  Mayb i like to be left alone at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thats all for toade.  PLS GIVE ME WILL POWER TO STUDY AND CONCENTRATE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3452848945397344470?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3452848945397344470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/todaes-broing-day-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3452848945397344470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3452848945397344470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/todaes-broing-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-2423780261113879280</id><published>2009-02-06T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:28:03.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well , Exams like 3 more days.  Good Luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , next week IM A FREE GUY.  Gotta start temp jobs liao.  hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow , SX and GJ spending valentine's day together except for me.  Lol.  Happy enjoy ba them.  Well , Valentine's day , im gonna be alone.  Lol.  Happy enjoying den for me.  Nobody to ask out.  LOL.  All gt BF AND GF liao.  hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-2423780261113879280?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/2423780261113879280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-well-exams-like-3-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2423780261113879280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2423780261113879280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-well-exams-like-3-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8571838469258654584</id><published>2009-02-05T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:20:42.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SYsDlc1kfhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1RXzA0hwT8Q/s1600-h/edgsdgsdgss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 617px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SYsDlc1kfhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1RXzA0hwT8Q/s400/edgsdgsdgss.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299333328462446098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXAmsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SYsCZ87cDaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JoGjZmgI-30/s1600-h/DDDD.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8571838469258654584?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8571838469258654584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8571838469258654584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8571838469258654584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SYsDlc1kfhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1RXzA0hwT8Q/s72-c/edgsdgsdgss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-2680649098081989975</id><published>2009-02-05T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:25:36.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Farking Hell , tis week not my day.  WTF ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg pain luh , Exams luh , Pay cut lahz , Kenna Complain during werk la , Teacher tell me i hafta buck up lahz .  Wats more to come ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is " Leg Pain".  Damm , i already went for opreation liao.  Still pain.  Jus fucking kill me better.  Instead of letting me suffer the pain.  Really have to see doctor after my exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh anyone got any sales job not ?? I dun wan MLM.  Any sales job selling things de esp IT stuffs.  I seriously wanna change job luh.  Pay cut , wat to do le ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i think at the time being better dun change job ba due to the economy.  Put up with it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzzz , Tmr hafta go school study again.  dotsssssss.  Exams Exams Exams.  Memorising all the "useless theories" dat i dun understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , i guess exams are part of students life.  Let it be den.  No point complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wan to see DOCTOR FOR MY DAMM LEG.  JUS HATE THE FEELING.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-2680649098081989975?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/2680649098081989975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/farking-hell-tis-week-not-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2680649098081989975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/2680649098081989975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/farking-hell-tis-week-not-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-4177878127674100207</id><published>2009-02-01T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:49:16.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHICH DESCRIBES ME BETTER ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A guy with frequent mood swings , Moodless , a guy who doesnt have feelings ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyways , am i immune to things which are very negative ?? Or do i have the "heck care" attitude ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nowadays i find myself in a world where i feel nuthin at all.  I guess i changed.  I see things differently now.  As compared to last time , once i hit something hard and negative , i will keep on complaining bout how unfair tis world is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But now , when i see dose hard negative things , its just i cant feel a thing.  Who am i now ?? Izzit good or bad ??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When some hard shit hits on me , i find a solution way out.  But i didnt complain.  I accept the fact that , yea , situations occurs around us.  We do live in a world full of endless situations.  And thats why i get used to it and see things differently now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess we must accept the way it is no matter how bad the situation is.  Things always dun go our way as wat we wanted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It can be good and can be bad i guess. And again nobody noes how i feel now ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &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/3311277634825609913-4177878127674100207?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/4177878127674100207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/which-describes-me-better-guy-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4177878127674100207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/4177878127674100207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/02/which-describes-me-better-guy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-523391621635401853</id><published>2009-01-28T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:04:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argzzzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS , EXAMS , EXAMS.. WTH ??? So stress NOW !! TMD stress ar. The only thing can reduce my stress is to go jogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can i talk to when i feel stress ??? none i guess.  Haiz , im in a mood of "Stress".  I jus wish i can really talk to someone whom understands me and really give me support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOODDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-523391621635401853?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/523391621635401853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/argzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/523391621635401853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/523391621635401853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/argzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3490039577714271992</id><published>2009-01-25T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:09:17.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todae woke up at 9am. Hit the park for 2.4km run.  Tiring , shack , breathless all describes me after the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna meet galvin for some window shopping @ TM.  Den after that will be buffet at my cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint it a nice CNY weather where its so windy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXwB3P1_aaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DeESgdvxYdo/s1600-h/DSCN3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXwB3P1_aaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DeESgdvxYdo/s400/DSCN3657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295109310538279330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXwB25v3-4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/kDmqq-BASSE/s1600-h/DSCN3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXwB25v3-4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/kDmqq-BASSE/s400/DSCN3656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295109304607046530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3490039577714271992?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3490039577714271992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/todae-woke-up-at-9am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3490039577714271992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3490039577714271992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/todae-woke-up-at-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXwB3P1_aaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DeESgdvxYdo/s72-c/DSCN3657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3847473947692613083</id><published>2009-01-25T09:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:12:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yest was fun outing with Helen.  Hmmm suppose to meet her at 2pm de lei.  But she late.  LOL.  NVM luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Went Raffles link dere to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mont blanc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; wallet but its too formal.  Den saw an " Agnes B" wallet.  So Agnes B wallet will be my second choice.  Then went to search for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; " Burberry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; wallet.  Wow , Burberry wallet white label dun have in singapore but only in Japan.  So too bad. But if i were to choose between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Burberry white label"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Agnes B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.  I choose burberry despite the price.  But later Helen also found out that "Burberry White label" can only be found in Japan.  Haiz , i wan order online for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Burberry White Label".&lt;/span&gt;  LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hmmm , my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Agnes B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wallet cost 265.50 bucks.  LOL.  After buying my wallet at isetan agnes b shop , went to see some perfumes.  Alot of choices lol.  There's this new "Emporio Armani " perfume.  haha.  Helen told me that cos of the new product thats been launch in SG , the cost will be high.  But overall when i tested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;" Bvlgari" ,"CK", "Emporio Armani"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I still prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bvlgari"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  But Helen prefer guys wearing "CK".  Different ppl diff taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probaly i think i will get my next pay or my "red packet money" den i will buy perfume.  Mayb &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bvlgari".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later acc her for some dresses at a shope beside Isetan.  Not bad le for the dresses , in the end , she dun wanna buy.  I also dunno why.  So cheap and nice stil dun wan.  DOTSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm later that went for dinner at Plaza Sing at "wang Xin " cafe.  Lol.  The food dere ok ok only. LOL.  Its edible.   So chat there till 8pm den decided to find my poly fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bout 10 30 , we hit back to our hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My agnes B wallet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGg4slkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s2iOQuTmm3I/s1600-h/DSCN3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGg4slkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s2iOQuTmm3I/s400/DSCN3646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045801136657986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGbehKBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VvY4EYj02AA/s1600-h/DSCN3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGbehKBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VvY4EYj02AA/s400/DSCN3645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045799684679698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGPGxlwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IPL9YTu4gz4/s1600-h/DSCN3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGPGxlwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IPL9YTu4gz4/s400/DSCN3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045796363867906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGGs9oyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7iCSCE_V0xU/s1600-h/DSCN3643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGGs9oyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7iCSCE_V0xU/s400/DSCN3643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045794108121890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3847473947692613083?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3847473947692613083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/yest-was-fun-outing-with-helen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3847473947692613083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3847473947692613083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/yest-was-fun-outing-with-helen.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIGg4slkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s2iOQuTmm3I/s72-c/DSCN3646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-6795621694227274355</id><published>2009-01-23T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:04:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS FRIDAY , HAHHHAHA , TMR NO WERK. HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tmr going out with Helen , prob meet her during noon since she doesnt have flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES YES YES , i bought my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Emporio Armani" &lt;/span&gt;watch le.  HAPPY.  haha , i negotiate the price till $395.  else i will be spending $485 on dat watch.  Actually wanna Buy " Seiko" watch lei or " Agnes B" watch de.  NVM la . Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm , tmr seeing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burberry &lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agnes b&lt;/span&gt; wallet and perfume.  Mayb shall consider buying.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im quite in a good mood todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be uploading pics wat i bought next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is wat i bought on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJcZ0kOFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w58yJJIxAS0/s1600-h/DSCN3640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJcZ0kOFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w58yJJIxAS0/s400/DSCN3640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294695432988145746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJcFKRz6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/j37V2TfsnWI/s1600-h/DSCN3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJcFKRz6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/j37V2TfsnWI/s400/DSCN3639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294695427442069410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJbzKrmQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mCdV32N7xFE/s1600-h/DSCN3638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJbzKrmQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mCdV32N7xFE/s400/DSCN3638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294695422611921154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJbrfV1UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3NoQzHQW8Q0/s1600-h/DSCN3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJbrfV1UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3NoQzHQW8Q0/s400/DSCN3637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294695420551091522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIqhXZBOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EwhvONRMIFg/s1600-h/DSCN3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIqhXZBOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EwhvONRMIFg/s400/DSCN3647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295046419740689634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIqVn65BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3l7wTBZ0xgw/s1600-h/DSCN3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXvIqVn65BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3l7wTBZ0xgw/s400/DSCN3648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295046416588792850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-6795621694227274355?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/6795621694227274355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-friday-hahhhaha-tmr-no-werk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6795621694227274355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6795621694227274355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-friday-hahhhaha-tmr-no-werk.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SXqJcZ0kOFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w58yJJIxAS0/s72-c/DSCN3640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-1950217063003194185</id><published>2009-01-22T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:00:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaah , What a TIRING DAY for me yesterday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After School , Chiong our mini project as its the last day.  LOL. STRESSSSSSS.  But i can only stay for half an hour only.  Cos I hafta go for Samsung sales meeting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well , took bus to Eunos for meeting.  The meeting quite ok ok only ler.  Flex keep emphazie on our" sales talk" must be terrific .  He then tell us that our sales is not very good for the past 5 months  for another samsung project.  hahahaha.  Oh , the new project will be " Samsung laptop".  I gonna volunteer to sell that stuff since i got the experience in laptops.  haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But anyways , GUESS wats the bad news is ??  Our pay got CUT!!! OMG OMG OMG.  Upon hearing that shit , i sian diao liao.  How the hell can i survive when the pay is so low ??? OMG.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I dunno how to survive lei lol , but there's a balance to every single thing.  Our commission will rise a little.  So yea , gotta really werk hard for sales liao.  "SWEATS OVER ME".   LOL.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH the best thing is our company gives us each a 50 DOLLARS red packet before we left.  HAHHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After meeting took bus back home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-1950217063003194185?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/1950217063003194185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahaah-what-tiring-day-for-me-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1950217063003194185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1950217063003194185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahaah-what-tiring-day-for-me-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8445195667261319482</id><published>2009-01-20T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:07:32.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol.  Couldnt WAKE up on time for my first lesson.  HAHA.  Guess wat ? Teacher mark my attendance lei.  hahahaha.  Some more i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REACH ON THE DOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when teacher call my name when everybody laugh just when i step in2 the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After marking my attendance , i headed for E Quiz.  Well , Mr Tay told me to BUCK THE HELL UP.  haha.  He say i will fail if i dun take my modules seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea true , I didnt take it seriosuly at all.  Cos the moment i see Calculations , damm it , i close my mind.  OH gosh , HOW can dose Good guys study and score distinctions in class ? what kind of herbs did their mother give them ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After E-learning , goes the boring " wafer fabrication" lecture.  I was stoned dere and jus couldnt understand a single shit.  Headed back hme at chris's car.  Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gonna go estate Jogging  soon le.  Hopefully todae can run more than 5km.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged at 5pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8445195667261319482?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8445195667261319482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8445195667261319482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8445195667261319482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8011730471691185555</id><published>2009-01-17T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:52:20.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tis IS TOTALLY A FUCK UP DAY FOR ME. DAMM , EVERYTHING IN TIS GODAMM WORLD is ALL BOUT MONEY.  ALL talking bout money.  I jus feel SO FUCKED UP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GODAMM world is so fucking evil.  When it comes to talking BOUT MONEY , even ur close one will HURT U.  SO FARKING FARK UP.  MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY.  CAN I REALLY FIND A real person dat when it comes to talking bout money does noe wat to sae and wat not to sae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess NO ONE noes my feeling now. ITS jus like anybody who has money has the fucking power.  I hate to become a materialistic person.  BUT damm , its jus my family's influence.  I have been listening to my inner VOICE but yea , still MONEY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have no one to talk to.  I always keep feelings and end up i listen to the other party's story.  WHO THE FUCK CAN I TALK to when im at tis kind of FUCKED UP STAGE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None i guess.  Frens dun care bout wats ur life is , frens jus only care bout theirs.  They only like to talk bout their lifes.  FAMLY dosent FUCKING UNDERSTAND.  FUCK MAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes after work , i feel very dull , shack and moody.  WHO THE FUCK CAN I TALK TO ?? NONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE A FUCK UP DAY FOR ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8011730471691185555?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8011730471691185555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/tis-is-totally-fuck-up-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8011730471691185555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8011730471691185555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/tis-is-totally-fuck-up-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-7164023233577400103</id><published>2009-01-09T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:21:08.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge of the day &lt; From the webbie&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ListContent"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Like many of those around me, I suffered from Zero-Sum thinking. The more money one person has the less someone else has. Zero-Sum thinking creates a hostile social environment and a feeling of helplessness. Zero-Sum may be true in a Kleptocracy but it isn’t true in a free-market. In a free-market, your creations grow the economic pie and everyone benefits.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Money is a token used as intermediary to make trade possible. Today’s currency system all over the world is *ABSOLUTE FRAUD* !!!! Read the following carefully you will never say “free market” exist today anywhere in the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know this because i have seen economy work without paper currency in my village in India in the 1960’s. Paper currency became popular only after 1970 when Govt. forced farmers to accept paper currency using levy system to forcibly buy 50% of the rice production and pay them in paper currency so farmers were forced to accept and use paper currency. Before this, rice was used as currency in our village all traders accepted rice, only when you go to the town the paper currency became the de-facto medium of exchange. People of the village was fully insulated from vagaries paper currency, the traders took the risk of currency value fluctuations due to inflation. Farmers had to content only with the nature, if the weather was good they could produce more rice and they could buy more things. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The energy content of the 1 Kg rice is same even today, where as the value of currency keep changing every day, it is difficult for an average person to keep track of the value of currency. To keep track of value of rice is very easy isn’t it? How will you use a meter scale to measure length, if the length of meter scale keep changing every day? That is why we have standards like meter, kg, sec etc isn’t it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now suppose you have two currencies one the value keep changing every day the other the value is constant, which one will you accept to trade your goods and services? I will only accept the constant value currency, how about you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For a currency to be valid it should be defined in terms of food/fuel or energy and the issuer should have redemption obligation. Redemption obligation is necessary because currency is a token, for tokens to be valid it need to be redeemed with what it represents eg. food/fuel something which humans can really use we can eat food, we can use fuel to produce food got it? Gold cannot be used as a natural currency since it does not have any inherent energy essential for human survival. Gold can become a valid currency only when someone guaranties redemption against food/fuel otherwise it is absolute fake token/currency.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A market becomes “free market” only when a “valid currency” is used for transactions! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now suppose the entire food production in the world is one pizza and someone bought a major chunk with fake currency, then other will have less isn’t it? Economics is a zero-sum game as long as food/fuel production in the world is limited, it can only become non-zero sum only if there is unlimited production of food/fuel. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now to understand why American economy is fully dependent on oil, it takes about 17 calories of energy in USA to produce 1 calorie of food. This means you cannot produce any food without oil import….. or your food production is negative profit business. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To understand more about what will happen if real producers of wealth accept fake paper currency (without redemption obligation) go read this &lt;a href="http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?NewsID=1049554" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?NewsID=1049554&lt;/a&gt; it is not one story do the search your self &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=farmer+suicides+india&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta=" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=farmer+suicides+india&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta=&lt;/a&gt; you will see 1000’s of stories, one farmer is committing suicide every 8 hours in India. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are the farmers who create REAL wealth use less energy to create more energy/food, farming is a positive profit business in India, the energy output &gt; energy input. Then these farmers should be wealthy isn’t it? So why are they committing suicide? think…..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now suppose if these farmers stop accepting fake currency without redemption obligation, all suicides will stop isn’t it? Many so called rich people will start begging on the streets because they don’t have anything of value to buy food they are RICH only because they are part of fake currency racket!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tell us can “free-market” exist without REAL currency with redemption obligation in terms of food/fuel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;Gates: “Gentlemen, you astute, wise,          talented, outstanding, and morally principled managers of today—I can          sell you something that cost me $10 per unit to produce for $400 each.          It’s a little disk with a bunch of zeros and ones on it.”          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;Eisner and Welch Jr., in unison: “Why in the hell would we be stupid          enough to do something like that?”          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;Gates: “Simple. It will enable your secretaries to produce twice as          much work in half the time. In other words, you can fire half your          secretaries—those who helped make your organizations successful in the          first place. And the secretaries who remain will still work the same          hours for the same pay. You will cut your labor costs in half, the stock          of your companies will skyrocket and your grateful shareholders will          reward your managerial brilliance by making you incredibly, fabulously          rich. Not like me, of course, but pretty damn rich.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;“Here’s another wrinkle you’ll love. When your companies start          growing again, Disney will hire the experienced secretaries that GE          fired, and GE will hire the secretaries that Disney fired. Since they          are new employees, they’ll start out at base pay, which has hardly          budged for the past 20 years—and with no benefits. Times are tough for          secretaries these days, you know, with the corporate downsizing and all.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;“Oh yes, with Republicans in control of Congress and Clinton          ap-pointing conservative judges to the courts, you can work your          secretaries’ asses off, and you don’t have to worry about them getting          carpal tunnel syndrome and suing you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;     If you think that this scenario is        far-fetched, read what &lt;i&gt;Barron’s&lt;/i&gt; had to say about “What’s Behind        America’s Trend Towards Widened Income Inequality?”:        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;The revolution in office technology has          broken the back of the market for secretaries and clerks. Robotics has          destroyed whole categories of factory work. These seismic shifts have          meant that millions of people who might otherwise have gotten the blue-          and pink-collar positions in these sectors must now chase what jobs          remain. And an in-creased labor supply generally brings a lower wage.          (Oct. 26, 1998, 55)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Two simple questions: Who got most of the        benefits of all this new technology? Who made all the sacrifices? It was        no accident. It was a matter of naked greed combined with raw political        and economic power. When those with the power divide up the income that        workers generate, it’s a totally zero-sum situation.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-7164023233577400103?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/7164023233577400103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/knowledge-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7164023233577400103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7164023233577400103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/knowledge-of-day.html' title='Knowledge of the day &lt; From the webbie&gt;'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-7565117347579603524</id><published>2009-01-06T23:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:35:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN_zFZeP4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ufjDnNBGdMo/s1600-h/DSCN1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN_zFZeP4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ufjDnNBGdMo/s400/DSCN1765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288210903062167426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: &lt;/span&gt;This is the shop where they sell rifles , HOLY CRAP , i now see the real SNIPER rifle ok.  When i go in , i was like OMG , singapore doesnt have all dose powerful rifles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN_AwqEhHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-h6DoD49kro/s1600-h/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN_AwqEhHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-h6DoD49kro/s400/DSCN1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288210038501180530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: i was alone and i traveled by my sense of direction ok.  With a map on my hand.  I walk to Resident houses and saw some youngsters playing skateboarding.  They are friendly , and they ask me to join them.  LOL.  But guess what , that time i was walking to a park , 2 youngsters approach me for ciggs.  U must be out of ur mind pal.  I thought they wanna do something to me.  Man , its dangerous.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN_AnCr90I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PdO5Ar1-VEU/s1600-h/DSCN1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN_AnCr90I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PdO5Ar1-VEU/s400/DSCN1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288210035920074562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: I pity dose horses luh , tis was in Swiss or France i remembered , So frezzing cold u noe.  But smelly , lol .  I manage to touch the horse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN-_fJKd_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sfv771yPBJQ/s1600-h/DSCN1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN-_fJKd_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sfv771yPBJQ/s400/DSCN1768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288210016619886578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Above: Swiss residential area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; i was alone at that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN-_AOuEGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DbruA_ocYsw/s1600-h/DSCN1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN-_AOuEGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DbruA_ocYsw/s400/DSCN1946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288210008321691746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Above:This is my Hotel , the Very last day at " Novotel"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN9vLJQ2BI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Hc4Pr_hN2Dg/s1600-h/DSCN1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN9vLJQ2BI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Hc4Pr_hN2Dg/s400/DSCN1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288208636862060562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN9J0KLduI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bXHJLmvd4A4/s1600-h/DSCN1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN9J0KLduI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bXHJLmvd4A4/s400/DSCN1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288207995036727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: Tis is Swiss train station for alps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN9JmevSVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EE_Gf0At33Q/s1600-h/DSCN1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN9JmevSVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EE_Gf0At33Q/s400/DSCN1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288207991364864338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Swiss train goin for the alps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN8NmkyzgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kOStqme9fM0/s1600-h/DSCN1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN8NmkyzgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kOStqme9fM0/s400/DSCN1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288206960598109698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: During The Very last day europe in england , me and my parents went shopping.  Its very dirty jus like in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN8NUq91uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wMdn6ds7YMU/s1600-h/DSCN1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN8NUq91uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wMdn6ds7YMU/s400/DSCN1938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288206955792160482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: HAHA , For arsenal fans , tis is arsenal staduim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN7n5vTWGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tAbChOKoGn8/s1600-h/DSCN1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN7n5vTWGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tAbChOKoGn8/s400/DSCN1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288206312907429986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Above and the next 2 pictures : 6am Paris Train station, Freezing cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; at minus 0 degress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN7nmXziZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CMt2vdqJqO0/s1600-h/DSCN1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN7nmXziZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CMt2vdqJqO0/s400/DSCN1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288206307708602770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN7m6gWA5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eaoh6DUg_5k/s1600-h/DSCN1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN7m6gWA5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eaoh6DUg_5k/s400/DSCN1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288206295933256594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Above: We boarded the train for 7am sharp heading to london, WOW , im telling u , its real subsonic , like F1 cars.  U cant actually feel the G-Force.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN636bYOHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lLXD_0Prx84/s1600-h/DSCN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN636bYOHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lLXD_0Prx84/s400/DSCN0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205488458578034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here its all paris. SO NICE . so carefree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN63opq9MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Lr4GxewlG0Y/s1600-h/DSCN0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN63opq9MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Lr4GxewlG0Y/s400/DSCN0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205483686687938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN63Dv9FUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/y0U2dKBDkJ4/s1600-h/DSCN0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN63Dv9FUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/y0U2dKBDkJ4/s400/DSCN0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205473780929858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN6208mZzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TgmZqOFl5H4/s1600-h/DSCN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN6208mZzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TgmZqOFl5H4/s400/DSCN0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205469807437618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN62ZFEJzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qMN0QGFZxHk/s1600-h/DSCN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN62ZFEJzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qMN0QGFZxHk/s400/DSCN0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205462326748978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF IM SO DAMM BLADY RICH , i think i wanan migrate to switzerland.  But i noe its IMPOSSIBLE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5btoi5SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-OVgG_1htH4/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5btoi5SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-OVgG_1htH4/s400/DSCN0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203904476177698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Swiss Alps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5bVDw4sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-wnF3VYY55U/s1600-h/DSCN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5bVDw4sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-wnF3VYY55U/s400/DSCN0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203897879454402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Swiss Alps , was frezzing cold , less than 0 degress.  U see alot of PRO skiers.  They  are risk takers too.  We play snowballs when we reach the top of the mountain.  haha , they sell " Swatch" watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5bWJtHYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RUafr3zgRw8/s1600-h/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5bWJtHYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RUafr3zgRw8/s400/DSCN0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203898172808578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Interlaken town , tis is dusk , at 4 30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5agoOZKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XPfYvKGOszA/s1600-h/DSCN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5agoOZKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XPfYvKGOszA/s400/DSCN0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203883805303970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: Ger mat , Country houses &lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First day after 11 hours of journey on board of singapore airlines, we went to German border for  German sausages , Pork ribs.  WOW.  Its really really apetizing.  People there actually are stress-free.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5acKe4sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/G0saeFvz25E/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN5acKe4sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/G0saeFvz25E/s400/DSCN0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203882606813890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say , Europe is totally different from Singapore.  In France , we see alot of beggars.  People in france tend to look down on chinese especially asians.  Hmmm , but during winter , i gotta say u have to be strong.  U will feel that ur ears , mouth , face getting crack.  Its damm pain.  But among France , Swiss , England , Germany.  I love Swiss the most.  Im telling u , the feeling is so different.  U gotta have a status to live in Swiss cos u need to invest alot of money in swiss bank.  Swiss has a feeling of " Being carefree".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWOFSjiewOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2lEqU3r5wKg/s1600-h/DSCN1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWOFSjiewOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2lEqU3r5wKg/s400/DSCN1802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288216941287096546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im so damm rich right now , i think i will be migrating to Swiss.  But i hope 1 day i will go back dere again.  jus 1 day. Thats my wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually , i didn't travel with my parents , we separated on some trips.  I was traveling with a map , some cash , and my instincts to guide me with direction, plus my camera.  All this pictures i took by myself.  Sometimes being alone makes u feel great. Worries free , No conflicts , No need to entertain , no need to be bothered by people around u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya , In LONDON , u will see lots of " craze" people.  They will take out a bible and stand on a chair and PREACH bout " How great the Lord is".  GOSH.  DUDEs, u must be outta of ur mind man.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last day , we depart for singpore at Heathrow airport.  I tell u , its really really pack and busy man. CHAOS ar.  Security check there too harsh.  But guess wat man , My dad, my sis and my mum got the "Business class " tickets.  LOL.  NOT ME.  NVM.  haha.  But during flight , there's tis business man who talk to me.  He's a japanese.  He told me bout his job and alot.  After arriving at Singapore.  We shook hands and sae" good luck".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-7565117347579603524?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/7565117347579603524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-europe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7565117347579603524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7565117347579603524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-europe.html' title='Missing Europe'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWN_zFZeP4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ufjDnNBGdMo/s72-c/DSCN1765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-7411404071519673032</id><published>2009-01-06T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:54:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNrCm4CRpI/AAAAAAAAADs/Dm5PU0C8zDE/s1600-h/DSCN3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNrCm4CRpI/AAAAAAAAADs/Dm5PU0C8zDE/s400/DSCN3621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288188080002582162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNrCSgubnI/AAAAAAAAADk/wI1AjH1JVQc/s1600-h/DSCN3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNrCSgubnI/AAAAAAAAADk/wI1AjH1JVQc/s400/DSCN3619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288188074536103538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmmm , IF im so damm blady rich , i wanan buy tis watch luh which is the " Girard -Perrgeaux".  So nice.  But me now aiming for a " Emporio Armani" watch luh.  Which is this the "&lt;strong&gt;Emporio Armani AR0154 Classic leather strap gents watch&lt;/strong&gt;" . Where to find tis ???anyone ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNruWjGVWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ui7kY5WwlQA/s1600-h/514N8%2BzMpeL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNruWjGVWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ui7kY5WwlQA/s400/514N8%2BzMpeL._SS400_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288188831534044514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dat time i went out , i saw one of the watch also quite nice , darn , i forgot to note down the number and all.  Its 300++.  Cheap man.  haha.  But was nice.   But also the other time , at orchard , wisma , i saw a " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Armani watch&lt;/span&gt;" cost 700++.  Was abit small , but nice, but too rectangular lei. It cost like 700++.  Rather have guess watches.  Pay come liao , Armani watch is mine man.  Still considering the 700++ or the 300++ de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This watch i seen alot lei.  Not nice de .  Too fake .  But cheap i rememberd.  I jus kind of think that its not nice.  Too plain and fake. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNwVNs_O1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gmwhmv-duaY/s1600-h/41%2BLv0VNGHL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNwVNs_O1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gmwhmv-duaY/s400/41%2BLv0VNGHL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288193897221012306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNwUxwAppI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RNhbqcOLbN8/s1600-h/51D6GR6obFL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNwUxwAppI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RNhbqcOLbN8/s400/51D6GR6obFL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288193889717495442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNwU7C-7oI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AXaE0HeexQU/s1600-h/41%2BLv0VNGHL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNwU7C-7oI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AXaE0HeexQU/s400/41%2BLv0VNGHL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288193892212993666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My previous watch was as shown below. Spoil liao , the strap , cant wear.  LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNtZhJQ11I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dzDwuojLlsI/s1600-h/DSCN3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNtZhJQ11I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dzDwuojLlsI/s400/DSCN3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288190672624473938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNtZPNqkHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZkqmcBLhZ4k/s1600-h/DSCN3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNtZPNqkHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZkqmcBLhZ4k/s400/DSCN3626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288190667811098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-7411404071519673032?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/7411404071519673032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-hmmmm-if-im-so-damm-blady-rich-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7411404071519673032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7411404071519673032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-hmmmm-if-im-so-damm-blady-rich-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNrCm4CRpI/AAAAAAAAADs/Dm5PU0C8zDE/s72-c/DSCN3621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5495924717655717599</id><published>2009-01-06T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:44:50.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well , i gotta say people change.  We should really give people a second chance rather than seeing it as a hopeless case.  Who do i say tis ? Todae in MSN , 1 of my poly fren , alwyn , we chatted bout wats life.  LOL.  Surprisingly , he changed.  He change  to a knowledgeable guy.  Im just surprised he change.  Well , i did admit to him that we were fake to each other last time.  Cos we didnt really like each other.  We put up a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"fake Smile"&lt;/span&gt; on the surface.  But now , i think its a different thing.  Mayb i shld give myself a chance to be " frens" with him.    He change to a better person all cos of his GF.  LOL.  He told me that his GF is the only one who can read his mind and knows him inside out.   WOW.  Wat a lucky guy he is luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm , feel so full.  Had dinner with galvin.  We hit the coffee shop at BLK 139  bout 8pm.  He ordered chicken chop , teh o.  For me , i ordered Fish and Chips and Minced Pork mee.  I think im crazy.  Lol.  Well , later we ordered fries. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNhr-tBSUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/27LaMNodZh4/s1600-h/DSCN3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNhr-tBSUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/27LaMNodZh4/s400/DSCN3605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288177795657189698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty nice luh.  We talk alot.  He told me bout his life in the military.  Was quite knowledgable when he told me stuffs which i didnt know.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i will let the pictures do the talking lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNhrYGgc0I/AAAAAAAAACs/pUvVGEvzF_o/s1600-h/DSCN3603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNhrYGgc0I/AAAAAAAAACs/pUvVGEvzF_o/s400/DSCN3603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288177785295106882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNhrvjYvJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/deoBHPpT3xI/s1600-h/DSCN3604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNhrvjYvJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/deoBHPpT3xI/s400/DSCN3604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288177791590251666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-5495924717655717599?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5495924717655717599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-i-gotta-say-people-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5495924717655717599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5495924717655717599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-i-gotta-say-people-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNhr-tBSUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/27LaMNodZh4/s72-c/DSCN3605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-6209448234451966899</id><published>2009-01-06T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:26:25.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm , went school , learn nuthin again.  I was 1 hr late for my lessons but i did it on purpose.  LOL.  well , after tutorial den goes the E learning.  BORED.  learned nuthin. Its my fault , cos when it comes to study , i close my mind.  But when it comes to money , i open my mind and go forward.&lt;br /&gt;Im being material isnt it ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , took bus and headed home.  Reached home and waited for galvin's call.  Then later we hit Tampines Sports Hall for badminton.  Its been yrs liao.  I think i lost touch of alot of skills.  Hey but its true.  Im good a smashing the shuttle cock but now i really suck at it although the moves and the steps are right there.  Its fun.  We played for an hour den slack at there and talk.  I tell u , my arms are really stiff now.  lol.  Not really very tiring , jus very very de fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next plan next week is to Run abit of fast pace from " Tampines to Pasir Ris and back to Tampines again".  But we also plan to bike to far places like esplanade to anywhere far from our hometown.  Later gonna meet him for dinner liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWM-kmsXkhI/AAAAAAAAACk/LguJsUVoYxI/s1600-h/DSCN3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWM-kmsXkhI/AAAAAAAAACk/LguJsUVoYxI/s400/DSCN3602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288139186045948434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNlBh8HV7I/AAAAAAAAADc/i6G7HuqdA6k/s1600-h/DSCN3608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNlBh8HV7I/AAAAAAAAADc/i6G7HuqdA6k/s400/DSCN3608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288181464427878322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNlBInqmRI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wap4jNPuCCs/s1600-h/DSCN3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNlBInqmRI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wap4jNPuCCs/s400/DSCN3609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288181457631222034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNk_z2yfYI/AAAAAAAAADE/s95KVyBQxP0/s1600-h/DSCN3611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWNk_z2yfYI/AAAAAAAAADE/s95KVyBQxP0/s400/DSCN3611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288181434877640066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice good view from my room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-6209448234451966899?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/6209448234451966899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm-went-school-learn-nuthin-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6209448234451966899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6209448234451966899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm-went-school-learn-nuthin-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SWM-kmsXkhI/AAAAAAAAACk/LguJsUVoYxI/s72-c/DSCN3602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8713120096707531094</id><published>2009-01-04T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:46:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm , another day , i woke up at 7 am .  Dunno wat woke me up ? But todae gonna werk half day , will be meeting eric and gang for soccer.  LOL.  Wow.  Long time no meet le.  So yar , meeting them at 2pm at my hse soccer court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , gotta go bathe now .  working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8713120096707531094?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8713120096707531094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm-another-day-i-woke-up-at-7-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8713120096707531094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8713120096707531094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm-another-day-i-woke-up-at-7-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5011455687236612941</id><published>2009-01-03T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:40:51.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the thing</title><content type='html'>Went to werk at 10 30am.  Everything's jus not goin fine for me.  I had the first customer which is considered as a potential customer to me.  Well , i didnt close it.  Actually he wants the product which i dun have it on site.  But later i check with my collegue and told him that we got the stocks but needs to be ordered.   I did told him that we can discuss the product's price and product knowledge.  And yea , we discussed bout the product knowledge.  But , i didnt manage to close it.  i kept asking myself why.  Did i really follow my instincts ? In fact i didnt , i was thinking logically all the way throughout my sales process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i have a strong feeling that i can close tis customer and a feeling of saying something out.  But i jus dunno why my brain keeps telling me not to tell.  Shld i really follow my instincts or jus logic ? I jus didnt close tis customer.  I feel so lousy.  And all the while  i have been dwelling over tis customer whether i did my speech wrongly , or over confident , or where did i went wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so down , my emotions begin to hijack my mind.  I cant put postitive thoughts into my head.  Jus feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later there's tis  nice collegue of mine told me that i should not dwell over the matter.  He told me to move on.  In fact he's trying to say Dun let ur emotions ruin.  He told me that in sales sometimes its jus rejection that we must face.  But too bad , its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till when i was 1 hr away before goin back , tis customer approach me and sae " Hi , im looking for a Flat LCD screen".  My first thought in my mind was " Damm it , i dun have the one ur looking for".  Later that i quickly turn tis bad thoughts of mine into positive ways.  And later i showed him one of my product which is 19 inch.  And he says" Do u have anything more thinner than tis like dose square ones".  I was like O DEAR.  And i told him that that LCD been face out for some time and its probaly hard to get it from the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later he agrees with my sayings.  And later i said " So sir , since the product u have been looking for has been faced out , why not grab tis opportunity and see my 19 inch product".  Then , I told him bout the product knowledge.  Then comes the price , jus fine and smooth negotiating.  Then i close the deal.  LOL.  Thats where my emotions begin to rise.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later that , got some argument with 1 of my collegues.  We begin to talk bout school den suddenly to sales.  But the thing is that , she's damm defensive.  I told her that sales when u have EQ u can close any deals , anytime , anywhere.  I do agree with u that sometimes its not EQ.  But remember where does ur first instincts comes from and how it is affected ? The answer is Emotions.  For example when ur really desperate for sales , ur emotions are already playing tricks on yr mind.  The more desp u become , the more u tend to push ur product without techniques, the more u say something which the customer feel offended.  Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my collegue say its not EQ , i do agree with her , but she thinks that im wrong.  Therefore ,Conflict goes all the way.  She keeps telling me that she has no wrong in her thinking , i do agree.  But she farking stuborn to hear ppl say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sometimes i feel that human beings are jus plain too dumb smart.  And that includes me.  We think that we are smart.  We tend to talk alot.  But in fact we must accept people's own point of view.  We human beings are being brought up in diffrent background , from different experience , from different races and alot.  We just couldnt say a person that he or she is wrong.  No one is smart in this world.  All come to this world jus to learn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that issue , we must also Put our angles into their angles and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK . REALLY FARKING THINK before making assumptions and comments. &lt;/span&gt; This society really sucks when it comes to handling people.  People dun think before they speak.  People jus think they are right , and dun accept people's viewpoint.  In other words , werking jus sucks man.  Its not the job thats not nice.  Its the people there are jus sucking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-5011455687236612941?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5011455687236612941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5011455687236612941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5011455687236612941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-thing.html' title='What&apos;s the thing'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-6737905401881014811</id><published>2009-01-03T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:49:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of new yr</title><content type='html'>BORING.  Feel very shack during school.  Boring lessons with boring teachers.  Lol.  I also dunno go school study what.  Alot of reports also haven pass up. Then lecture dunno wat she talking.  What the hell im doin ? No interest lei.  Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , after school chatted with some of my poly frens bout life.  Haah.  Alot of things to share with different viewpoints. We learn alot of knowledge.  lol.  Then after 1 hr plus of chatting head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired i slept on bus all the way.  Lol. See how tired i am ? Upon reaching home , I hit stadium for jogging.  Lol.  At least after my jog , my emotions are better.  Then met galvin for dinner.  We call lots of food and chatted there till 12am.    Nice chat.  Alot of things to talk luh.  Like sales , His Military Life , Life , Guys stuffs , gals..  Alot .  Feel so nice to have a chat with my childhood fren.  Haah , its really nice to noe that i still got a fren like that who really understand each other.  Where can find ppl und u de ?? Hard lo.   I think the one truly understands u is the one who noes ur inside out.  Be it good or bad.  I just feel so great after talking to him.  U noe he's my childhood fren till now.  We got lots of topic to talk to.  Endless topic.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next plan is to go bike , jogging more than 5km , play badminton , and eat pizza lol. Sounds great.  But i gotta see when i free. Im abit of workaholic.  LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i hit back home at 12 05am.  Sians tmr goin werk.  Jus wish Money can drop down from heaven .  1 word to describe me now " SIANSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-6737905401881014811?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/6737905401881014811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-day-of-new-yr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6737905401881014811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6737905401881014811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-day-of-new-yr.html' title='Second day of new yr'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3940730134373939189</id><published>2009-01-02T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:11:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown on new yr eve's for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sup man ! Its the year 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; , for all folks down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;,  if u dun have a yr New Yr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resoultion&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; get 1 and get a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well , this year celebration was different from other times.  I celebrated with A bunch of newly made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.  Jennifer ask me to join her and some of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; for the countdown.  Wow , pretty nice of her to ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.  This yr countdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; celebrate with my other old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.  Well , i dun care also , say wanna call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; call.  I dun give a shit.  U all got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; own life , i got my own , so its up to u all to call or not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; comes and goes.  No matter how much effort u put into the friendship circle , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; dun appreciate.  We humans take things for granted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now , i take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; casually  , i dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wanan&lt;/span&gt; put in so much brain power into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;.  Not worth the try.  Rather put it in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;werk&lt;/span&gt;.  Jennifer told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; give and dun expect anything in return. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. How great is she ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story , Jennifer actually ask me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; to go for the countdown.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; surprised cos she's not dose people who take initiative.  But so i did say " YES".  Later she told me that , got other frens of her joining us too.  So yar , i did say " OK".  The funny part is , she told me to chill before joining her and her frens.  hahahah .  She told me cos first meet up very weird.  I think is ur emotions ba.  Well , to meet up at first , dun let urself affect by ur emotions.  I didnt actually feel werid and pressured .  Confidence and just being yourself is very very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During meet up , i met some of her frens , all are friendly.  Pretty friendly ppl i would say.  Nuthin much , but we chatted alot.  So the clock strikes 12am , cheers and roarings  from the crowd and fireworks&lt;&gt; begin to strike.  Well , when i see those fireworks , it reminded me of " LA disneyland".  It was so touching and ppl dere are much more jovial , caring , friendly than in singapore.  But anyways , its jus fireworks , i dun feel anything at all.  But the gals are enjoying themselves. LOL.  Gals like tis kind of stuffs huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks , we decided to get down to Boat Quay for drinks.  But guess wat ? We didnt get into the PUB.  The drinks cost are too high and full house.  How to get in ??  But another thing was , Jennifer was the leader of the tour.  LOL.  Well , she's so ke lian luh.  Everything she also decide.  Everything she do also.  But i did ask her whether she feel pressured.  She said no.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How come eh ?&lt;/span&gt; But she didnt noe that all of our eyes are upon her.  She couldnt decide which is the right one for us ? lol.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey gal , wanna be a leader ar ? Take up leadership course lo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm , im telling u , she very jia lat , more than 10 ppl are having their eyes on her.  But did she realise that she's affecting other ppl's emotions too ? ppl dere are becoming bored and tired.  But she really couldnt make decisions. lol.  This shit is hitting hard on her.  But i ask her how she feels , she said that she's great.  Lol. But i didnt get mad at her , cos i do understand her at the point of time.  She actually put herself IN EACH AND EVERYONE OF US in our shoes.  Haha , lucky i noe her abit how her personality is thru online , else, i will be fuming mad. LOLx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey jen , i probaly think tis is ur first experience luh.  So take it as a learning experience ba.  But the fact that u didnt realise we are counting on u to make decisions , im jus " SURPRISED".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i didnt really get a chance to chat with her during meet up.  Its hard.  Cos gals are having their galish talk, so its rude to just cut into it.  But guess wat , i tried to find opportunity to talk to her to get to noe her more.  I DID .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me alot alot alot of things luh.  The way she told me is that , she wants to see her loved ones being loved.  She jus gives ppl happiness but ask for no return.  haah . Can anyone do tis ? I guess not. Probably i guess she's been thru alot.  She also advice me to  change my mindset.  LOL.  Its a good try and i really really appreiciate it.   But its hard luh.  To actually love someone is hard.  I would rather heck care tis kind of stuffs.   U noe its hard. In this society , treat ppl good comes to no good de.  Be it at werk , frens or anywhere.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But sometimes u have to see the situation to treat ppl good esp some point of times during work.   I mean really see the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing dat really surprise me is that , an 18 gal can really think that far?? Izzit true ??  I mean come on , any 18 gals or guys have really really thought bout what is life and society and what are ur goals ?? Anyone ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What she told me i actually remembered  it  but rest assured ,   ur words didnt fall on deaf ears .  HAHA.  Its jus the more i talk to her the more i can see and feel that she's  very " Emotional" person. She also said " EQ" is important. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VERY TRUE&lt;/span&gt;  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY ,when it comes to tis kind of " LIFE" topic , she really can give u an emotional preaching talk.  Folks out there , if u think that church is boring when talking bout life, den ask for "Jennifer".  She can give u a 100 percent emotional speeching.  Mayb it makes u sobs just like korean dramas.   LOL. OPPS.  &lt;/span&gt;Oh ya , and when she's preaching no need bible de.  So ladies and gentleman down dere , if i were u , i wun attend chruch.  HAHAHAHAH.  So miss Yu zhen , i now offically gives u the postion of " Street Preacher".  OK ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So after spending so much time with the rest.  Headed back home and " Prepare for work".  Acutally i overslept.  But i took half day off from my work and cabbed back hme to sleep and woke up at 3 in the morning the next day.  I took halfday cos i felt dat , my emotions are destroying my sales talk and all.  Jus makes me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;haha , anyways , Best wishes to u all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3940730134373939189?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3940730134373939189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-on-new-yr-eves-for-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3940730134373939189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3940730134373939189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-on-new-yr-eves-for-2009.html' title='Countdown on new yr eve&apos;s for 2009'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-7129868486897795466</id><published>2008-12-31T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:26:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus give me a break.</title><content type='html'>Well , after the six days of roadshow event.  I gotta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sae&lt;/span&gt; i got a feeling of satisfaction. I sold more than 50 sets.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad news was that i gotta get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;werk&lt;/span&gt; on sat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; a day rest ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so shack.  i got no voice left ,  my legs were stiff.   But well , i needed money so i left with no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; think that ? working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; sucks.  So tiring.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; society if u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wanan&lt;/span&gt; live happily, u gotta have money.  Yea , its true.  When u got money , a sense of happiness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; comes around u.  When u dun have money , its sad , its not nice to ask my parents for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , it was then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;.  Well , i was deployed to courts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;megastore&lt;/span&gt;.  wow , i tell u there are lots of politics among others but not me.  Thank god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There u can see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of cunning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.  Well , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; is society and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; we call it " the real world".  They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; really cunning bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt; , come to think of it , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; makes me think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; society &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; sucks. No matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; we are doing , we must learn fast , think fast , react fast.  Else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; will be eating u up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;TIS&lt;/span&gt; SOCIETY really sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;werking&lt;/span&gt; place , there are bunch of cunning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; around us.  yes , its true.  But have u met some really nice guy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; . I did when i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;werking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;aslo&lt;/span&gt; told me the same thing , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt; life all about.  He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;werking&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;NCS&lt;/span&gt;.  And he told me that he's quite happy with his job though he's under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of pressure.  We chat and chat since there's no sales.  In everything that we talk from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;werking&lt;/span&gt; to materialistic gals to " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; back home". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , there are things in life we gotta face.  There are countless challenges ahead of us.  Saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; is easy but when it comes to action its hard.  But all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; while i have been trying to put positive thoughts into my head whenever i face something uneasy.  I keep telling myself i gotta work towards my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; part time job , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; a part time sales promoter , i keep telling myself to learn as much as i can.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Haah&lt;/span&gt; , but i talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; that really understands me.  They said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not wrong and crazy, cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; working towards my goal.  These are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who really understand bout what's life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;wat's&lt;/span&gt; the meaning of challenges.  Thanks to them who give me positive comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time of chatting , its time for us to head back home.  But guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; , my leader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;saes&lt;/span&gt; i can rest the next day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;whahahahah&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so happy upon seeing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks to him else u will be seeing me in the hospital.  But another bad news , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; tell me that sch start on Monday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;SIANSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;.  I rather work.  The thing is that when we wanna go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;werk&lt;/span&gt; , we feel like studying.  But when studying , we wanna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;werk&lt;/span&gt;.  Humans are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;contradicting&lt;/span&gt;. Thats why its not eazy to catch human minds.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson:  Do u dare to face challenges ahead of our lives ?? Yes or No ?? Saying it from the mouth is easy , But when u are in that situation its hard.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Both of ur minds are fighting.  Emotional minds Versus Logical Mind.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-7129868486897795466?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/7129868486897795466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/jus-give-me-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7129868486897795466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/7129868486897795466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/jus-give-me-break.html' title='Jus give me a break.'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-668251016477647162</id><published>2008-12-22T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:55:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craze sales at EXPO makes me feel tired</title><content type='html'>First day of sales not dat bad , but after christmas im gonna blog my results.  First day was fun actually , but kinda abit stressful.  Gotta keep pushing and pushing.  Hhaah .. an experience lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , work from 10am -10pm everyday.  Werk like 12 hrs only get like 20 mins break den go chiong for sales.  Lolx. Hardwork pays off.  But ITS DAMM BLADY HELL TIRING.  Some customers are really morons. Some ask stupide qns.   But i get use to it liao cos this is not the  first time i do sales.  lol.  Right now my leg hurts like hell .  Keep standing and hunting for potential customers.  Not easy man ,Gotta keep urself alert and  gotta be fast , else sales taken by others.  But its fun werking with my collegues.  I do learn from my seniors.  Thanks to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to my cosy bed soon le ..Will blog bout wat happen during dose 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson : Hard work pays off .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-668251016477647162?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/668251016477647162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/craze-sales-at-expo-makes-me-feel-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/668251016477647162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/668251016477647162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/craze-sales-at-expo-makes-me-feel-tired.html' title='Craze sales at EXPO makes me feel tired'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5486529448420376299</id><published>2008-12-19T21:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:55:22.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="subject"&gt;Is it possible to have a high IQ but lack "street smarts" or "common sense"?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have noticed that many people who have jobs that seemingly require high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IQs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; such as physicists, professors, analysts at Investment banks, etc. seem to lack basic common sense, but many people with jobs that would probably only require an average level of intelligence such as car salesmen seem to be rather sharp and "quick witted". Any thoughts on this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The jobs you mentioned require different skill sets. Different types of intelligence measures are designed for abilities such as memory and retention or speed with which a person learns. I wouldn't necessarily want someone to operate on me just because they can learn material fast. I would want someone to operate on me because they have the experience in the situation to perform reliably. The intelligence quotient is a comparison between a person and other people dependent on age. A higher IQ means that the person performs in learning settings better(at a higher age) than other people of that person's age. Yes, it is possible. A person who has always lived in a cold environment might not know that when they go to a warmer climate that they need to store their food in air-tight containers to prevent insects from becoming part of their food supply even if the person scored incredibly high on an IQ exam(even though a child who has lived in a warm setting should know what the adult didn't know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sharp and quick-witted is more of a personality trait aided by some level of intelligence. That said, there are plenty of people with very high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IQs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who have no "street smarts" because they have never needed them, while there are those who have only average intelligence but live in a world where they would be doomed without those "street smarts" or common sense. Think of the world inhabited by a research scientist versus the world of the used car salesman. HOWEVER, just because someone decides to work in a field such as sales, service, or whatever, does not preclude their having a high IQ. They may have never had the opportunity to further their education; they may just dearly love the field of work they are in; or they may choose their work based on it enabling them to do something they'd rather do - sports, travel, family, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My friend's mother works at Johns Hopkins and she always says that as intelligence goes up common sense goes down. I also think that IQ is a poor measurement because we are deciding what is deemed intelligent. People with high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IQs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are also said to have low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EQs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I definitely think it is possible. No one is perfect at everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Really? I've noticed quite the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Professors, physicists, and doctors all seem very sharp and "quick witted".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People with average level intelligence just seem like they have average level intelligence! That's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But yes, it is possible to have a high IQ but low "street smarts". But that's probably because they didn't spend a whole lot of time socializing as kids. Street smarts is easier to develop than an actual high IQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After reading some answers here and thinking about it, it may come down to our own comfort zones. Some people are extroverted and others are introverted. Some people may not feel comfortable in social situations because there is so much unknown. In the academic world, it's a safer environment in a way because you are judged at what you can do. In the social world, you are judged on many other attributes such as looks and how you present yourself. There is a lot you cannot control in the social environment. In the academic environment, a person can have more control. I think it's personality. Some people thrive in ever changing environments and others thrive more in controlled environments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There are plenty of kinds of intelligence, and book smart and the ability to do well on a written test is just one kind. There is emotional intelligence, common sense, people skills, etc. that may be lacking in someone with a high IQ, or could be part of the package. Any combination is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;IQ is hardly a measure of intelligence, look up Alfred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Binet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a psychologist), he believes that intelligence can, quite clearly be increased, no-one has a fixed intelligence level. I've also noticed that my IQ level fluctuates over time and between test so i seriously doubt their validity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah I got street smarts, they can handle people well and am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;usualy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; high energy. People respect me, come to me for help, and view me as someone who ...pretty much know what they're doing. I would probably get a low score on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; test because I would get a headache just from looking at the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;din't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really answer your question but... it's something to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yep - I know lots of people like that. High levels of education do not automatically equate to high levels of emotional intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From my viewpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUusWbGFIZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U6ow4Mv4Q74/s1600-h/Ur+fired.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUusWbGFIZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U6ow4Mv4Q74/s400/Ur+fired.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281504489252397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We have a lot of intelligence. For example: Emotional intelligence , Persuasion Intelligence , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pratical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Intelligence , Social Intelligence , Intelligence Quotient .  Simply said , intelligence are knowledge.  Smartness is applying the knowledge into the real world.  Human beings have different kinds of intelligence else we would not be surviving in this " Tough real world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQ is the ability to something like maths like logical thinking.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dunoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how to explain that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can become a streetwise , as long as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; willing to learn.  In fact everyday we are learning , be it at home , interacting , watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  We are learning every minutes of our given life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Streetwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like i did mention on the previous post.  It is not a set of skills.  It is a learn experience skills. TAKE NOTE " LEARN EXPERIENCE SKILLS". Street  Wise can be taught by working.  Any work will do.  Each job teaches us a lesson.  Why working ??  Cos during work , u will meet different kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , any kinds.  U also meet some bosses who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fair.  U encounter situations which the school doesn't teach u.  So when u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;werk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , u experience that situation.  So next time when the same situation comes u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how to think fast and react fast.  Streetwise are learn from the environment , and people around u.  When we interact , we are exchanging knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;exapmle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , i met really smart teachers before.  Some are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; intelligent.  WHY ?&lt;br /&gt;Smart teachers tend to win students heart into studying , i dunno how to explain here.  Smart teachers knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the students are thinking.  In my poly life , i only met 2 smart teachers.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; strict at all alright. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the way we as a student functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, Intelligent teachers are very knowledgeable.  Dun u find that some lectures are talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;them self&lt;/span&gt; although they seems to have the knowledge ??? Dun u find that some subjects &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; interesting at all , but still , Smart lecturers , win students heart ?? Notice the difference ??  Cos smart teachers are experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Different&lt;/span&gt; jobs require &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; types of intelligent.  Just like my brother in law.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;werks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a " Fund Manager" .  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kind of job needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Financial&lt;/span&gt;  intelligence  which is knowledge . WHY ?? cos he needs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when the market is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up and what are the turn over rates etc . After gaining experience , when the same situation hits upon him , and his instincts and intuition tends to tell him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; " OK , i met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; situation before , i must approach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; situation with caution." And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; smartness cos he experience before and he noes what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Whereas&lt;/span&gt; , a doctor MIGHT be knowledgeable but when he/she's is being ask to operate a patient.  He tends to have shaky hands , and have no idea which part of the veins to cut.  He/She is intelligent but he might not have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;pratical&lt;/span&gt; skills cos he/she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people have been confusing smartness with intelligence.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; the difference now ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Streetsmart&lt;/span&gt; is the ability to survive in the real working world.  Its taught in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;werk&lt;/span&gt; experience.  u gotta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;sae&lt;/span&gt; i gotta keep learning in life.  Sure , we got fears , we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fall &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  But its hard,  i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;. I and some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; are experiencing that now.  So when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of IQ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; smart.  U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3311277634825609913-5486529448420376299?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5486529448420376299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/intelligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5486529448420376299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5486529448420376299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/intelligence.html' title='Intelligence ??'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUusWbGFIZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U6ow4Mv4Q74/s72-c/Ur+fired.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3545387340252829695</id><published>2008-12-19T16:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:30:42.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Friday afternoons</title><content type='html'>Well toade nuthin to do at hme .  I woke up at 11am , and hit bedok resevoir for jogging.  Lolx. Nice weather to jog le.  haah.  I run more than 5km.  Hey its not ez man.  U need to have good stamina and good breathing technique.  Sad le , i jog alone if not i would be running with my jogging kaki.  Haha. He went for operation where his ears got infected by dunno what.  Guess whats the most interesting part during jogging.  HOLY FARK , after i hit the sign 5km i still jog but im too tired to breathe thru my nose so i open my mouth and jog.  Guess wat , an insect jus swoop down from the surrodings and enters my throat . DIRECTLY OK .&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; HELLO , I GOT THE PRIZE FOR 1 MILLION DOLLARS FROM " FEAR FACTOR" where i eat insects ok.&lt;/span&gt; WTH.  I stop by the road and TRY to vomit it out but i cant  cos i was panting and breating heavily.  But it jus feel like " eeeksss".  But nvm i let it go and happily digested the insect.  If im not wrong its kinda big , the size of 50 cents ok.  Fear Factor shld hire me ba.  I should expect their calls sooner or later.  Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways , went back and eat lunch den bathe den slack at room to watch TV.  haah. Theres tis show called " 101 incredible celebrity slimdown".  very nice show.  Woah actually now i know Gwen stafani is kinda fat man.  Lolx.  But she puts in effort to slim down.  Right now she has dat " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT BLONDE LOOKS&lt;/span&gt;" but still cant be compared to paris hilton.  Paris Hilton has dat " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bitchy looks&lt;/span&gt;" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what , Gals love geroge coloney, hey actually he's fat in the past.  Yea i agree , he looks very smart and hot.  Although he looks old but i think he looks kinda attractive.  Lolx.  MARRY HIM GALS.  Lolx.  jokes aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , after that really nuthin to do so i decided to plae games "America Army".  I will let the pictures do the talking ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfbWrxgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/HTJRKb2XxeE/s1600-h/America+Army+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfbWrxgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/HTJRKb2XxeE/s400/America+Army+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281419911572324642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfb2oy62I/AAAAAAAAABs/vpoDR0_dJoY/s1600-h/America+army+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfb2oy62I/AAAAAAAAABs/vpoDR0_dJoY/s400/America+army+5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281419920149769058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfboaQDoI/AAAAAAAAABk/Qgz8wgSW1Xw/s1600-h/America+army+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfboaQDoI/AAAAAAAAABk/Qgz8wgSW1Xw/s400/America+army+4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281419916330667650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfbvjeCBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EmIR6dLtPIc/s1600-h/America+army1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfbvjeCBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EmIR6dLtPIc/s400/America+army1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281419918248380434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfbokqlgI/AAAAAAAAABU/E5XzPsFzeE4/s1600-h/America+army+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfbokqlgI/AAAAAAAAABU/E5XzPsFzeE4/s400/America+army+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281419916374349314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;JOKE OF THE DAY FOLKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="subject"&gt;A very smart salesman?&lt;/h1&gt;                   &lt;div class="content"&gt;A neatly dressed salesman stopped a man in the street and asked -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sir, would you like to buy a a bottle of this mouthwash for $200.00?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghast, the man said, "are you NUTS?, that's robbery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman seemed hurt and then tries again -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sir, since you are a bit irate, I'll sell it to you for 1/2 price at $100.00? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man replies bluntly - "you must be crazy pal, now go away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman then reaches into his briefcase and pulls out 2 brownies and begins munching away on one of them. He tells the irate guy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sir, please share one of my brownies since I have annoyed you so much". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrapping the brownie, the guy takes a bite; suddenly, the guys spits it out and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HEY," he snarled, "this brownie tastes like crap!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It is," replied the salesman. "Wanna buy some mouthwash?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3545387340252829695?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3545387340252829695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-friday-afternoons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3545387340252829695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3545387340252829695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-friday-afternoons.html' title='Boring Friday afternoons'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUtfbWrxgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/HTJRKb2XxeE/s72-c/America+Army+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8360173212024121897</id><published>2008-12-19T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:22:46.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About IAP complaints from 1 of my fren name Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Well , i chatted with anonymous ..cant spit out the company name ar ...cos later he kana fire..i dun wanna burn him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , from the start he complain to me bout fark up IAP , so well as his fren i listen.  HOLY CRAP its my turn next semester .  Back to story.  He saes that he werks as a electrical engineer drafter , where he needs to draw circuit using a program called " NX , autocad" . Well , from what i can understand is that he has to stare at the computer screen and draw lines circles  from office hrs.  Can u imagine sitting at the desk doin "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NO LIFE&lt;/span&gt;" job for the whole blady 9 hrs.  Dats crap man.  wah if i were him , i take MC , i rather do sales.  Right now he's in sales line as part time selling insurance.  Eh lets wish him good luck and become a good salesman.  I believe he can learn and 1 day seeing him on the streets dealing with clients and he will write a book on "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The art of closing deals part 2"&lt;/span&gt;.  LOL ..jokes aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering is a job whereby u use IQ , u use logic to interpret ur werk , and u use 1 part of the brain only , no fun.  Muz use alot ma .  Den can sharpen ur thinking.  If its for sales engineer den of cuz mus use alot.  From what i heard , alot of china and malaysia ppl come to singapore for tis engineering job.  We seldom see china ppl doin business , i mean seldom .  Its true , alot of china and malaysia ppl come to polytechnic to study our engineering courses.  But they are smart ppl man.  Real smart alright.  Most of the china student are good in programming and physics.  There are a couple of students from malaysia who are good in maths.  haha. But well , we do learn from each other.  Each of us has its own intelligence.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So nv look down alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats next ??  tis fren of mine who complains bout his " shitty little job" keep ask me to go out and plae lol . HEY sorry lei , its not i dun wan. Im werking.  lolx.  So i just hope that he has his direction in life .  A salesman or a engineer or a pimp ??? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur in sales wat i can tell u is dat strive hard , learn fast and instincts.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO U . &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;STUDY HARD FOR UR insruance test .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Hey&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DUN SELL INSURANCE TO ME LEI . IF U SELL INSURANCE TO ME , I SELL LCDs to u wor&lt;/span&gt;..  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAH ..Jokes aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;here are 4 quotes for u :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Learn fast , think fast , hardwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-working as what is not a major problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-working as wat u LOVE  is what makes  you happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD luck to u "Anonymous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually he's my poly fren haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8360173212024121897?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8360173212024121897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-iap-complaints-from-1-of-my-fren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8360173212024121897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8360173212024121897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-iap-complaints-from-1-of-my-fren.html' title='About IAP complaints from 1 of my fren name Anonymous'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-5713064008091314693</id><published>2008-12-18T21:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:00:06.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage &lt; From some of my frens &gt;</title><content type='html'>Well , what is marriage ?? Anybody ?? For money or for love ??&lt;br /&gt;Would u marry for money ?? are your naked eyes deceiving ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays as u walk down the street, u see guys dat aint good looking with a good looking gal. Have u ever give it some thought ?? Well , wat i personally think that Singaporean gals are materlistic.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;0 percent of the gals will go for money than love.  hey dun get offended gals.  i said 80 percent . The other 20 percent are rare. &lt;/span&gt; All tis are not lies but are facts.  Ask any SG guys between 20-40, they will tell u the same thing.  Dat is the fact of Singapore life.  When u jus flash ur " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUCCI&lt;/span&gt;" wallet on the table , gals will be staring at you.  U nv noe it.  I met some ppl who are like that. When u ask an age 17 gal whether money is important they say "NO". WHY ?? cos they really haven gone thru life yet .  Money is so hard to earn.  U have to earn from ur blood and sweat.  But its different when u ask a 21 yrs.  HEY i ask alot.  Guess wat ?? mostly sae " yes , money".  even my past collegues saes " i hope to find a BF dat has a car , cash etc...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was doin sales , i met alot of customers that the guy is so blady old and the gal is yung  but me and my collegues can see that that guy is loaded.  NO SHIT alright.  We take a good look at the watch he wears.  The way a rich person speaks is different.  U can sae im wrong.  But u can feel it.  There are alot of gals who go for money den love itself.  Its not wrong cos singapore society needs 5Cs to survive.  Ask any gals and guys at the age of 19-45 , they will tell u that they think money is a NEED. i myself think so too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes good marriage ??? "Love" or " simply for the love for $" ??? And are ur naked eyes deceiving that a guy before marriage and after marriage ?? So who is the winner ?? Gals marry guys for money ?? Guys before marriage have some motive ?? who's the winner ?? Or simply said Do working woman love guys to be smart ?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smart makes money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ARTICLE FROM THE WEBBIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://twinkythots.wordpress.com/2007/07/03/are-sg-girls-materialistic/" title="Permalink for : Are SG Girls Materialistic?"&gt;Are SG Girls Materialistic?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;July 3, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;em class="info"&gt;Posted by WishBoNe in &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/career/" title="View all posts in Career" rel="category tag"&gt;Career&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/family/" title="View all posts in Family" rel="category tag"&gt;Family&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/food-and-drinks/" title="View all posts in Food and Drinks" rel="category tag"&gt;Food and Drinks&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/friendship/" title="View all posts in Friendship" rel="category tag"&gt;Friendship&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/random-thoughts/" title="View all posts in Random Thoughts" rel="category tag"&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/relationships/" title="View all posts in Relationships" rel="category tag"&gt;Relationships&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/romance-love/" title="View all posts in Romance/ Love" rel="category tag"&gt;Romance/ Love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://twinkythots.wordpress.com/2007/07/03/are-sg-girls-materialistic/trackback/" title="trackback url"&gt;trackback&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;        &lt;p&gt;A comment &lt;a href="http://sicarii.wordpress.com/2007/07/02/national-service-uniforms-men-women-and-sissies/"&gt;here states that Singaporean women are materialistic&lt;/a&gt;. I wonder if the &lt;a href="http://www.xsmatter.com/content/view/23/"&gt;progress of this country&lt;/a&gt; has made the women materialistic. It has often been in &lt;a href="http://twinkythots.wordpress.com/2007/04/27/we-are-not-equal-after-all/"&gt;discussion that men and women are equa&lt;/a&gt;l of some sorts. Women should be able to work and still clean the house after a hard day’s work while the men should be able to enjoy the warm home-cooked meal after a hard day’s work. Now that women are able to study, women should be doing what men does, here, men complete NS and so must the women too. Then they will not complain about sissy men and all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just last week, a colleague was stating the cost of his wedding, estimated to be 25k for the dinner itself. The cost of the flat and renovation have not been factored in yet. Why such a high cost? Parents prefer 9 course dinner. Hotels and restaurants charge peak rates for dinners held during the weekends. That’s where they rake in the money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although being a &lt;a href="http://www.sha.tc/2007/06/05/blog/am-i-more-eligible-if-im-a-millionaire.html"&gt;filthy rich guy&lt;/a&gt; may make you “hotter” than those handsome but poor guys, it doesn’t make sure the girl stays with you if you ain’t got the character. Mindsets here have not changed by leaps and bounds. Guys still have to pay for the majority of the wedding, it’s no wonder the marrying age is getting older and why girls are dating those old men with cash to spare. They don’t get married too old. That’s for some girls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A materialistic girl is someone who will stay with that guy only when he can lavish gifts and expensive holiday trips on her. Once, he hits a low, expect her to disappear. This &lt;a href="http://theorangeox.blogspot.com/2007/06/guys-how-to-attract-girl.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, however, degrades the guy’s perspective.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://twinkythots.wordpress.com/2007/07/03/are-sg-girls-materialistic/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A QNS ??? WHAT IS MARRIAGE ?? HOW DO U MAINTAIN A RELATIONSHIP DAT LAST ?? JUS FOR MONEY THAT WILL LAST , IS THAT SO , WHY ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mayb wrong but wat i seen is alot ...So gals and Guys give Comments  ...jus leave ur comments right down ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-5713064008091314693?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/5713064008091314693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/marriage_18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5713064008091314693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/5713064008091314693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/marriage_18.html' title='Marriage &lt; From some of my frens &gt;'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3473204928731866373</id><published>2008-12-18T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:17:57.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping quiet is a success &lt; saes Trump&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="banner-description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will get them the job - learning or leadership; book smarts, street smarts or skills; business savvy, short skirts or common sense; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Everyone's an armchair MBA with The Apprentice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE ARE THE THINGS FOR SOME READERS IF UR INTERESTED IN THE REAL DEAL BUSINESS!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some interesting point about the boardroom.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;1. Most of them keep quiet as the previous contestants       always do. That is the recipe of success.&lt;img src="http://www.solarstreak.com/apprentice6/pix/apprentice6_boardroom1.jpg" align="right" border="0" height="723" width="300" /&gt;       Sometimes I think that it's better to keep quiet because       once you say something wrong, you're on the hot seat. When       Trump asked Frank how he thinks about Martin, and he       answered 'brilliant', Trump started to feel unhappy. Next       time you want to say such thing, put a 'but' at the end       before Trump interrupt.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;2. Two of the contestants think that Martin and Frank       should be fired. It seems like everyone expect double (or       quadruple) elimination to happen sooner or later. It seems       like a good answer. But I think it is lame and they were       playing it safe. Maybe when next time you are in the hot       seat, you will hope that you never say that.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;3. Frank stumble too fast. He should realize that he lose       by 200. It's not really a huge different and he should draw       the line that the reason of losing is not because of the       management or whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;4. On the other hand, Martin should talk less. I was       wondering, why did I find his speech was so not interesting,       and his proverb sounded awkward. Oh, maybe because the       background music wasn't on his side. And this is reality tv.       Do you ever wonder why they don't make any reality tv       related to literature, history subject and nerds, except in       Beauty and The Geeks, but still it's not the show about 'who       want to be a geeks'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Randal and Rebecca each chose three previously fired candidates to join them for this season's final project. Randal picked Josh, Mark, and Marshawn to work with him at Excel. Rebecca selected James, Chris, and Toral to join her at Capital Edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each team had three days to plan and run a charity fundraiser.&lt;/strong&gt; Rebecca's event was the Yahoo! All-Star Comedy Benefit, hosted by Joe Piscopo, to raise money for the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation. Randal's event was the Outback Steakhouse VIP Softball Challenge, a celebrity softball game to raise money for Autism Speaks. Rebecca's event would take place at BLVD, a Manhattan restaurant. Randal opted for Keyspan Park, a minor-league baseball field in Coney Island. The team that produced the most successful all-around event would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week's episode ended on the eve of the events.&lt;/strong&gt; Who will win and who will lose? We have to wait for next week's season finale to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode offered great lessons about project planning. Let's take a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Randal segmented his event into three distinct phases&lt;/strong&gt; - tailgating, the softball game, and a party - he established a clear structure to orient his team's operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give people the big picture.&lt;/strong&gt; When they have a clear context for what they are doing, they won't wander off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Capital Edge hired an event marketing company to help plan the details,&lt;/strong&gt; they took steps to make sure they were not missing any of the basics of event hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hire experts.&lt;/strong&gt; Sure, you' re smart. But when time is short you need expert advice based on real-world experience to make things come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randal blew it when he told Mark to postpone a meeting with one of the announcers,&lt;/strong&gt; who would provide humorous commentary at the ballgame. Randal apparently believed it was more critical for Mark to go shopping for party supplies with the rest of the team. When the shopping trip dragged on, Mark had to cancel the meeting altogether. As a result, the team lost critical information that might have made their event a standout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make strategic team assignments.&lt;/strong&gt; Meeting with one of the game commentators was more critical than buying megaphones. You have to make the right choices about what people will do, especially when time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Randal refused to rent extra tents to protect all his event's attendees if it rained,&lt;/strong&gt; he invited disaster. As this episode was ending, the forecast changed and heavy rains were predicted for event day. Yet Randal was still waffling about renting the extra tents that could prevent a catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anticipate the worst.&lt;/strong&gt; The ability to prepare for everything that can go wrong often separates those who survive from those who don't. Why court disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Piscopo called Capital Edge on the eve of the event to say that due to union regulations,&lt;/strong&gt; he would be unable to host it. When they got that news, Rebecca and her team moped around instead of snapping into action. They seemed to be adrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go ahead and panic.&lt;/strong&gt; Rebecca and her teammates should have been calling everybody they knew who could have helped them secure a replacement for Piscopo. Overreacting is sometimes the smartest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; The "Final Four" were Randal and Rebecca at Excel and Alla and Felisha at Capital Edge. The teams created a 60-second promotional video for Microsoft Office Live Meeting, a new software package that allows people in different locations to work on a single document. Microsoft executives would pick the winning video. Alla and Felisha decided to show how a harried business traveler could simplify her life with Microsoft Office Live Meeting. Randal and Rebecca opted to show a stressed executive struggling to gather presentation materials from a group of far-flung colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randal and Rebecca produced a video with a simple plot line and a clear message.&lt;/strong&gt; Alla and Felisha's video was cluttered with too much information. Excel won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the boardroom,&lt;/strong&gt; Alla accused Felisha of trying to upstage her during the project. Felisha countered that she was only trying to win the task. Mr. Trump fired Felisha first, saying that she was not tough enough to compete in New York. Then he fired Alla, for being too difficult to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode showed that teams that cooperate outperform teams that bicker. Let's take a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Felisha and Rebecca seized the project-manager positions on their teams this week,&lt;/strong&gt; they showed a hunger to "step up" and compensate for their weak performance in previous tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shake it off.&lt;/strong&gt;  You botched something last week? Don't let it drag you down. Be aggressive and make every day a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Alla and Felisha descended into a power struggle,&lt;/strong&gt; producing a great video became a secondary concern. A negative agenda took over and brought them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold your fire.&lt;/strong&gt; The day before a big project is due is a stupid time to start shooting down your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When their video producer told Alla and Felisha that they had filmed far too much footage for a 60-second video,&lt;/strong&gt; they kept trying to cram in as much content as possible. The result? A chaotic video that lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to experts.&lt;/strong&gt; When time is tight and you lack the expertise, specialists can save you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Randal and Rebecca decided to fire the actor they had hired and have Randal star in their video instead, their on-the-spot decision saved them from disaster.&lt;/strong&gt; A great call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toss it.&lt;/strong&gt; If the clock is ticking and your brilliant concept is fizzling fast, scrap it before it brings you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Randal allowed Rebecca to be project manager at this intense stage of the competition, &lt;/strong&gt; he showed his ability to be a selfless colleague. The result? They both stayed centered on the process of producing a great video and scored a critical win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let other people shine.&lt;/strong&gt; When you allow your colleagues to look like stars, you look even better. By so doing, Randal reaffirmed his position as one of the strongest of all the candidates this season. Compare him to Alla, who tried claw her way over Rebecca's back. Are negative politics more effective than positive politics? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Mr. Trump fired Alla because she was too difficult to manage,&lt;/strong&gt; he made a great call. He didn't want her on his team. Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Success Lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't hire negative players.&lt;/strong&gt; Keeping the wrong people out of your organization is more efficient than trying to improve them after they are on the payroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look for next week: Can Randal keep his competitive edge over Rebecca, or will his kindness toward her this week weaken him? After Rebecca's great showing this week, will she still be playing catch-up with the imposing Randal and his impressive list of wins? Someone will stand and someone will fall. See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/3311277634825609913-3473204928731866373?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3473204928731866373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-quiet-is-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3473204928731866373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3473204928731866373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-quiet-is-success.html' title='Keeping quiet is a success &lt; saes Trump&gt;'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8110194258727864915</id><published>2008-12-17T22:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:39:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>readers comments on sales line &lt; their personal thoughts&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUpKZZQFXII/AAAAAAAAAAk/ivPYdvgOwfw/s1600-h/apprentice_cover_1086129202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUpKZZQFXII/AAAAAAAAAAk/ivPYdvgOwfw/s400/apprentice_cover_1086129202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281115313180859522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject"&gt;Is sales the worst job in the world and why do some people think its actually a profession?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Im in sales too...but the truth is, its not the worst profession, its one of the most stressful ones...you know just as well as I do that we get these moron customers more often than we'd like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but, if you think about it, sales is also the one for sure place, that gives us room for growth and possible management options one day...its tough, but isnt everything else in life hard as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anywhere you want to apply to, when they have seen that you work in retail or sales, they automatically know that you have good communications skills, good customer skills, product knowledge..ect ect...your only setting yourself up for a more impressive resume if you ask me....good luck and always look at the brighter sides to things...there is a positive for every single negative aspect...remember that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A good sales person in the right industry and job can make as much money as a Doctor or Lawyer. It is one of the few careers that literally lets you determine how much money you will make. If you can put up with all of the negatives involved; working weekends and holidays, high pressure, etc, it is a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Profession is made from the word Profit and the word session. So Sales is more of a Profession then anything else! If you don't like sales you're in the wrong Profession. Go find another Profession, I'm in Sales and I like it. I have my own website.. www.dollardaysplus.biz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I work whenever I want. I take holidays whenever I want. Selling door to door you get to meet people. Mailorder selling is great too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;If I weren't into sales then I'd be into Advertising business. If you're not into sales then find a different profession.. don't knock Sales.. it's great it's fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I have worked in sales, and yes it is difficult, the people are treated like dirt, and there is a very high turnover in jobs. However, if sales is the type of job that a person does for their whole working life, then we should respect them and call it a profession. After all ,they hopefully have learned to sell better, it is through talent and practice that a person sells well. A good salesperson is an artist who quickly reads the customer and changes her projected personality and pitch to match that customer. Growing up in Atlantic City watching the pitchmen there was a fantastic education in human psychology and sales techniques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Depending on how good you are, you may be making more $ than most of the people in your company. Also, good sales people often have the best job security- you are directly in the revenue stream- it's harder to get rid of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Definition of a profession: occupation with organized body of knowledge, professional standards, code of ethics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm in sales too and it can be really stressful. It is a profession in as much as it takes skill to think on your feet, face rejection over and over, as well as being able to listen enough to figure out what your customer needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Maybe you should try using the web to help your sales increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;That is what I am working on. Why should big companies be the only ones going global?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Some people are just not cut out for sales, some fit into it like a glove. If you don't feel it is right for you, then get out or try selling something different. Personally, I am not cut out for selling certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FROM MY OWN personal view from my experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of types of sales people in the world.  Each one of them is unique with their ways.  They sell things differently.  If u expect every sales people to be the same then there is no challenge in sales and the world will not be competitive cos every sales man is the same where their sales strategy is the same everytime.  Saleppl sell things thru their own personality.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is no RIGHT or WRONG is sales&lt;/span&gt;.  Its the result that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales people are professional.  Why ?? They have to think on their feet upon receving a situation.  They have to persuade(PQ) customers into their ideas or products.  They have to know how to control the situation.  They have to think hard on why they cant sell.  They think hard for why they are not selling. Salesppl must know why customers usually dun wanna buy their products , they have to understand the customers emotion. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can tell u it AINT EZ at all&lt;/span&gt;.They have to put themselves at the customers shoes and being able to see thru wat they see and wat they feel.  It isnt an ez job.  For dose salesppl who tells u that sales is a slack job, obviously they are slacking.  Salesppl have to face rejections.  And being reject is not a nice feeling , u feel pressured while u see others selling.  And ur &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt; starts to ruin ur thinking.  Dats why sales ppl are taught how to use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EQ PQ Streetwise.  &lt;/span&gt;They have to noe how to handle customers.  Sales is a learn job where everyone can learn.  Its jus whether u can adapt to situations and environment dere.  Whether u can handle stress be it a low stress to high level stress.  One thing that people doesnt like to werk in sales is cos sales job is dirty.  U have to face backstab , frontstab due to jealousy.  and the reason why people hate it is cos of rejection.  Rejection tends to pull a salesman down by having low emotions.  I been thru it.  It jus ruins it.  So sales is the job where u need alot of experiences and personal growth.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW CLOSING A DEAL NO MATTER WHAT UR SELLING IS AN ART.                                       KNOWLEDGE IS POWER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8110194258727864915?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8110194258727864915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-comments-on-sales-line.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8110194258727864915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8110194258727864915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-comments-on-sales-line.html' title='readers comments on sales line &lt; their personal thoughts&gt;'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUpKZZQFXII/AAAAAAAAAAk/ivPYdvgOwfw/s72-c/apprentice_cover_1086129202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-8492226318228237928</id><published>2008-12-17T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:32:00.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were to turn back the clock</title><content type='html'>Well , if i were mature at that time since sec 1 , i would have gone in2 Normal academic stream. My form teacher gave me a chance cos at that time im good in NT maths and alot.  But too bad cos of my attitude , he doesnt let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already wasted time in NT learning BASIC SIMPLE stuffs. NT stream maths and english is darn ez. Such a waste.  Still "N" levels at that time , i strive so hard to get into sec 5. BUT i failed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats next ? i ended up in ITE.  HOLY shit.  Well , its really a hopless sch. Teacher there are just getting paid by doin nuthin and acting to teach students.  But i met 2 good teachers, others are jus shit teachers.  Good teachers helps the hardworking student to get in2 poly.  Cos they themselves noe that ITE can get nowhere.  They are great.  If i see them on the streets now.  I probably go thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once i was in europe vacation , there's tis 2 coouple who told me whats life like wat i blog bout it.  Well , how nice , i lost their contact.  im blaming myself to that.  They told me that "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; keep learning in life" " knowledge is power".  &lt;/span&gt;they told me alot from wat i can see right now which is SO SO darn true.  I shld have cherish them at the very first moment.  Listening to wat they sae and wat they meant by it.  They taught me alot of things during the europe trip. But gone are the days.  I jus hope that they are very successful in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The lesson: CHERISH wateva u have in ur life now. If its gone dun regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-8492226318228237928?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/8492226318228237928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-to-turn-back-clock.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8492226318228237928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/8492226318228237928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-to-turn-back-clock.html' title='If i were to turn back the clock'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-4725563487061369634</id><published>2008-12-17T18:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:44:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue from previous post of streetsmart IQ EQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Personal View:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes , we lack of streetsmart.  In singapore , we lack of being streetsmart.  Thats why our enconomy market  can nv be greater than america and china.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why singapore lack of streetsmart ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In my point of view&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We are too conservative especially the young ones.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Since young, you were taught that the smarter you are and if you go to college or even better university, you are more valuable. You are more important .  A lot of Singaporean parents use education as scale system for their children.Singapore is basically a material society! 5 Cs a must to have, if you dont........ you are doomed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Singapore society is too small , we lack of politicians.  And parents keep telling us not to do tis and not to do tis.  Its not totally right.  We have to be able to take new experinences and take risk.  Singaporean kids lack of this.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And due to the small society we lack of resources so we have to go to school to get a certificate in order for us to get thru the first door.  And singapore society emphazie that we need a cert.  I may agree to tis.  But thats the thing that we lack of streetwise.  We go sch to learn IQ , but not handling experiences beyond our knowledge.  We are train in school to think the way of using book theories.  to me Experiences are " THERE are no rules of engagement". Just take risk. Create chances.  For example : school teaches you dat " 1+1=2".  But in real working world,  it teaches u many ways to solve 1+1 and dere are alot of ans to that.  Thats why i sae" there are no rules of engagement". School doesnt teach us how to handle people unless its in a tertiary sch.  School doesnt teach us to think on ur feets but sch teaches us to obey the law.  School only gives us knolwedge bout our area of studying.  School doesnt teaches us to react fast base upon a situation.  So in singapore , i beleive we lack of streetsmart but full of intelligent ppl around.  In order to survive a soicety like tis we need to balance the equation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;IQ+streetsmart+EQ=SURVIVING.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article from CNA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;President of Wah Chang Group and the                            Chairman of Singapore Power and Singapore Management                            University saes that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; the biggest concern he have is that one of complacency                            because Singapore is a very comfortable place everybody                            is pretty much taken care of materially and at the same                            time social political norms compel Singaporeans to sort                            of think relatively within the box so you can get through                            life without having challenged many ideas without having                            challenged yourself in your own assumption..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upon saying that, i think singapore adults needs to be open to a new way of life.  Just like  american kids upon hitting at the ageof 18  , they are on their own.And thats why they are smart businessman.  But we are still having shelters still at the age above 18.  We cant possibly control our child what he wanan do and what he doesnt. MIND U tis is the 21st centuries where youngsters have their thinking.  Let him go after the age of 18,  let him/her experience wats life and wats right and wats wrong.  Once he developes this intuition , he will start to suceed.  Our parents keep telling us not to do tis and not to go dere and wat to do. Its wrong to do dat.  To become smart is to take experiences and gain knowledge.  Knowledge is power .  i personally view alot of youngsters in singapore having their streetsmart knowledge at a very late age,  We are too conservative. We need to be open. We muz learn to take other ppl's point of view.  I said LEARN. lol.  Streetsmart can be learn.  Its learn till the age u die.  Anyone can learn how to be a streetwise.  If ur willing to learn den its fine.  Each of us has a certain area and amount of intelligence.  We need to be able to learn from others and enviromnent. 15 percent of empolyment and management success is due to intelligence or technical training while the other 85 percent is the ability to deal with people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is streetsmart??&lt;br /&gt;- Streetsmart are LEARNT jus relying on knowledge base on ur environment and ppl.&lt;br /&gt;-Be able to react fast , think fast .&lt;br /&gt;-Knowing who is throwing smoke at u&lt;br /&gt;-Reading the situatiions quickly&lt;br /&gt;-Base on instincts and gut&lt;br /&gt;-knowing ur way round, knowing where the person is coming from , how , why&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Posses good EQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said in the previous post, we all have brains , 1 thing that's human weakness is dat we are scared of fears like falling and failing,  But put positive thoughts in2 it.  " a person becomes wise after falling in the ditch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other post , im gonna talk bout EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I werk in salesline, Salesline teaches me how to be smart and when to .  It also teaches me to handle Emotions of customer and collegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if u wanan become streetsmart: werk in sales line or any other jobs such as " events coordinator" where ur required to handle ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span size="5"&gt;Tis is another article where i wanan share with u &lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:quoted in BLUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Street Smarts Vs Book Smarts, What Does It Takes To Be An Entrepreneur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The latest series in "The Apprentice" features 2 distinct group of candidates. One group, who are only high school graduates are termed as "Street Smarts" by Donald Trump whereas, the other group are all college educated with some having MBAs and advanced degrees. They were termed as the "Book Smarts".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What was revealed at the start was that the "Street Smart" group were mainly entrepreneurs and had a net worth 3 times more than the "Book Smart" group!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What this goes to show is that you do not need a college degree to be an entrepreneur and rich. In fact, having a college degree may be more of an impediment to being a successful entrepreneur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Why is this so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For one thing, entrepreneurs cannot be conformist and stick "by the rules" and college somehow tends to train people to stick "by the rules". Entrepreneurs will always come up against obstacles and will have to find ways around these obstacles, many times, unconventionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;College tend to make graduates think in a similar fashion, hence, they tend to be highly trained clones with no personality. Entrepreneurs however know that they need to have their own USP, or "Unique Selling Proposition" to be successful and being entrepreneurs, will find or create their own USP to make a success of themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Entrepreneurs know that they need to think out of the box and create a niche for themselves as they do not have the resources to fight the big boys on their terms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For college graduates, there is always the choice of going to work for one of the big corporations. 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They are people who: are "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;willing and able to make a tough decision based on a gut instinct&lt;/span&gt;" (Jason Huang), are "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;more able to adapt to changing conditions ... because they have a clearer view of the implications of those changes&lt;/span&gt;" (Charles Yager), are able to "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;handle things outside of our normal set of experiences&lt;/span&gt;" (Erich Almasy), &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn "by failing in previous endeavors"&lt;/span&gt; (Rindge), have an "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ability to read people ... and situations &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; (pick) up on all relevant cues and (know) what to do"&lt;/span&gt; (Max Roberts), are "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;focused on (their) capabilities ... sniffing the traps a mile away ... seeing through BS ... smelling falsehood"&lt;/span&gt; (Anonymous), are "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;able to accommodate ... to a new environment ... globalization is forcing a more general definition of street smarts"&lt;/span&gt; (Shankar Balakrishnan), and have a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;combination of intuition, savvy and political skill&lt;/span&gt;" (Mal Rudner).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Efforts may be underway to understand more about issues related to street smarts. Lilly Evans, for example, cited the work in "practical intelligence" by Prof. Robert Sternberg of Yale University.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Street smarts, according to the most respondents, are learned. As David An put it, they are "primarily an issue of experience. ... If you screw up a deal you will be the best to know how to do better the next time." David Fitzgerald suggested that street smarts are a "combination of attitude and skill, both of which are acquired through experience. ... That is why so many MBA programs teach using the case study method..." Jack Wung appeared to take issue with this view, suggesting that "street smarts can only be acquired in the school of hard knocks."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How can MBA study contribute to street smarts? Umar Khalid suggests a complementary relationship, commenting that, while no substitute for street smarts, the MBA provides "tools and strategic understanding skills that accelerate an average human being's learning curve." Will the continued importance of street smarts, as some suggested, mean a change in recruiting criteria for MBA programs? Or changes in curricula, with more emphasis on sensitivity to others' views and how to influence them as well as greater self-awareness? Or the greater employment of role models—especially those who have learned from adversity—in the classroom? What do you think?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3 id="original"&gt;Original Article&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;In&lt;/big&gt; recent weeks, I have encountered several situations in which senior managers and investors of all ages have said, "(name) is a really sharp person with a good MBA, but (he or she) just doesn't have street smarts." That has raised questions that seem to need addressing. The first is, just what are street smarts anyway? The contexts in which the term has come up seem to indicate that they include things like knowing how to close a sale, when to walk away from a deal, when to remain silent, and how to select winners as employees or colleagues.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In our work with outstanding service organizations, we have found that they invariably hire for attitude and train for skills. Are street smarts attitudes or skills?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If street smarts are attitudes, should MBA program admissions offices look for them in applicants? If so, how? Is it more than a matter of just age and experience? If they are skills, should the curriculum be designed to foster them, perhaps through greater emphasis on courses in negotiating skills and increased field experience, among others, on the assumption that street smarts can be taught?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The second question concerns just how street smarts are obtained. Is it a matter of the genes? Do they result from experience, therefore precluding most newly-minted MBAs in their twenties from having them? Or does their presence depend on the environment in which one grows up? For example, a study by John Kotter several years ago found that one of the best predictors of success for at least one class of Harvard MBAs was whether or not a parent of the applicant had had a career in management. An implication that one might draw from this finding is that the presence in a household of a management role mode contributes to the business success of offspring. This, of course, may not guarantee the early development of street smarts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If experience is the key, how does one get it? Should more MBAs be counseled to become involved in jobs, perhaps in start-ups, where they can hone their street smarts? Or can they be developed in any kind of organizational context?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally, just how important are street smarts anyway? What does your experience tell you regarding these questions? What do you think? &lt;img src="http://hbswk.hbs.edu/images/site/tack-wk.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Reader Comments:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Street smarts is probably composed more of attitudes than skills. A person whom I consider to have street smarts will think about the broader implications of a particular action or activity rather than its specific outcome. For example, a street smart person evaluating a candidate for employment would be asking "How did your employer benefit from your tenure?" rather than "How did you cut costs by 12% while boosting overall revenues by 22%?" The street smart person would want to hear about the broader implications or benefits of those actions/activities rather than the fact that the candidate did X and Y while working for employer Z.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Similarly, a street smart person is someone who is willing and able to make a tough decision based on a gut instinct. A not-so-street-smart person tends to ask for far more information than what can be feasibly gathered within a set of time and resource constraints.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe that street smarts may be taught by working in the real world.&lt;/span&gt; However, I think most people would agree that a six-year old whom others have deemed street smart couldn't possibly have been taught. Most likely, the youngster was born that way to begin with. Any more coaching would probably just make the youngster a sharper-thinking street smart person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Jason Huang&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Developer&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="org"&gt;e-STEEL Corporation&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think the lack of street smarts is real. I think it's a function of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;age AND experience&lt;/span&gt;—and, quite frankly, is probably an inverse relationship with many of the qualities of HBS grads. If you sailed through school and life and jobs without ever having to work at McDonald's or earn your way through college or work on the factory floor instead of in the ivory tower, the only way you'll get street smarts if you understand the importance of and strive to relate to the guy on the factory floor as well as to the CEO. Many HBS grads probably view themselves as above all that. They skipped McDonald's to work in an investment bank for their first job. Or worked at a consulting firm that prided itself on "only working with the CEO," not middle managers. That gives a distorted view of reality and how things really work. If HBS wants to give its students street smarts, it should recruit fewer Ivy leaguers/sons and daughters of Wall Street titans, etc. and more sons/daughters of union foremen. In class, HBS should invite fewer Jack Welches and Ross Perots and more middle managers and shop floor supervisors. Lest you think I'm just railing against the establishment, I'll be the first to admit that I have had a privileged life socially and educationally. But I'll also be the first to admit that I didn't have many street smarts when I graduated HBS and that 10 years of working in the auto parts business and the self storage business have given me a lot more street smarts than HBS ever could have—or than many of my classmates ever could hope to get by heading off to New York investment banks and consulting firms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Anonymous&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Street smarts" combine elements of both instinct (i.e., outside of the individual's control, whether genetic or environmental) and experience (i.e., within the individual's control).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have all known young managers that just seem to have good business sense. Training may help them marginally, but they would succeed without the training.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have also known young managers that seem never to make the right decision. But over the years, many of those managers develop a decision-making context that leads them to better, more "street smart" decisions. It is the internalized context that can be taught.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lack of "street smarts" can be overcome with good analytics. What a good model of a business situation provides is a sense of the dynamics of a decision. People with strong "street smarts" seem to be able to intuitively assess the potential outcomes of a particular decision. Therefore, they are more able to adapt to changing conditions, for example, in a negotiation, because they have a clearer view of the implications of those changes than their intuition-deprived colleagues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Charles R. Yager&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Chief Operating Officer&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="org"&gt;Colombik &amp;amp; Associates, Inc.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;I figure that if I am ever truly wealthy I will endow a chair at HBS in "Business Reality." What you describe as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;street smarts seem to me to be the set of experiences that teach us how to handle things outside of our normal set of experiences. How does one respond to situations you never imagined? Being fired. Being bribed.&lt;/span&gt; Being extorted. I think HBS can diversify its mix of street smarts more through the professorial ranks than the students. I also think curriculum (or experiential sharing) helps. Mostly, it seems attitudinal&amp;msash;expose MBAs to a view that they will never know it all and that many times the learning process will be very painful&lt;/p&gt;.&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Erich Almasy&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Vice President&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="org"&gt;The Boston Consulting Group&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;I believe many MBA students simply lack the experience, which is understandable, as they are often young and have occupied relatively junior roles within their respective organizations. As a result they have not had the exposure to the "hard-end" of business.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also believe that a minority of MBA graduates have studied and crammed to earn the MBA title, but they have not tried to apply what they have learned with their MBA back into the workplace. These graduates do lack the 'street-smarts' that you speak of, and could be 'screened out' of the application process--but how are the universities going to supplement their lost revenues?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Anonymous&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pretty interesting topic. I have always said that street hustlers would be excellent businessmen/women in the corporate world (as they are business people in the street world) with the proper training.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Street smarts as you define them (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when to walk away from a deal, when to remain silent, etc.) are a learned skill and not an attitude. As one's base of experience/knowledge grows, they should obtain "street smarts" or better said "business sense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If someone gets frosted in a deal, they should learn from that experience and apply it in go-forward situations. Can you teach these skills? It would be difficult to do in my view. How do you train for the myriad of situations one might come across? Are street smarts helpful? Better believe it. Two years ago I was asked to turn around the division I am now in. If not for street smarts, I would not have been able to realize which people were blowing smoke at me and which ones weren't. By realizing which people could add value, we were able to make some fairly dramatic changes. How did I obtain this "skill?"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; By failing in previous endeavors and taking away knowledge on what to do differently next time&lt;/span&gt;. Also, time spent with those street hustlers didn't hurt either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Rindge&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Director Operations&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="org"&gt;B/E Aerospace&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Street smarts are evident when one is very comfortable operating in a particular zone of action. Street smarts are picking up on all relevant cues and knowing what to do. In a phrase: savoir faire, but only in the most basic sense. The phrase street smarts we apply to more obviously competitive, rough-and-tumble situations and savoir faire to the more refined.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Example: Some know what to do the minute they are put in a boat. No motion is wasted. Others look at their hands. They do not know how to move, how to run a line through a fair lead or even why it is needed. They stagger and stumble—awful to watch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alternately, how do you think a Hell's Angel would do in a crowd of Junior Leaguers? How might a Foreign Service diplomat do amid longshoremen? Rarely would any one person's range of experience equip him to function effectively in both a motorcycle gang and a group of longshoremen and also at a Junior League fund-raiser.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some know what to do early. I have known entrepreneurs' sons who were close to their fathers and they seemed born to be entrepreneurs. I have known entrepreneurs' sons not close to their fathers and who just lacked the moves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A person who can gain the right instincts, outlooks, and insights early can become an entrepreneur (or anything) almost upon leaving the nest if a parent or anyone they bonded with showed them how.&lt;/span&gt; I believe there is a good case for early exposure. Another person might take 20 years to become an entrepreneur, pay dearly for any lessons learned, and throw in the towel. One can lust after an objective just so long. If one does not get it or make enough progress within reasonable time, one can burn out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I believe Kotter's conclusion is on the money. I would add that the child must have had some basis for wanting to be like the parent. But it works for anything—manager, policeman, farmer, woodsman, waterman, farmer, etc., especially the last, as there is so very much to learn to farm well besides just work-attitude.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I believe certain abilities help with smarts or savoir faire—first, a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;high degree of awareness. This includes awareness of where one is, what situation one is in, what stage the situation is in at the moment, and which way it is trending. Intuitive people are sooner able to connect the dots and usually seem to catch on faster. Ability to read situations and what the situation calls for counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Another is ability to read people. This counts where human interaction is the main activity. On a ship, boat, or on a camping trip, mechanical instinct looms pretty large.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On horseback balance, timing, and horse sense count. A few might have these naturally their first time in the saddle but very few. (Apparently Peggy Fleming skated the first time she used skates.) In a pre-break-even business an ability to read cash flow, cash flow trends and know the cause without bending hours over the ledgers would count.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intuition is valuable, but commonsense, sensitivity to others and a reasonable self-confidence also matter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Commonsense seems the ability to basically and quickly diagnose a problem or situation and if needed to explain a solution or the situation.&lt;/span&gt; Lengthy, baroque diagnoses and solutions leave both diagnostician and audience lost.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can test future students for certain attitudes. The best test is what they have succeeded at. For potential where they have never succeeded some kind of psychological mapping might work. The key would be to know which areas they were short in and push them to try, not to be surprised if they were at first clumsy, and not to worry about it. When they first learned to walk they staggered, stumbled, and fell. Scraped knees and bumps are part of advancing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In first year some speak eloquently from the start. Others stumble. Encouragement beats humiliation. And if a group sees the aim as one of getting all up-to-speed all should pitch in to help the rest. This seems to work better for everybody including those seemingly with natural gifts. If they have shown somebody else how, their accomplishment is enormous and also socially beneficial. They rate extra credit not for being better than someone is else but for bringing someone else up to par.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In USMC boot camp, after ensuring that all are paying attention and trying their utmost, the notorious drill instructors next look for those who having done their chores right and offer to help others who are a little behind. They see those who have correctly performed then show others how as potential leaders. Doesn't mean others are not, only that the first to exhibit the impulse have something very worth cultivating. It also lightens the DI's instructional load. No less for any manager.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The prior two paragraphs departed into the good of encouraging cooperation versus competition in a learning situation. Only the paragraphs before them dealt with street smarts also known as savoir faire in other contexts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Max Roberts (Frederick E) MBA 1972&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Interesting topic, timing could not have been be more appropriate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been classified as having street smarts. Having started businesses since my early teens, I have gained a wealth of business experience. My teen business experiences led to a regional sales position with a national company selling consumer products before leaving high school (never completed), which in turn led to the creation of a sales and marketing firm doing business both domestically and internationally with $5.0 million in sales. After 15 years of much success, I decided to move on to other ventures, because of boredom and industry consolidation. However, the two ventures I became involved with, which had over $15.0 million in revenues and 120 employees, turned out to be, let's just say, economic disasters, losing it all. (I will spare you the details.) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But I never viewed this as a failure, just part of the learning curve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could go into great detail about dealing with individuals with MBA's and no street smarts; frustration would be putting mildly. I will go as far to say that an individual with an MBA without street smarts is probably the most dangerous decision an organization can make.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, my perception of streets smarts?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Being focused on your capabilities. Sniffing the traps a mile away. Seeing through BS. Smelling falsehood. Picking pick up badly structured deals immediately and conversely picking up very quickly things that have merit, people that have merit, people who have true integrity as opposed to stated integrity. Achieving a self-knowledge, by stepping down from your pedestal and saying, I've got a lot to learn, there are things I know I don't know, there are things I don't even know I don't know about. Compensating your weaknesses by drawing on other people's strengths. Retaining humility and a sense of reality and retaining the ability to reflect thoughtfully and realistically about oneself. Some people have it; other people learn it the hard way, some people never get it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For the past year I have been seeking an executive management career opportunity, for the most part I have been competing with individuals with MBA's. What has been very disconcerting is not being able to get to the interview stage. Reason: no MBA. It appears to me that HR managers and executive recruiters have made their life easier by using "not having an MBA" as tool of convenience. Do companies lose out because of this; after all, isn't it important for an executive management team to have a balance between intellectual capacity and a working knowledge of how to get things done? My experience has been that the most successful organizations strike this fine balance among their executive management teams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I do have great deal of respect for MBA programs. I know of many executives that have been able to successfully integrate their MBA learning experience into their business careers resulting in them becoming better managers, and for some, better people. But I am beginning to wonder if MBAs are becoming a "dime a dozen," which is beginning to devalue an MBA designation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next few weeks will be interesting for me. I have taken the gloves off in my career search. I am utilizing every street-smart trick I know to garner an interview for a high profile executive management position, for which there are over 130 applicants, with over 80% having an MBA designation. I am quite confident, because of using street-smart techniques, of getting an interview. It will then be very interesting, at least for me, to see if street smarts will overcome an MBA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope I have been of some assistance to you. Maybe you can answer one question, a question that I have given much consideration. When I was considered successful from a monetary perspective, CEOs, CFOs, lawyers, accountants, and other professionals were tripping over themselves for my attention and no one ever said "you know we cannot do business with you because you do not have an MBA." For example, if tomorrow I walked into an executive recruiter's office and said I have $5 million in the bank and I want to hire twenty people, I am quite sure he or she would not say, "I am sorry, sir. We only do business with people who have MBAs." Now being on the other side of the fence, I cannot get in the door without an MBA. I think it is an interesting paradox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Anonymous&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess street smarts are primarily &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;an issue of experience.&lt;/span&gt; Learning by doing, being thrown in the cold water as Germans put it. I disagree that business schools should try to simulate real-life situation since then it will always be better to do it outside of school rather than being in a secure environment and paying $30,000 tuition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you screw up a deal you will be the best to know how to do better the next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;David An&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Investment Manager&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="org"&gt;T-Venture (Deutsche Telekom)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being "Street Smart" is certainly most important. As an MBA, one may have all the technical qualifications to do the job right. However, if he lacks the business attitude and professional outlook, no one would like to do business with him. I'm sure that the MBA curriculum these days looks after these aspects as well. Eventually, it boils down to the individual. One's attitude should ooze the feeling of "you want to do business with me and in turn add value to your business and it would be nice if we could pay attention to my terms."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Monish Ramesh Gangwani&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Director&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="org"&gt;MAYA - Solutions in Corporate Communication&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Street smarts surely form a large chunk of a manager's personality. Like any other trait of a manager, this develops with time. It is all about being able to accommodate oneself to a new environment and being able to get the problem solved in the most optimal manner (where the definition of optimal is context-sensitive). It is neither more nor less important than other traits. However, globalization is forcing a more general definition of street smarts, which then becomes more important than other managerial traits. Street smarts are partly acquired through experience and partly learned through training. Training can make the individual realize potential ways of employing "street smart-ness". Once trained, the individual can continue to build upon the skill through experience. Therefore, the solution to help students acquire this trait is two-fold. In the global context, street smart-ness varies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Shankar Balakrishnan&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Systems Analyst&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="org"&gt;Deloitte Consulting&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Having an MBA and having been trained in a top 100 U.S. company, and now working with a start-up I must agree that MBAs are often too theoretical and do not have the hands-on experience needed to determine when to close, when to walk away in a negotiation, and how to behave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, the most successful business people I have met in my age group (38) were the ones who had an excellent mentor at work or were from a family who owned a business. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Street smart in my opinion is more of a skill that you develop. There is a price to pay, and I too had to pay the high price of walking away from a business that I had developed and that was going public&lt;/span&gt;. I left without any of the percentage of stock I was suppose to have, even though I had a written document! I don't have to tell you either the amount of hours I had put into bringing up the project...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yip! Everything has a price, I only wished I wouldn't have had to pay it after my MBA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, my reward: I have learned that being street smart is all that matters. I have learned never to fall in love again with technologies and to use legal advisors referred by people I trust who have used them before. I am also aware that legal documents can be interpreted in many ways. And I learned that my MBA law courses were not at the executive level and didn't teach what they should from a street smart standpoint.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe some of you will think it is because I was not that clever in the first place. I disagree. I did not had the survival or killer instinct developed strongly enough, or maybe I thought good faith was good enough. Wrong!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you lose something you have worked for…you realize that you have to fight for yourself and protect yourself first in this business world. There is no free lunch!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, talking with MBA colleagues, I also realized that my experience and comments are shared among many other MBAs who wished they had been trained more aggressively, since the business world is becoming more and more sophisticated in communications, and also in street smart ways to make deals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I am implementing what I have learned and it's starting to bring results. I will remember the million it cost me though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Anonymous&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is called here 'street smarts' seems to me to be addressed by the term &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;practical intelligence &lt;/span&gt;by Prof. Robert Sternberg of Yale University. His PACE center is conducting some research in this and related areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Lilly Evans Strategic Learning Web, UK&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;An essential element of being street smart is being able to understand the other person's psyche in real time. Some people get that training early at home, thereby explaining the genetic make up and parents from business background theories, while most of us learn it through our professional interactions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MBAs, in my experience, lack this skill because they come from a sanitized platform of theoretical business education. When these theories clashes with the practicalities of real life, and they invariably do, a freshly minted MBA usually loses focus and has to re-engineer his mental make up in order to survive and then move up the ladder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most MBAs, luckily, are able to do so exactly for the reason they fail in the first place. Their theoretical education provides them the tools and strategic understanding skills that accelerate an average human being's learning curve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Umar Khalid&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;The Daily Leader&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Street smarts" are a combination of attitude and skill, both of which are acquired through experience. &lt;/span&gt;The result is an ability to choose the right strategy or tactic to fit the situation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most people acquire their knowledge of how to operate in the "real world" via personal experience. Intelligent people also learn from the experience of others. That is why so many MBA programs teach using the case study method, to offer their students business experience in addition to learned theory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As for the role of parents in managerial positions, they simply pass on their own management experiences and lessons learned to their children, directly or indirectly. Their children have a significant advantage if the parents pass on the "right" lessons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My advice to MBA students is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1) Learn as much as you can not just enough to get an "A" in the class. Try to understand how the theories apply in the business world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2) When you get into the business world, learn as much as you can about your job, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;your boss' job, and the job of everyone around you and in other departments. It will help you understand how the company works and the context of your position in the company. Just as importantly, it will also help develop a network of friends, associates, and possible mentors as well a reveal a career path that fits your personal goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;David Fitzgerald&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;NuTool&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd-comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;On this second U.S.A. Day of Infamy, the important question is asked: "Do MBA's need to learn more 'street-smarts'"? The answers is yes, and please allow me to broaden the issue. It is vital for our society, business and otherwise, that MBA's receive significant learning of leadership, social, and emotional intelligence. "Street-smarts" is a small subset of what else MBA's need and might be called a combination of intuition, savvy and political skill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daniel Goleman and others have identified approximately a score of interpersonal, intrapersonal and leadership skills and traits that business executives absolutely require to be successful. Research shows that more than 70% of personal, career and organizational success is determined not by IQ, not by learning accounting, marketing, finance, planning, IT or technical skills, but rather by an executive's self knowledge, inter-personal and leadership abilities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We all know this is true; it's commonsense. Yet, our formal education processes ignore this learning, leaving it to the accumulation of experience and individual propensity and motivation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is so sad about this approach to leadership development is the huge cost of lost opportunity. Leadership, emotional and social skills can all be learned and improved upon by every individual. IQ is in no way a limiting factor. Try a career in mathematics, physics or rocket science with average intelligence, and one is likely to face many difficulties and much frustration. Almost every human being, however, has the ability to continually learn these personal skills, simply by virtue of his or her humanity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I assert that devoting 33% of an MBA curriculum to the learning of leadership and social intelligence would have a profound effect on the business community—and perhaps the entire planet. Nothing in organizations is more powerful than motivated, committed human beings. Nothing impacts the bottom line as much as the quality of leadership and the enthusiasm of caring, hard-working people who align their own and their organizations' goals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It would not be easy to augment MBA programs for the significant learning of leadership and inter/intrapersonal skills and social intelligence. The payoff, however, would be absolutely huge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How we might accomplish this evolution is open for debate. Already a few MBA programs have risen to the challenge. The process is not easy, but it is extremely satisfying to all involved, and definitely doable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, the immense number of poor decisions I've seen over three decades that could have been otherwise with a little common sense, leadership, social skill and a little savvy. How much waste of human talent have you seen? Is it not worth the effort?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Mal Rudner&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Enflo Corporation&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Street smarts can only be acquired in the school of hard knocks. It is not something academic or theoretical and cannot be thought in the traditional sense of education. Streets smarts equate to how well honed your survival skills are if you were to be put on the streets with others trying to do the same. I believe that the street smarts education is quantified when what seems like your future is at a stake and on the line. For example, for a young entrepreneur with no formal education starting a new business with borrowed funds, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he is forced into a situation where he either has to learn how to be street smart quickly or the business environment will teach him that. &lt;/span&gt;We are talking about his whole life savings, plus some, here. This guy has tremendous amounts on the line. So if he were to fail in this venture and learn from it, isn't this earning is ten times more valuable than an MBA scholar working with Bain&amp;amp;Co.?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl class="author"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Jack Wung&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="position"&gt;Curtin University&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-1121364889381880283?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/1121364889381880283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-we-need-iq-streetwise-eq-pq-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1121364889381880283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/1121364889381880283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-we-need-iq-streetwise-eq-pq-to.html' title='Do we need IQ , Streetwise , EQ , PQ to survive in tis real world ??'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUQd__9RAnQ/SUpMN5Gr5jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0JLAj524-nQ/s72-c/boardroom_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-6035503731583079455</id><published>2008-12-17T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:02:01.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why cant i jus concentrate on studies &lt; IQ&gt;</title><content type='html'>Well , recently im vex with my studies.  its like i dun have any interest in my studies.  Although schooling can be very fun.  all i wanna do is werk.  werk not as as engineer.  But werk as a " Businessman".  Hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school , teaching can only give us a portion of IQ.  and i have a low IQ since i was a kid.  I hated maths , physics all this crap.  But there are some people who have high IQ esp the china students. &lt;br /&gt;They possess high IQ in school.  HOLY SHIT.  THEY HAVE HIGH INTELLIGECE.  I dunno HOW THE hack can they solve the physics and maths.  And MIND U,  Engineering maths AINT ez.  we are doing like JC math and more depth physics and chemistry.  U tell me how the hell can i learn all tis ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other fren of mine Jian li , he also same as me.  He saes the moment he goes to werk, he jus feels like goin back study.  And when he wanan study , he jus feels like goin back werk.  OMG dats contradicting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which 1 is better ?? Studying or working ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that werking life sucks.  Indeed it is.  because we are living in a materialistic society where every1 is competiting with each other.  I experience that in sales even now.  Werking is bout handling ppl and knowing situations and knowing ur way round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Studying is relaxing that werking.  ahh..  i said in comparision.  But if u look at it indivudually,  studying is stress too.  Lotsa projects , reports , assignments and alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson:  That's jus the way we are living our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-6035503731583079455?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/6035503731583079455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-cant-i-jus-concentrate-on-studies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6035503731583079455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/6035503731583079455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-cant-i-jus-concentrate-on-studies.html' title='why cant i jus concentrate on studies &lt; IQ&gt;'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3311277634825609913.post-3835148970829075950</id><published>2008-12-17T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:58:36.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its True &lt; dats Guys style&gt;</title><content type='html'>--Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a HOE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Not all guys are *******s. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3311277634825609913-3835148970829075950?l=lifesliketadat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/feeds/3835148970829075950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3835148970829075950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3311277634825609913/posts/default/3835148970829075950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesliketadat.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-true.html' title='Its True &lt; dats Guys style&gt;'/><author><name>Life's like a climber trying to conquer a mountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
