<?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-17108154</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:03:20.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One_Cue_Clear_Satisfy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-11285754295925827</id><published>2009-10-25T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:52:26.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get A Life.</title><content type='html'>Some things just will never get through a person's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People choose what they want to remember, and which turns into memory. More than often are the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years, a person tends to forget what they are angry about with another person, and gradually sweet memories are then formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are irreplacable. Some are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one mentioned about the unhappiness, think more to it. There are more things which happened before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever loved a someone, I will never speak try expressing the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believed in the right one at the wrong time, and the wrong one at the right time. Nothing gets there, until the right one at the right time. Which more than often, it doesn't happen till you made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-11285754295925827?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/11285754295925827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=11285754295925827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/11285754295925827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/11285754295925827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-life.html' title='Get A Life.'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-8310957106011336120</id><published>2009-10-21T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:26:59.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So long never blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Suddenly feel so emo after a bad day. Just a bad day. Reminds me of that unreasonable taxi driver this afternoon! What the hell. He insisted on going his way when we told him to make a left turn. I seriously can't stand people who always think that they are right. Frankly, he simply doesn't accept the truth. When I know I'm in the wrong, I will keep quiet for awhile. "Maybe I'm wrong", this thought will cross my mind. But he's damn stubborn!!! VERY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;When I told him that, Uncle, we go through the same road everyday, we don't know meh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Small road traffic light faster one, and mostly it's green light unless got pedestrians... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You know what did he reply to snook me with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"If I don't pick you all up, you all will still be waiting at the roadside la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"How much is the difference, deduct la!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wtf! Does he mean we can't afford that few cents. I'm not somebody who will pick on that few bucks. So, don't fucking use that attitude. I simply have no time to waste. Bastard Unreasonable Old Man! Fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You just made me so mad, I can feel the heat up to my neck, up to my head as if it's gonna burst!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Don't know, I can feel my temper. As much as I really want to control myself, I can't. I'm trying. Really hard. Be it at work or at home. Nobody will ever understand my feelings. I feel like going to the beach to SHOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could have force the tears out right now. Too much toxic. Maybe I just need to shed some tears. I feel so emo now. I'm having such extreme mood swings. I hate that feeling. Why can't I control myself. Why can't I feel happy everyday, every moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why can't I keep my feelings all? Or pour out every single feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I really hate to talk to people so rudely, but is that the way I actually express my feelings? I don't wanna shout at my dad, but I hate the fact that he's so senile now. Such nice man like him, the outcome shouldn't be this way. The world is never fair. NEVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Can I have a manual to control my temper? To quit smoking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Who am I before? When I was young? I'm a loner. Probably that's the stage I started to know what is emo. People like me, why would we wanna start being sociable, talkative and expressive? Why? How did I started drinking, talk to strangers? Still I'm not comfortable with talking to just any Tom, Dick and Harry. Ultimately, I still prefer people who are close to me, to be close to me. I really love the people who are around me now. My life pillars. Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Some time to sort out my thinking before I come back to this blog. &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/17108154-8310957106011336120?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/8310957106011336120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=8310957106011336120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/8310957106011336120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/8310957106011336120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2009/10/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-6405755106328210926</id><published>2009-05-31T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:16:46.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Recently another employee's 2 yr old daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. Jen's granduncle passed away cos of that. Why is life so vulnerable? And people who are living might not even cherish what they have at present. That's so ironical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;She's almost hopeless. I took half a day, just wanting to solve it. In fact give her a good thrashing, but again whenever my eyes are on her, I somehow became speechless. Those crude words which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; thrown out of my mouth fell back. How? Tell me what to do. Please advise me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY can't things go back like before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY she can't learn from her lessons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY don't she tune herself back on track to make life easier for all of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Her gradual changes had made us so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immune&lt;/span&gt; to the life we're having now. We received all kinda news almost every half a year. That explains that she didn't love us as much as she should. Of course if we look at the brighter side of life, there are certainly others who are leading life worse off than me. Yet that wouldn't give me a better reason for living life so. I hate the life I'm having. Being the eldest, how much emotions am I handling? How much matters am I overseeing. since young. Who will understand? Who will care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FUCK SHITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-6405755106328210926?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/6405755106328210926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=6405755106328210926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/6405755106328210926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/6405755106328210926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-589835471981931040</id><published>2008-11-05T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:34:17.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uh huh! It's been more than a month since I last blogged. Haha! Any updates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a pretty long day. I knocked off that 9.30pm today! These 2 days I'm delegated to conduct come eleave and eovertime briefing, catered to all 4 shifts including the night shift employees. Hence, explains my late working hours. It's kinda enjoyable today. Because I'm really busy. Too busy even for a regular smoke break, or toilet break. But the challenge really perks me! I love the challenge, I love my job now, I like my boss, I like my colleagues, and I'm beginning to love the whole environment. The thought of job hopping slowly gets away. The feeling goes right. :) I'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What about the past 2 days? Goodness. It was hell. I had diarrhoea on Monday. And fever on Tuesday. What the... Had so many runs that I thought I'd died and drown in the toilet bowl! Bought new bedsheets with meimei yesterday. Brought Richard for Teppan. Mum was sweet, she came into my room in the middle of the night to check my temperature. Afterall, it ain't that bad uh? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, what causes my diarrhoea? It must be the food at Batam! Arrgghhh! Or even the beer!!! Food, Beer, Food, Beer = Diarrhoea. How could I not think of that. It must be. However, it was a relaxing trip, with the baby bra and company! Nice short relaxing trip! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My National 8 Ball Championship is over! As usual, Coach was grumbling. I haven't been practising for months? Haha! He could have murdered me if that wasn't illegal. Heee... But I'm sure you all know, that I'd already tried my very best. I won 5-0 1st round. And lost to Amy 5-3. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems like I'm having a good time all these while huh? Now here comes that sad one.... :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just recently, I've been dealing with this employee due to his work permit (wp) issue. Somehow, he was brought up to our attention that his wp was going to expire soon. Yet, there's no news of him renewing it. FYI, it's one's responsibility to renew his/her wp, and not the Company. My colleague was actually handling his case. But somehow, she handed everything to me. That's why I'm feeling even more upset than her. Anyway, I made a trip down to MOM to settle his wp issue. I got everything settled, and he was glad that he was able to continue his service in the Company as well. He smiled. As he was working on shift, and in the line production, I wouldn't get to see each and everyone of them including him everyday. He was on rotating shift. Again, almost a month had gone, his name appeared right in my excel spreadsheet. He hadn't signed his employee agreement. I stayed late that night to clear his stuff. He was the last guy to come down and see me that night. From far, I saw that cute, fair, plump guy in his jumpsuit walking towards me. I grinned. It's you again!!! Haha. We chatted awhile. And everything was fine. One fine day, he called me up in the office. "Emily, I'm LQ. I'm now hospitalised." I was shocked by this news. And I got to know that he was admitted few days back due to stomach ulcer. I thought it wasn't that serious, so I told him that he must let me know once he's discharged. He agreed and we ended our conversation. A day had passed. I called him up. "Hi LQ, so how are you today? When will you be discharged?" I was stunned by what I heard him over the phone. "I don't know. Doctor says I might be diagnosed Leukemia." HUHHHH??????!!!!!!!! How is that possible man! I couldn't believe my ears!!!! Well, just keep me updated ok?! I passed his message to my colleague and manager. We waited and waited. Got the nurse to liase with the Hospital. In the noon, everything was confirmed. LQ was diagnosed with Leukemia. I went down to see him that on that week. He was very weak. Yet, he didn't want us to inform his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I do not want to pen every single detail down as it would badly affect my feelings once again. He passed away 13 days after he was being diagnosed. I was so upset. To think that I'd talked to him, smoked with him, smiled at him, and now he's gone. From the picture of him alive, to him lying on the bed in the isolation ward, to him died on that bed after much struggle, to him all dressed up in the coffin, it's really heart-breaking. I broke into tears at the Singapore Casket finally. He's gone. All gone. Unbelievable. May you rest in peace, Li Qiang. Your family, friends and colleagues will always remember you.&lt;/span&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/17108154-589835471981931040?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/589835471981931040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=589835471981931040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/589835471981931040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/589835471981931040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring day...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-3798660030613880901</id><published>2008-09-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:18:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?' DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.&lt;br /&gt;'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man.&lt;br /&gt;'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.' The little boy sat straight up, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. &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/17108154-3798660030613880901?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/3798660030613880901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=3798660030613880901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/3798660030613880901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/3798660030613880901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2008/09/touching.html' title='Touching'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-2333795518520565614</id><published>2008-09-08T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:25:07.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sense of Directions . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally had a good hairdo. Been so frustrated lately, probably due to the weather, my hair, and the fats. So just do away with that long and messy hair, which Meimei termed it as "grass". Feel so fresh again! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a half day leave intention for the abovementioned. As I was on my way home, I was kinda lost. So many things I was pondering on. So many events and questions running through my mind. What do I want in life? First thing that came into my mind was career. What is it that I want to do? Am I happy working as a HR person? What is it that would really excite me when we talk about work? I feel so aimless once again. Frankly speaking, I really hate to be trapped inside an office 24/7, doing paper work and stuffs like that. I do enjoy talking to people, yet not too many. I'd prefer one to one. I like to learn about different kinda people. In fact, I would be really happy if I can get compliments by my excellent service. Perhaps I should be in the service line, instead of doing a 9-5 routine job. Fortunately, here in my current work place is not so much of routine as compared to my previous employment. At least I do meet challenges, I do meet different levels of human. Still, being tied up in the office is rather boring. And Arians do get bored easily. Arians needed to be recognised for good work done. Arians need plenty of challenges and high targets to be achieved. That's our motivation I guessed. Kinda sad that I couldn't find all of the above most of the times. This is the time when I begin to reconsider, should I continue doing HR, or changing a new industry can trigger my motivation towards work. Something is wrong somewhere. So demoralising. I hate the feeling. I'm not young anymore. Yet I'm not doing what I'm capable of. &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/17108154-2333795518520565614?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/2333795518520565614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=2333795518520565614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/2333795518520565614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/2333795518520565614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-sense-of-directions.html' title='No Sense of Directions . . .'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-6504055109589172473</id><published>2008-07-27T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:37:09.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enough of insults and humilation to my skills in pool. In fact I don't really understand why must people who know least about a profession be commenting so much in it. Of course I do know that their remarks are unworthy, but it just ain't easy to not take it to heart, you know what I mean. Pool means so much to me, it's just that, now, here in the realistic society, never can one really do what his/her heart feels. If I can, I would also wanna be the top pool player in the world. Who would give me the monetary items to fulfill the needs of me? I do love pool, I do have the passion. But... circumstances don't always allow. I believe I'm not the only one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;By the way, I just won myself a carton of guiness draft and a pool cue in last weekend's event. Speed pool, 35 seconds in 9 ball! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's time to put in efforts before the National competition strikes!&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/17108154-6504055109589172473?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/6504055109589172473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=6504055109589172473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/6504055109589172473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/6504055109589172473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-8374456042490362042</id><published>2008-07-05T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:22:34.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She has grown up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that things had improved. The love for him is there. She has got more care and concern for him. She learnt to know how important those pills are for him. Even it means that I'm not around during the night, or woke up late in the morning, she will do like what I always do for him. I'm really glad that she has grown up and know his importance. Though at times we may flare up due to certain reasons, the love is still unmeasurable. She loves him like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely things don't always go the way we want it to be. She loves him but hate her. I'm stucked in between. Frankly I do hate her at times too. But somehow I understand that all she did was trying to salvage her wrong doings. Then again, it got worse each time. If I'd a remote controller for her, I will pause it for sure when the evil thoughts strike her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will all these gonna end? We're all sick and tired of that side of her. She will never learn her lesson. It has been years... really decades. Everything went wrong from the start. I'm so sad and helpless. Only disappointments time and again. He's the only person who will tolerate her, his love for her is eternity. Ya, I guessed so. Otherwise, all these miseries should have been ended about 8 years ago. Now that he's a changed person, he's lost his mind, I'm the only person left to 'control'. If a person with the same seniority cannot put everything at a halt, how can one who's so much younger be able to? Fact and reason doesn't always apply to them. She won't sit down and listen to whatever I've to say, whatever we're going through. I did have a conversation with her last time round. That was about half a year ago or more. What's the point? A leopard will never change its spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really don't wanna be mean. I wanna respect her. I wanna love her even more than I'm loving her now. Yet she don't wanna earn that from us. What bothers her is the paper, the paper that destroys the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to my topic. Finally I saw her future, a future that she's building for herself. I'm really proud of her. Since 21 years ago, I already saw her difference from the rest of the kids. She's someone intelligent, diligent. She's as independent as I am. What's more, she plans her route well off even though alone. At times she would cry and whine, that's human nature, that's my baby, but she's clear of what she wants in life. I do feel ashame of myself as when I was her age, I think I'm still like a lost sheep in the farmland. No matter how much she has to go through, she doesn't cough out whatever she has suffered. In fact, she has her own way of living and enjoying. Of course, things could have been easier for her if not with us. Whatever it is, Good Job BABY! You've done us proud, and most of all, yourself! You're my great baby! I'm always with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-8374456042490362042?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/8374456042490362042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=8374456042490362042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/8374456042490362042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/8374456042490362042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-has-grown-up.html' title=''/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-6308050093931322430</id><published>2008-06-28T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:21:30.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job, New Environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Same Job, New Environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm beginning to like my current job. Or rather adapting to the new environment. Everything is almost settled down. I've also got the hang of it. Used to the AntertZ liao. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Last Wednesday, I was brought to TPY for recruitment activities. It was so fun. And I understand that when you think your job is "fun", time passes easily during work. Actually I know I love challenges, but first of all, I need to know my job before I'm able take on the challenges firmly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm gonna stay in my job, and prove to him that I'm capable of what I'm doing. And let him realise why my previous employment was such a long service one. :)&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/17108154-6308050093931322430?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/6308050093931322430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=6308050093931322430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/6308050093931322430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/6308050093931322430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-job-new-environment.html' title='New Job, New Environment'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-1022168955199001032</id><published>2007-12-18T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:05:12.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Colleagues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't confront straight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why give attitude? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to work together like that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know what kinda person am I, people who know me can't even stand me at times. I'm very straightforward, whether I'm happy, sad or angry, it's all written on my face. I don't like to hide my feelings/emotions. If I really do, probably it's not appropriate for me to do so, or I was just giving time to struggle and juggle my hweeling ah~ haiz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seriously do think that in a proper email at work, we should start with "hi", end with "rgds". I do feel offended or rather being rude if you don't do so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything changes in here. I'm very unhappy now I'm telling everyone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;YATCAI AH BIRDS! F THOSE OFF MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&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/17108154-1022168955199001032?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/1022168955199001032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=1022168955199001032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/1022168955199001032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/1022168955199001032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitch-colleagues.html' title='Bitch Colleagues'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-1555463495748197937</id><published>2007-12-06T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:10:26.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop following every little step that people take. Be it an action, behaviour, possession or even character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop being a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Copy Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It is such an annoyance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sucks to the core to realise everything I did before, you're doing it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-1555463495748197937?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/1555463495748197937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=1555463495748197937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/1555463495748197937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/1555463495748197937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/12/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-1276651275585793912</id><published>2007-12-02T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:02:55.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; stop feeling blue and upset whenever I think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's inheriting burdens to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I can't afford to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not easy to keep oneself motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't everyone of us do their part? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;BzB . . .  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-1276651275585793912?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/1276651275585793912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=1276651275585793912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/1276651275585793912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/1276651275585793912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/12/her.html' title='HER'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-7583488524349908926</id><published>2007-10-22T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:18:39.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;How do we define a good man for ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The only defination of a good man to me is, Richard. He went into his first and only courtship since his teenage years. Went into marriage in the late 20s, now with 2 kids. He doesn't own much things, but he never give his children any lesser happiness than other children would have. Worked hard for his family. Gave all the savings and money to his wife to control. He used to drink as pastime, but he gave up because he was once hospitalised due to overdosage of alcohol. He smokes. Usually somewhere that will not affect the healthy air ard his kids. He skimp and save all for his family, and everything for the family. Now that he's diagnosed with stroke, he turns very forgetful. He'd forgotten that his children are grownups, stepped into working life, they can take care of all family affairs. He'd forgotten whether he'd taken his medicine. He doesn't remember what day is today. So much details in life he has finally given up, letting down all his burden for 20 over yrs. Too much which I can't explain and tell to everybody. You can't imagine how nice man he was. My close ones would know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't tell me someone who once go out on dates with all kinds of girls is good! Don't tell me that a person who made different woman pregnant then go for abortion is good! Don't tell me someone who's revengeful is good! I wanna see decent guys, please!&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/17108154-7583488524349908926?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/7583488524349908926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=7583488524349908926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/7583488524349908926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/7583488524349908926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-man.html' title='Good man?'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-4791149211677719011</id><published>2007-05-31T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:32:01.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shin Bar 1's Defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Shin Bar 1 being defeated by Mischevious at sudden death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was a good fight for Stanley. I thought he did a very good job at e 'sudden death' aka decidal match when our game drew at 8 all with opponent team. Though he lost e match, e game was beautiful. We could see his disappointment in him for not being able to bring us into semi-finals. Nonetheless, it's nobody's fault. Shin Bar was leading 6-2. I wonder is it luck or arrogance in Shin that causes the defeat. Anyway this should be predicted at e start of e game, where no team spirit is in it, each played their own games, everyone just wants a WIN, and nobody cares for anybody. That's how I feel all e while in this yr's team. Everything was "down-down" this yr, nothing to be compared to last year, or even e year before. Ask "Jie", he knows what I mean. Hor, Jie? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let's see what's Shin 2's result tonight! (My former Champion Team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MACAU!!!!! I want to go Macau!!!!&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/17108154-4791149211677719011?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/4791149211677719011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=4791149211677719011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/4791149211677719011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/4791149211677719011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/05/shin-bar-1s-defeat.html' title='Shin Bar 1&apos;s Defeat'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-5431871710834195545</id><published>2007-05-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:36:44.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Another month of 'endurance test'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This month we're paying 5 different kind of bulk payments. Yes, its FIVE! :)&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I've calculated. 14 working days left to payroll closing. I'm really puzzled to why the agreements got to be signed all at once. In e past, people who were doing bulk payments never need to go through all these you know? I count myself very unlucky. Bulk payment was never too difficult for me to handle. But with the management &amp;amp; union now, they signed all these agreement late and for us to backdate these payments, its not easy job. Why am I always whining now and then about my own job scope? Because it's simply unfair. All they need to do is 'SIGN', thereafter agreement paper comes to our section, that's it! Can anyone imagine the shit coming up? It's no long challenge when 5 papers come at a time. Very demoralising. 2 pairs of hands. 14 days. 5 bulkpayments. All these make me feel so lost, so helpless like a baby? Can anyone help us?&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/17108154-5431871710834195545?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/5431871710834195545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=5431871710834195545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/5431871710834195545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/5431871710834195545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/05/endurance.html' title='Endurance'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-435932923530495584</id><published>2007-05-15T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:39:26.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I lost to Amy 5-1. I guessed I was too nervous, I played like a freak that day. I knew it would not be easy to overcome e fear I'd for the game even before e match starts. In fact e moment I saw the fixtures before e tourney, e shiver had already ran down my spine. Haha.. Freaky isn't it? Yeah, it's easy to say "just play your own game", when all e while you know how well you can play on e table. I knew my chances of winning was very slim, still I didn't manage to play it well. After the match, I thought to myself "I've many rooms for improvement, be it skills or e ability to overcome my fear. I will try HARDER! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Work hasn't been running smoothly. I'm fed up with myself today, for I couldn't do it near to perfect. I overlooked somethings, which I took it for granted that there won't be such cases. I assumed, and jumped into my own conclusions. All these now causes extra work. I'm Sorry. Yet there's one thing I wanna voice out! Even if I'm right, who would tell me that "Hey Emily, you did this correctly. Good job!". So what if I did my job wrongly, who's there to correct me? Who's there to counter-check with me? Who's there to guide me? I've been struggling there all by myself at times. Please don't counter-question me, I know what I'm doing. Try to find solutions. Work is piling up day after day. Like I'd said last yr, nobody will compliment you for doing a great job during bulk payment time, people will only find fault with e allowances which you held back because of e former! It's ok, people who understand, will understand. People who don't are just a piece of shit. But never will I use e former as an excuse always for e latter. Maybe I didn't organise my time well. Still, I'm very sure that if "I" can't do it, not many of e rest can. Anyone wanna try? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Great thing after all e above shits, issss..... my BONUS THIS YR!!! Hehehehe!!! Those from my Company will certainly be clapping, and laughing, and hugging each other when e Magical Number was announced during e business meeting man!!! Yipppeeee!!! This is e only motivation for now.....!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That day Coach says, "Train harder. We'll have chance to go overseas together. To train and exchange skills with other people (foreign pool players). Train and have fun together!" I smiled and nodded my head... There I was wondering.... Is it gonna be soon? Or still far? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064740407093312018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/RkmSkOxdOhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7HLTdfoKJes/s200/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From BiRd!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-435932923530495584?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/435932923530495584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=435932923530495584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/435932923530495584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/435932923530495584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/05/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/RkmSkOxdOhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7HLTdfoKJes/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-3306912915756282670</id><published>2007-05-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:52:27.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 National 8-Ball Championship (Ladies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was a tough fight yesterday. Initially it was smooth, I was leading 3-0. Joanne called for a time out returning with a continous 3 wins, we drew. It was a race to 5 match, I could have finished it off with 2 more racks. Yet we fought till 4 all. I really felt like giving it up on the decidal match. I couldn't finished all the balls on table. I was left with the last 14-ball. She has 4 other balls. I couldn't clear it, 80% of my game was confirmed lost. Her balls were well spread. She could clear it anytime. I took more than 2 mins to decide where my 14 to be placed. I pushed her 1-ball to my 14. That game took a very very long time... Until I decided to give it all in for that last 14 to try place the 8-ball to that one and only corner pocket. I potted it, the white ball ran furiously from top to the bottom of the table, and eventually stopped in front of my 8-ball. I heard applauses!!! :) I made it. I was lucky!! Everyone was watching. I was so nervous, at the same time elated. I potted it!! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My next opponent will be Amy Hoe.&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/17108154-3306912915756282670?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/3306912915756282670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=3306912915756282670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/3306912915756282670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/3306912915756282670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/05/2007-national-8-ball-championship.html' title='2007 National 8-Ball Championship (Ladies)'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-3521632762996842498</id><published>2007-05-01T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:39:26.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/Rjb2bexdOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7BoAvwRL6I/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059502183374731714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/Rjb2bexdOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7BoAvwRL6I/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; AI XIN BREAKFAST TO BOOST ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059502664411068898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/Rjb23exdOeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uWuP9OH8wig/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think all of us in the working class deserve this special day! In the past, maybe I don't really think that Labour Day holds much meaning, just another Public Holiday. But now I do. It's been almost 3 years of fulltime working at my current Company. Not many at my age who finished Polytechnic studies can stay on a job for more than 2 yrs. Especially this is my first job after studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Recently loaded with Bulk payments and recoveries, on top of that, our daily allowances payments. Though this time the management really give us sufficient time to complete, I still feel as if I'm racing with time. I've my nationals, and weekly tournaments to cope with. All are important to me. I just hope that my health don't give problem, I think I would be able to handle the workload. Actually its not the workload that cause stress in me, I think its Myself. I really hope I've 'more hands', 48hrs a day, 'split up myself (in chinese they call it "fen shen shu" hahaa), and whatever it takes to finish up all my tasks as how I wished it could be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's not like as if I can't work overtime, or go back to work on weekends. I can of course, but in the first place, its the Management who doesn't allow us to work overtime. Man... if I really can finish my work without spare time, I definitely leave on the dot. I'm a person who hates to work overtime unnecessarily. Cos I always believe I can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love the challenge, I hate the competition. Don't compete with me, I'm confident of winning. I know my stuff at the tip of my fingers. Paced up with me when need be, where work is concern, I want things to be done as soon as possible. I hate to be termed as incompetant, because that's not me. I certainly can hold up to what I'm given. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059504322268445170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/Rjb4X-xdOfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cJdCdT9Mlag/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love note from Boss! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059504438232562178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/Rjb4euxdOgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3K-2sNXa0gY/s320/Robocop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Resting my Eyes... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-3521632762996842498?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/3521632762996842498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=3521632762996842498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/3521632762996842498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/3521632762996842498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYDcZn2nQqA/Rjb2bexdOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7BoAvwRL6I/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-117602413591377686</id><published>2007-04-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:25:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who says I'd forgotten my password for my blog huh, BC? Hehee.. Like I'd said, once I stopped blogging for a week, then slowly many things happened, it became too much things to write, I turned lazy. Hahaa... In fact I got so much to say and many pictures to post. But if you look at my friendster, nothing seems to move. "Lazy" is the word. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long long time since Bong, Sinting and myself had a proper meal together. And yesterday we finally did to celebrate Peijun's birthday. After soooo long we wanted to have our steamboat, till yesterday we made it! Had some drinks over at Caesars with Bong and Sinting, we chatted for long hours. So many things to catch up. TinGZ went over to meet her friends at KTV, leaving me &amp; Bong to have the whole night talking from pool to her classmates, work to personal stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Crewroom, Yaowei &amp;amp; Jiawen (his godsis) joined us. Looking forward to the next drinking session, like we used to kill all those bastards on the table. Some people are just too Cheapo lah! Don't have to be bothered by them. Imagine even me as a girl, ever been approached by guys who wants to share the table money on such challenger tables. Been approached by them asking me to play double at the last 8ball. When I agree to them, I feel like I'm such a "gentleman". Goodness! They made me feel so manly! hahaha... They are simply losers. Only winners like us would stay on table baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, coming monday gotta rush for payroll closing, which is on Wednesday. To see whether anymore funny things be coming up from our DEARRR management again. Till then....&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/17108154-117602413591377686?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/117602413591377686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=117602413591377686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/117602413591377686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/117602413591377686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-another-sunday.html' title='Just another Sunday...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-117569372636106930</id><published>2007-04-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:10:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations at work (Part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm Back~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently had some frustrations at work, and this morning damn feel like putting all up in this blog. It's been almost 3 years I'm with SIA Engineering Company. Ever since a year ago this time, this damn feeling about my Company slowly built up in my heart. Hmmmm... First of all, please take a look at Aries as an Employee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aries employees make excellent &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;trouble-shooters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll usually want to be out in the field at a variety of different work sites fixing things. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They certainly won't be happy for very long behind a desk in a 9 to 5 schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The bored Aries employee who has been forced into a square hole will typically be restless, angry, and careless with details.&lt;/span&gt; No amount of money would compensate for being stuck in a routine job. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money in fact isn't why they are working at all. They do want to be paid fairly and need a status position to satisfy their competitive tendencies, but even more importantly, they'll want challenging new projects. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They typically&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to have a sense of responsibility and need to feel needed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In return, they'll give their all and provide detailed, consistent work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They will literally work themselves to exhaustion to prove themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wan to keep your Aries co-worker productive and happy, you'll want to give them the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;opportunity to work independently&lt;/span&gt; or let them help and lead less experienced workers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green - True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Orange - Very True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red - Absolutely True&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;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For instance, the most recent case. Our annual Service Increment (SI) agreement has yet to be signed since last October due. Management and Union has not come to an agreement therefore payment cannot be made. Same scenario happened in 2005. Payment was delayed quite a few months. And last minute when the agreement was finally signed and thrown to us, we at the backend was rushing like mad women in order to meet the payroll closing date. People who didn't have any hands on experience just throw a junk of papers with their autographs on it, without a second thought, demand us to pay on the desired date. Fine! We managed to do it. All by ourselves. I can tell you we're great! Great bunch of team, a team of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year same thing befalls. I don't understand why the management and union just couldn't come up quick with the agreement to allow us adequate time to complete the payment CORRECTLY. I hate it when I know there are errors and we still have no choice but to continue. Then thereafter back to amend again. This will not only waste our effort and time, it will corrupt the system and payslips. It's as though we playing the system you see. What came worse was, the Mgmt even almost tried to beat the timeline of 3days! For my goodness sake, in my opinion, payment should not only come with efficiency, it's nothing without accuracy!! Hell, 3 days?!?!?! Of course we may complete payments within 3 days, bearing in mind its 4000 over ppl. Yet so what if payment is done, but errors are all over?? We as the backend of course would wanna prevent such happenings, then if forced to do so? The following month we gotta spend another how many daysssss to correct our own mistakes. This is really sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like telling that top person to stop showing off her efficiency and abilities putting us at stakes, in crisis. You don't deserve any respect. BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on standby. My weekend might be burnt. I'm very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, last Friday just got an insult by a superior. "Get the lowest paid staff to do it." Hahahaha... What a joke. Another person who doesn't deserve any respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Although he didn't mean it, I can't take it. Thanks to him! He stir up the drive in me. The drive to succeed in LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To be Continued....&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/17108154-117569372636106930?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/117569372636106930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=117569372636106930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/117569372636106930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/117569372636106930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2007/04/frustrations-at-work-part-one.html' title='Frustrations at work (Part One)'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-115269060448174033</id><published>2006-07-12T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:50:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I've got my Class 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wow! It's been ages since I last do blogging. Life has never been easier though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/drive_to_ta__but_no_drinkin_n_driving__haha[1]...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/drive_to_ta__but_no_drinkin_n_driving__haha%5B1%5D...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Got my licence few days back! Failed my TP somewhere in April. Too lazy to carry on learning, until few days before my 2nd TP, my instructor called and over e phone he said, "Wei! You still don't wanna come for lessonS! Your TP nearing you know!!" My initial thought was to cancel and postpone it later. Anyway I don't need that licence urgently I thought. Nevertheless, he advised me not to. So I went for 1 lesson + a warm up lesson before my actual driving test. Everything was so sudden. As I thought, since I just got my money, might as well heed his advice and throw in some money for e 2nd TP. Pass pass, fail bo bian lor. God knows, Bird knows! I passED!!!!!! Weeeee heeeeee~ &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The feeling you should know lah, when all the tester said were like you're gonna fail, but you know you did your best, and as he marked a "tick" on e checkboxx PASS on the paper itself. Hahaa!! Great!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Broke the news to BirD, to my meimei, Adel, BonG, YW, ArieS, Jennifer, ConstaNCE, Bro, TiNGZ etc la.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Sunflower%20strawb%20card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next day at work got a pleasant SURPRISE from BiRD.. As I stepped into e office, approaching my workstation, I saw my "pig" in a plastic bAG! I was begun boiling, but before I could, I saw a lovely pinkish strawberry on my chair! Hehee... Then my PC was on, so somebody must haven been sitting at my desk huh! :) Then I saw a SunFlower! That brightens up My DAY!! Hehee, on it, it wrote:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/U%20did%20it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU DID IT! =) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO: JERTZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROM: BIRD&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Image%28874%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Jus%20B..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I could not stop smiling, smiling to myself. With the flower, there stood a card. A card by "I know who by looking at the writing &amp; the badly marker-shaded heartshape to cover up smting". Hahaha... The card was so special, everything was so special that day. Never felt like that other than my Birthday every yr. Thanks for all the encouragement, trust, belief, everything from everyone! You know who you all are. Great bunch of friends! ;)&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/17108154-115269060448174033?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/115269060448174033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=115269060448174033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/115269060448174033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/115269060448174033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-ive-got-my-class-3.html' title='Finally I&apos;ve got my Class 3!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-114180978241907148</id><published>2006-03-08T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:23:02.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today will be my 10th lesson of driving. 3rd time in circuit. So far so good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Actually I'd still no idea what to write here. Hmmmm......~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's no improvement in Dad's condition at all while I'm gonna get exhausted soon. My temper hasn't been real good as time goes by. Helpless and uncontrollable are only words to describe me facing Dad's sickness. I felt so useless at times. Everything I do now, I gotta be very cautious. Because I'm liable to his sickness, whether he turns better or going worse. I'm responsible for all these. I feel so heavy hearted all these while. What should I do exactly? Can anybody guide me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Recently my granduncle passed away. Went to e wake and seen through all sorrows of my Aunties. Took half day leave that day to accompany him through e last few walks of life. Saw a totally brand new, high-tech crematorium. Entirely different from my memories when my grandfathers were cremated more than a decade ago. Still no matter how e place changes, when you have to go there, it only means e end of a Life. For those who weren't so close with them, it's just an end of a Life. But what about those who really loved them, and loved by them? Those who have walked into the deceased lives? How saddening would it be? I cannot imagine at all.. Are we able to face all these oncoming realities of Life which each of us will be going through, sooner or later... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;............................. (~To be continued~) ............................&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/17108154-114180978241907148?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/114180978241907148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=114180978241907148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/114180978241907148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/114180978241907148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/03/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113989976611461038</id><published>2006-02-14T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:49:27.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th February 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wahh.. So long haven't been updating my blog already! Cos' I really don't know what can I write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, first of all, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt; It's February the 14th again, and here I am Single again! It's been almost 2 years... I used to celebrate with my bErtZ for e past 2 years. This year decided something different, thought she might go out with other guys, still she chose not to. : Defeat my purpose lah.. haha~ However to me, this kinda special day means spending tons of money, which doesn't allow me now, therefore I chose not to. Who knows, I might still ended up with her! Hehee.. That naughty sweetie pie of mine, the closest thing on earth... Loved her so muchy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"If without you, my life would never be so complete. Thanks for being there for me! And Jie really loves you like my own babysis."&lt;/span&gt; -from JerTZ to BertZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Times haven't been easy, and will never become easier then before. Thanks for understanding how much I need you to be by my side, giving me e courage to face it all...&lt;/span&gt; - from J to B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On a special day like this, it will also be nice if I could tell my friends how much I'd appreciate them all. For the past few years, other than J.E.W, so many friends had been throuht with me for different times. Sharing thoughts and life with me... Here I go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Audrey Jie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Xuelin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evelyn Gwee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Valerie Ng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Brandon Teo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;William Koh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jasmine Toh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rykiel Ng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Martin Chan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SinTing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Constance Lim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bro&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;JiaoLian&lt;/span&gt;.... These people are all who'd had / going through different phases of my life from Secondary till now... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special people in my life who I care &amp;amp; respect at least once! Though some might not be much of contact now or later, I would wish you guys all e best from e Bottom of My Heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I might have missed out some names, but it doesn't matter as long as you know how much you mean to me, like I mean to you.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What about my 2006 so-called resolution?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be e most filial and perfect daughter. Afterwhich would be training hard for my GOAL! It's only right if year by year we've spent it more fruitfully. And I really hope this year will be a better one...&lt;/span&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/17108154-113989976611461038?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113989976611461038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113989976611461038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113989976611461038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113989976611461038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/02/14th-february-2006.html' title='14th February 2006'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113887094492995511</id><published>2006-02-02T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:02:24.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is Day 5 of Chinese Lunar New Year! Gong Xi Fai Cai!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Daddy is still the same. Last night after e quarrel with him, I regretted so much. Have I not done my part as a daughter? I've tried my best to control my temper, to talk things nicely to him, care for him, etc. So many times he just let me have e thought that I don't mean so much to him. It's ok. Because I knew he loved my sis alot more. Somehow I knew before my sis, at least he'd loved me wholeheartedly for four years. It's good enough. Maybe because I've put on so much of a tough side, be it through conversation or behaviour. Yet deep down I knew I felt the deepest for my Family. Anyway fortunately nothing happened yesterday, otherwise I know I will definitely live in regrets for the rest of my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we can do now is to have time and patience with him. Perhaps in the past we'd neglected him too much. I just hope my mum and sis would do the same only... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please give me all the patience I need for him!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113887094492995511?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113887094492995511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113887094492995511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113887094492995511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113887094492995511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/02/patience.html' title='Patience....'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113755181683890626</id><published>2006-01-18T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:36:56.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling worried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, he has lost his sense. He's no longer e Daddy I'd with me. He has totally changed and evolved into another character. Selfish is e word to describe him now.. I know he didn't mean it, he didn't want things to be like that, because his mind is just not right. But I couldn't help it. In fact I'm so helpless like a baby now.. Whenever I think of him now and e past, I feel e pain and hurt in there. To me, he was a great man whom I'd respected. A man who would do anything for his family, ANYTHING. Even it means that he would have to starve himself for our books, he would do it quietly. He protects of all us well. So many things he did for us, putting aside his dignity, egoism of a man. He has done so much more than a Daddy would. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An entirely different him now is making me worried like he never did before... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality really hurts huh? I'm so hurt now................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113755181683890626?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113755181683890626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113755181683890626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113755181683890626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113755181683890626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-feeling-worried.html' title='I&apos;m feeling worried...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113704065669617431</id><published>2006-01-11T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:01:51.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du Jia Photos from Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Genting for &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; 2006 Reaching for the Stars&lt;br /&gt;Concert Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/CIMG0546.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0546.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uno Stacko! Haha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20082.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat FightSsss...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20045.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Time for recuperation.. Relaxing on bed..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0619.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Disturb la Jen, I taking baby's photo, you there for what! Qiang Jing Tou sial..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Picture%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lazy TinGZ on Bed again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Picture%20116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What la? Silly Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/CIMG0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BertZ says she looks like one of e project superstar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss WeiLian sial... hahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Picture%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BertZ and her best Buddy.. Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Picture%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sorry but I hate shopping... Zzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's us, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After the Concert...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&amp;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&amp;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0636.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113704065669617431?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113704065669617431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113704065669617431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113704065669617431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113704065669617431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/01/du-jia-photos-from-genting.html' title='Du Jia Photos from Genting'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113697227587201363</id><published>2006-01-11T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:37:56.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time, S.H.E were Reaching for The Stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; !    &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; !    &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wow~ Their performance was marvellous sia.. Maybe because this time I watched the concert in Malaysia, it was more exciting and "high"!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Left e hospital and rushed home before meeting TinGZ and Bong. Met Jen &amp; BerTZ at woodlands, crossed over to M'sia to catch our night coach up Genting again. Didn't really sleep well on coach cos as usually uncomfortable and unnatural for e neck. We reached Genting only around 6am in e morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0550.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Giggling through as we were walking towards Resort Hotel as all of us saw &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TingZ's HUM face -- &gt; (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/span&gt; hahaha... Because she didn't know that we'd booked e Hotel earlier on. *Bong is e one who wanna keep it from you hor!* While she settled at CBTL, all of us were at e counter, and the receptionist even surprised us by having let us check in early. Only break e good news to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TinGZ&lt;/span&gt; thereafter. All of us rest ourselves for a few hours before we began our day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let's Welcome our Sleeper of e Year 2006! PIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lazy as she can be, 1st to knock out in a very awkward sleeping position, and e last to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The weather was as bad as 16.6 degree celcius. Too foggy for any outdoor activities again. Poor &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TinGZ&lt;/span&gt;, 2nd attempt failed. Nevertheless, we had some indoor rides, gunshooting, shopping and ktv session to pass our time. Talking about the GunShoot, I'd never thought I would lose to a girl man. The way she shoots, almost 100% accuracy. I couldn't believe my eyes initially, until I found out that she's working there one... *Cheyyhhh~* But I also not bad lah. =P (Zhen me shuo wo zai secondary de shi hou ye shi na guo marksmanship de ma..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20102.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Over to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Be a Star*&lt;/span&gt; for singing.. practising for e concert later on ma.. haha! Headed back to Hotel room for washup before e concert started at Arena. I suggested a bet for us, everyone comes out with 10RM, and guessed 3 songs by S.H.E that they would sing as e commencing song. The winner will win e bets. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BoOoM! *Wei shen me jiu shi zhao bu wu xie de mei gui hua...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The answer is Bu Xiang Zhang Da!! Congrats ah Bong! She guessed correctly. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My Digi Cam wasn't able to capture e best shots of them, luckily Jen brought her ViewCam. Power siang~ Halfway through e concert we went down free standing area to catch an even better view of them. Wahh... They were so close man. Hebe was so pretty, their combination were just too good to describe. I mean compared to other girl band. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The moment we stepped into e free standing area, I felt very high lo...&lt;/span&gt; hahaha!! Like crazy lidat sial.. At one time, Bong even carried me on her shoulders. Too bad our coordination wasn't good. Hee... Very soon e Concert ended. Hmmm... &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promised myself next time when I go watch their concert again, I would bring e biggest light stick I could find. Watch out for me, S.H.E! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Picture%20152.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0614.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Back to our Hotel Room,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;presents a mini-concert to our audience and fans in e room.. Hahaha! All of us would remember Bong's reaction then. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick dinner, we headed to Safari Disco. *Dance*Dance*Dance* But not enough drinks for me, cos it was too expensive, 80.50RM for 5 btl of Carlsberg. Damn. That time we only paid for 68RM nett lor.. Cheat sia.. Afterwhich they went Casino, while &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TinGZ&lt;/span&gt; go back Zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Next day woke up, showered, ate, head back to Singapore!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;For me, this trip main activity which I looked forward was the Concert. Like I'd said, e concert was marvellous, great, yi chi bang! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*2 ThumbSs UP* Good job ah, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;! Jiayou! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0626.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Other than that, of cos e company is very important. I think I'd really enjoy being with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bong&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TinGZ&lt;/span&gt;. We had lotsa fun, jokes and mingle around well with one another. Especially &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bong&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TingZ&lt;/span&gt;. Great to comment about. I hoped they have e same thinking as me hor..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/CIMG0562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Didn't caught scenes of &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TinGZ&lt;/span&gt; drunk again, but at least managed to capture scenes like BertZ letting Jen sniff smelling socks while she's asleep. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bong&lt;/span&gt; high-pitched screaming for &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;. NG shots of Reaching for the Stars etc etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't been going training, because I'd to be home. I really wanted to go very much though. Haiz.... Don't know whether Pa's sickness will be a long-term one, but it seems...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113697227587201363?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113697227587201363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113697227587201363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113697227587201363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113697227587201363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/01/once-upon-time-she-were-reaching-for.html' title='Once Upon a Time, S.H.E were Reaching for The Stars...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113634055741072068</id><published>2006-01-04T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:09:17.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good start for 2006; Hope things turn better..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/CIMG0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my mum's Birthday on Monday.. Waited for Dad's return at ard 8pm.. Had our dinner together at Crystal Jade. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Mummy! *Muakz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Pool Haven yesterday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Congrats to KK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He won 11-3 against Tiong Boon. Received my pathetic prize cheque for coming into semi-final round. Hahaha... Lame! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No mood now.. I just hope everything would be fine.. Otherwise I will go crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113634055741072068?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113634055741072068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113634055741072068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113634055741072068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113634055741072068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-good-start-for-2006-hope-things.html' title='Not a good start for 2006; Hope things turn better..'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113627656838219523</id><published>2006-01-01T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:02:04.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2006~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/CIMG1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;X'mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/CIMG1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/CIMG1414.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Power Combines... &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10 Bro Sis&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For me, my Christmas and New Year I spent it quite simple yet nice. Had some christmas presents from my friends and sisters. Thanks so much! I love them all. On my way to training, I have am Mp3 to listen to, a pair of sunshades to protect me from e glaring sun. A jacket which I can use during training as Pool Haven has quite cooling air-cons. A diary to write on about my pool progress. What else? Now, I think I'm fully-equiped for progression in Pool. I will keep any updates of my Pool here... Please be patient, my audience... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Went up to Mt Faber for dinner with &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; on xmas eve, and we saw e slimmest christmas tree ever... haha! Had some peaceful times there, with only 3 of us. Food and environment was e best there at where we were situated, but its e people that makes e atmosphere perfect. Simple countdown at Carls Pub, with Jasmine, GP and Jen's colleague. Yup, its e people that create e sparks for special occasion like this. (Took some pix, but all with BertZ. She hadn't followup with me on e photos..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;As for New Year Eve, we had various last minute plans. In e end, we took e one where &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; joined 10 Bro Sis, watched e Fireworks dsiplayed at Esplanade. It was really amazing! Beautiful! First time in my life, e fireworks was just right above me. I'd a clear view of it.. It was so bright that I almost couldn't open up my eyes fully. I loved e ones that &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; loved. The one in gold, showering down slowly from e Sky. Wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then e spraying session begun. But so sad, our ammo ran out so quickly, bought too little because too last minute le ba.. Its ok girls, next year, we gonna make sure that we are fully armoured. Yeah~ Had a fun time squeezing e foams and strings at people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Arrived at Cineleisure Kbox 1.45am.. We sang till about 6am in e morning.. Everyone looked so tired while &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; just started their engine of e night~ Haha..! To me, so long e place is not crowded, and with e right people, I would have had an enjoyable night. Somehow I did for that 2 festival eves.&lt;br /&gt;May all of us have a smooth-sailing 2006! Most importantly, please stay healthy.......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Best wishes~&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/17108154-113627656838219523?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113627656838219523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113627656838219523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113627656838219523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113627656838219523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006.html' title='Happy 2006~!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113590347786917068</id><published>2005-12-29T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:44:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not easy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The road ahead to success is long and humpy. Of course it's not easy for anyone, but so long if we've enjoyed e journey through, this few years of running may seem alot smoother. I may stumble a lot of times, and fall a few times, but I know I wouldn't want to give up this sport which I can excel in. During these years, I would need alot of support and encouragement. To achieve my goal, I need to forsake many things i.e time with friends or family. But once I'm done, I would have ample time for anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Last Friday I was on leave, supposed to shop for xmas presents, but I took out time to go down for training. Reached Pool Haven around 12noon, started to train. Initially I thought I would have to go off by 5pm to complete my shopping, in e end, time passed until about 8pm before I left that place. Almost trained full 7hrs there for that day. Before that I already told JiaoLian that I would be going down e next day as well. Quickly rushed for shopping (something which I dread doing). I was damned tired. Met up with Bong for makan. And then Yw for some drinks at Caesars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After a tiring day, slept for not more than 6hrs, went down for training as promised. But I knew I couldn't for long that christmas eve, as I would have to rush back to meet up with my J.E.W. However, I thought I'd fulfilled more than e norm of 3hrs, should be ok. Who knows JiaoLian just give me that look, like I'm not interested in training. When I said I'd to leave, he grumbled "Xuan shou bu lian, jiao lian LIAN!!....(Players don't train, Coach TRAIN!)..." Alamak! Haiz... That's not what I want mah.. Monday went down, he gave me a cold shoulder. I'm not very sure if its because of me la.. Anyway for whole 4hrs he didn't talk much, whereas for me, I'd just train as normal, although without him guiding beside me, its kinda weird. What to do? haiz... But e last hr of training, he started blabbering again. Haha! Like under suppress for quite long liao hahaha... He taught me as usual, with patience... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Haven't been going down e past few days, due to my time and e National 9-ball Championships (Mens). By e time I reached there, e possiblilty of having a table to train is so small. Might as well, wait till e tournament ends, or only Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;William just called me. He's very upset. A stillborn nephew. Tell me how far is death....?&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/17108154-113590347786917068?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113590347786917068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113590347786917068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113590347786917068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113590347786917068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-not-easy.html' title='Life is not easy..'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113497820870759826</id><published>2005-12-18T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:27:51.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National 9 Ball Championships - Semi-Finals (15/12/2005 7.30PM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Emily Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was defeated &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I felt something amissed before my match. My energy was totally drained out for that match. I couldn't find back e strength I've got in e previous matches. This time even how I forced myself to concentrate, my strokes and vision wouldn't allow me, instead worsened. I just could not fight on.. Lack of something. Perhaps experience really counts, which lacks in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After e game, I told myself : Its ok Emily, Jiao Lian will understand this. And that remember he told you, win/lose it doesn't matter now. You must be patient enough to accomplish better results. I believed that when he's back he will smile to me and tell me that again. Yeah, no matter what, I was once a semi-finalist in National 9Ball Championships. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I will train harder to achieve a better result! I wanna excel in this! And I will... with all my determination and hardwork, I shall do it one fine day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Charlene : &lt;strong&gt;Luck of e draw is always part of e match, but luck of e draw couldn't bring you all e way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this competition, especially e last match I had, I felt that it was e opportunity that was right in front of me I didn't grab! That was what saddens me most. Amy lost to May 7-5 incredibly, how could it be? Must have been a chance for me to go on further than semi-finals right! Perhaps. Nevertheless, I've learnt my lessons through this very 1st National 9Ball Competition I took part in. Winning / Losing is not as important to me as yet, because I've just made my first steps to start training. Practice makes perfect. Ironically, not every shots can be perfect. We can only lessen our mistakes. Good players play smart, less mistakes. The player who makes e least mistakes shall win. Experience build guts, guts in trying unfamiliar shots. Luck counts. Focus - talent and effort are nothing without focus and determination. When you put your heart to play, they listen and obey. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so glad that I've friends who were so encouraging, no matter in words or action, person or sms. I will continue to strive harder in e coming years.... Thanks pals &amp; sisters! You know who you are... It's so wonderful that you believe in me, I will go on and on~ ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: Charlene won May Ong in Finals with score 9-3. Her first National 9 Ball Championship's title. &lt;strong&gt;*Applause!!*&lt;/strong&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/17108154-113497820870759826?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113497820870759826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113497820870759826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113497820870759826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113497820870759826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/national-9-ball-championships-semi.html' title='National 9 Ball Championships - Semi-Finals (15/12/2005 7.30PM)'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113462124307706348</id><published>2005-12-15T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:34:03.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National 9 Ball Championships - 14/12/2005 7.30PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shemaiah Ng&lt;/span&gt; Vs &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Emily Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing seemed to be in place yesterday before my match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My mood was down down DoWn! I dunno why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I wasn't in e right dresscode, almost got disqualified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My cue was hurt when I was panicky due to my dresscode.&lt;br /&gt;(Now there's a slight scar on it caused by me in National 9 Ball '05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Half of me wasn't concentrating no matter how hard I try to focus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But I was lucky somehow... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won 7-4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's e third time 7-4, BingoO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today's match 7.30pm as usual, but Race to 9! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My opponent is May Ong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;May I have back all e mood/spirit/morale/hweeling etc. later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qing Shen Ci Wo Li Liang Baaaa!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113462124307706348?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113462124307706348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113462124307706348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113462124307706348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113462124307706348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/national-9-ball-championships-14122005.html' title='National 9 Ball Championships - 14/12/2005 7.30PM'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113452913099042457</id><published>2005-12-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:51:56.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National 9 Ball Championships - 13/12/2005 7.30PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shanna Ng&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Emily Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As usual I'd quite a good lagging which starts my game off. I took glances at my scoreboard twice. I was leading 3-1. And then when it comes to 5-3, Shanna called for a time-out again. I was damned afraid that e 3 years back incident would happen. I was praying so hard, BerTZ &amp; Yw were praying too. I could feel it. &lt;strong&gt;And BertZ was so spritually with me in yesterday's match.&lt;/strong&gt; First time to feel it. Because almost everytime I missed a shot, or won my game, I would turn and look at her. In her eyes, she told me I could do it. Before e game striked off, she told me,"I got a feeling today you can win her". &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really came true and I took back e sweetest revenge of e year 2005. I won 7-4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Feelings and thoughts thru this match:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) BertZ &amp;amp; Yw were so concentrated on every shot I took for this match. And I mean every shot. I believed they could memorise whichever shot I took were good shots, and whichever that could be improved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2) I imagined Jiao Lian by my side, coaching me some of my inconfident shots. He said, "Ni kan na li qiu orh, ni jiu miao zun ta, shun shun de ba ta tui guo qu. yao miao zun orh.." (You look at that shot, aim properly, and then slowly pushed it smoothly into e pocket.) And yes, I slotted e balls into e pockets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Last few shots to winning my match. I told myself, "Emily, you see everybody is looking at you, all your supporters (imagining everyone there to be my supporters). All wanted you to win. Just slowly and steadily do it. Come on!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4) BertZ really calm my mood down, and did alot of telepathy communication with me. We talked through e competition by heart. She had many encouraging moves and words to me. And I listened then abide by them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5) My mind kept recalling what Jiao Lian had told me. I communicated to him too! At one point of time I cried to him, "Jiao Lian, I really don't how to safeguard that shot!" But still he wasn't around in Sg, I'd to make a fast decision by myself. Nobody could help me. I was so afraid. In e end, I really missed that shot. Yet it seemed that luck was on my side. Shanna didn't potted it too. And I took e chance to finish e game!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) BertZ told me, " I was communicating to your cues. Your owner has brought you (cues) out for e first time to National tournaments. You guys must do it for her....." Sounded funny? But they really did a good job. I understood &amp;amp; loved them even more after yesterday's match. And I loved BertZ even even more ever since she told me her many many thoughts she had, that nobody would feel this for me, just like her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I thought I already had enough attention yesterday. 2 fully concentrated persons watching through my games &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thoroughly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No unnecessary words/movements. Everything was just right. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I potted my last shot, BertZ BANGED on my table!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Haha!!! She almost jumped out of joy! Yw too had a great smile and happiness for me. I could feel every joy they had for me! I made my day, they made my day toO!!!!!! So h&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;y..... SO &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!!!! SO &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; SIAL!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ah.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Now, today (14/12/05) will be my quarter finals match with Shemaiah Ng. I don't know her well. I'd never play with her before. And I know I gotta keep my cool, just like yesterday. I will continue to remember what Jiao Lian had told me for Shanna's match, and I'll move on from there. Bong msged me " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bi sai xian zai cai gang gang kai shi (now e game has just started...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Haha! Agree with her lah.. But I think she watched too much tv shows liao lorr..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see my zao hua today! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I should thank my boss for understanding as well, cos I'd took another half day today. Hee.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B's yao fang to win : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do your usual. Don't ganchiong. Don't be too eager to win. Don't be overconfident. Don't be moody. Concentrate. Don't stroke too fast. Sure win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once again, JIAYOU E&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;Y!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;JIAYOU&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JIAYOU&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JIAYOU&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Arrrgggghhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&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/17108154-113452913099042457?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113452913099042457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113452913099042457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113452913099042457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113452913099042457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/national-9-ball-championships-13122005.html' title='National 9 Ball Championships - 13/12/2005 7.30PM'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113444814524063168</id><published>2005-12-13T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:50:36.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National 9 Ball Championships - 12/12/2005 7.30PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I was on leave. I had allowed myself to have full 8hours of sleep before e my 7.30pm match in National 9Ball Championships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My back ankle to heel part aches like hell. Few years back I'd this problem as well, but after seeing a chinese physician, e ache never occur anymore. Until recently... I don't know e cause of this ache, usually it's after prolonged standing. Too much weight on my ankle/heel for too long. Actually I also couldn't really rationalise this. I thought it was just inherited. My mum and sis too have this problem, weak legs. Well, I just hope that it would allow me to finish my competition before e pain occur again, because its unbearable, and I could barely walk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was against Lily last night. Had a pretty good lag, so I started e 1st rack. I lost. 0-1. 2nd round won back again. 1-1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Before I realised, I was behind her 2 racks le. 4-2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BertZ was there. Jen, Jasmine, Guoping, Yaowei &amp; James were there too. So many eyes were staring at me, my cue and 9ball on e table. So scary sial... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But I did a good job by catching up to 6-4 before Lily called for a Time-out.&lt;/span&gt; 5mins later, I came back. One more rack to complete my first round. I was so afraid that e incident of Shanna's get-back after the time-out would happen again. And I made it that it never happen for this match. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was lucky! 5! 5! 5! BertZ, Yaowei &amp;amp; Amy! Thanks guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be meeting Shanna tonight again. 3 years back, I played with her in 8Ball. My first time. I would try to not think about e defeat I'd playing with her. And now it's a brand new me, meeting her in National 9 Ball Championships 2005! Wish me all e luck! I just want to know if I could win back what I've lost. It's my chance now... So pls..... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; E&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;Y!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: JiaoLian just called (12.26pm 13/12/05). He's going back to Taiwan today to visit his family. He's flying off soon. He still called me to say &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hao hao da o jin wan!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yes I will, JiaoLian!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113444814524063168?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113444814524063168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113444814524063168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113444814524063168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113444814524063168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/national-9-ball-championships-12122005.html' title='National 9 Ball Championships - 12/12/2005 7.30PM'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113411952716580796</id><published>2005-12-09T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:14:37.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck to myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Last Saturday I met up with my Jie. Later Bro came too. She came back from Bangkok so we met up for a drink. So happy to see her, and Bro too, they are kinda like my "real" elder siblings. Because I'm e eldest in my family, I got no exact sibling to put off my "childishness". With them, I sometimes am able to do so. They adore me. Maybe due to Jie falls under e Libra sign, she's someone who seldom express herself. So I may not know how much I'm in her heart. Nevertheless, she's always a sister I've respected and loved all these while. As for Bro, haha... He's someone who can sweet-talk to ladies he may find interest in, to me, he does toO! BUT in a brotherly way, of cos! I always believe that we are just brother and sis, others who see us may think otherwise. Who cares? He really would tell me he adores me, loves me and all. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Back to training yesterday, complained to JiaoLian whatever that had happened to me whilst his absence in Sg. He told me, "Don't bother about her lah. Nobody likes her here anyway!" Woohoo! I'm not e only one YOU SEE! I knew it. She has got big attitude problem. Don't talk about her liao. Yesterday, Jiaolian asked me to play a game with Agnes, and I lost to her 7-4. Kinda dismoralising. On e other hand, I can also treat it as a "push" for a brand new start. Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambate, Emily!!! Just play your best in e upcoming Nationals. And start from there. Going forward, no more skipping of trainings unnecessarily. You will be a disappointment to Jiaolian, yourself, loved ones and friends... (Talking to myself!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sms received by Amy Hoe when she lost in e Final match of Seagames 8Ball Pool Women.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Congrats! You've got a silver!] -friend of hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tears rolled down from her cheeks. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ans: It's because of e defeat that's why she'd won a Silver and not Gold. It's e defeat that saddens her. And what's e Congrats all about? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That was her thinking! Initially I also thought that Silver is so much good enough le, but after hearing those words from her, I would agree with her too! Haizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Harlo trained well? D coach thinks highly of u... I can c tat" msg from KK. Thanks! I will strive hard this time! Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh ya! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;KK won a Gold for Singapore! In 9Ball Pool. WooOo~ Congrats Champion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And thanks for your msg, it's very encouraging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Btw, I'll be going up Genting AGAIN. This time is to watch S.H.E Zhen Ming Tian Nv Concert. On e 7th January 2006. "Wo bu xiang, wo bu xiang, bu xiang zhang da~"&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/17108154-113411952716580796?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113411952716580796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113411952716580796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113411952716580796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113411952716580796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-luck-to-myself.html' title='Good Luck to myself!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113376471080713043</id><published>2005-12-04T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:38:30.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Seagames - 8 Ball / 9 Ball Pool Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Really let BeRTZ guessed correctly. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amy Hoe got Silver medal in 8 Ball Pool Women's category. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not only that, today she won another Bronze medal in 9 Ball Pool Women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's a double win man! Great! Although I didn't get to watch them play, Coach already told me she can do it. I think e another lady player lost in quarter / semi rounds. Nothing from her. But it's alright, all in all, Singapore ladies had won 75% of their matches. Charlene 1 Bronze, Amy Bronze + Silver. Good Job man! So happy for them. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........................... When is my turn? (-_-")&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/17108154-113376471080713043?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113376471080713043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113376471080713043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113376471080713043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113376471080713043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-seagames-8-ball-9-bal_113376471080713043.html' title='2005 Seagames - 8 Ball / 9 Ball Pool Women'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113349842182579986</id><published>2005-12-02T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:46:27.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Seagames - 8 Ball Pool Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Charlene Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;won a Bronze medal for Singapore in 8Ball Pool women category!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saw this in e newspaper this morning, Charlene made it to e 3rd placing for Singapore in e 2005 Seagames (Pool). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS, Charlene!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What about Amy Hoe and Jeff Tan? No news so far. I think 9Ball has yet to start, not quite sure about it. Only knows that Amy and Jeff will be playing 9Ball Pool Women for Singapore. I hope they can bring back more glories to Singapore, as well as e Council. Jiayou!!! &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/17108154-113349842182579986?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113349842182579986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113349842182579986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113349842182579986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113349842182579986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-seagames-8-ball-pool-women.html' title='2005 Seagames - 8 Ball Pool Women'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113334140545056976</id><published>2005-11-30T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:29:26.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to train like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Good news : TinGZ passed her FTT! This was actually before we went Genting! We were praying hard that she passed, so that we could have a more enjoyable start for our Genting/KL trip that time. Indeed, she passed! No sweat sial! Good job, TinGZ!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Came back from Genting, I was on leave on Tuesday (22/11/05), had my schedule planned for that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1100 - 1230 Driving (2nd lesson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I thought I could wake up early since I'm on leave and deliberately scheduled e lesson in e late morning. But still I woke up late, and rushed to my lesson. So malu. 2nd lesson only late liao. (-_-''') Frankie let me drove around in Ubi, was taught e biting point (half clutch control thing..) Getting more and more fun liao... I drove to TinGZ house downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1345 - 1545 SteamBoat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Image%28735%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Met up with TinGZ since she was on leave as well, went for Tian Tian Huo Guo. Wahhh...! Delicious sial~ Especially e pork, yuMMy! (See below) We ate so full-up, got ourselves bloated before we left e restaurant. I would love to go back for more food again. Think of e pork now, I start to drool again. *SlurpZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Image%28736%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1615 - 1745 See Coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He was held up in a meeting, so waited for him for sometime. Our agreement was that I would be back for training. He told me he would arrange for me to train. Nag and Nag at me............................................................ But I knew he just wanted to me be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1900 - 2030 JB reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a simple and light dinner. Chatted so many things about my Genting Trip and e days I wasn't in SG. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So my leave was quite spent quite fruitfully.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something happened yesterday, which made me fumeD for awhile. As JiaoLian told me to be back for training, I tried to plan my week to go back for 5times a week actually. I started going back on last Friday &amp; Saturday. However Sunday they don't open tables for training so Sunday is out for me. I've decided to go back on every Tuesday, Thursday, Friday &amp;amp; Saturday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I went down yesterday, only to realise that the National 9Ball for Under21 was on already. I asked for a table, May gave it to me after a while when there was availability. I played for 2 hours, she came over and told me, "Emily, I'm running out of table. You have to stop now." I became silent when I knew I'd to return my table without complete my hours of training. Well, fine. The next thing she remarked was, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Ermm.. tomorrow no training!"&lt;/span&gt; I was like.......... "ok.."(since Wednesday is not my planned training day also). She continued by saying,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No training from now... We are having tournaments. To take care of e tournament and take care of you players, we can't." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, NOTED&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;, my heart was yelling!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, her attitude wasn't good. That's e 1st thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. It was Jiao Lian who asked me to come back for training. Ok, if you have to say tournament/competition is your priority, I've really nothing to say!! If you tell me house players (those who "pay") is your priority, I'm tellling you e Council, it's ridiculous! Cos' if that's the way you want to nurture your players, its so shameful or embarassing. I would have to tell Jiao Lian about this. I'm angry becos e way she explains, buay GAM! Because I'd an agreement with Coach, I kept my promise by coming for training, and in e end I got chased off! As if I was obstructing their operation, or whatsoever. Do you see how fuming I was? How inlogical this is? With a heart to train, a promise to keep, a dream to fulfill, they drained me down just like this. Do you know that I'm living in Tampines? I came all e way from work to Pool Haven for trainings, with a tired set of body, never-say-die heart, she screwed me up in this way. Hey! This is really unfair! JIAO LIAN!!!!!!!!!! She could have tell me in a much much nicer way, and explains why she had to do that to JUS ME (I think), I might not feel so......... whatever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I can only see what I can do, until Coach returns on e 6th. He must be wondering have I been going for trainings.. I did, Jiao Lian! And I wanted... Regardless of this, I will still be going for trainings after the competitions, IT'S MY RIGHT TO! Aaarrrrrgggghhhh~&lt;/strong&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/17108154-113334140545056976?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113334140545056976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113334140545056976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113334140545056976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113334140545056976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-train-like-this.html' title='How to train like this?'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113324976447368171</id><published>2005-11-28T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:46:16.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL / Genting Trip (18-21 Nov 05)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so much to write eh.. don't know whether I can finish writing anot... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What have I been up to these 2 weeks.... Jiao Lian contacted me immediately after he landed back in SG. I told him after I got back from Genting 1st thing is to see him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Image%28732%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, how was e KL / Genting Trip with TinGZ, Suet, Yw &amp; Celin? It wasn't those kinda of enjoyable trip but in a way relaxing package. They all blamed e weather for spoiling everything, I agreed in a way. But weather is not everything that spoilt it, every little things should be accounted for that too. Just that bad weather is e main joke of our trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/ehh..%20nicer%20view%20of%20TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/DSC00512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Twin Tower was standing tall in KL. Nice~ Too bad we missed a chance to get up there. Nobody's to blame! Everything was too rushed. Guys should know Ladies take more time to prepare. And sometimes it's not as easy as you all think ok! Wearing clothes alone, we'd one more piece liao. So pls don't show any attitude nor impatience. We didn't mean to be late either. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/hmm..%20better.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/suet.em.sin%20-%20waiting%20for%20u....0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had our meal at an ulu ulu restaurant, everybody else, Except me, looked so bored. I was trying to creating fun for myself lo. Took a cab to Chinatown at Pertaling Street (Bugis st lookalike). It was a long stretch of stalls, and seems to be able to catch some good deals. Here where Mr Rain strucked. (-_-''') Thanks Rainy, for having spoil our day. We were trying hard to squeeze thru e street, trying our best to get to e other end of e street, avoiding puddles of water splashing on our pants. Real bad time doing all that. Naturally we bought nothing, we were only rushing thru e street and hopping on another cabbie, back to Federal Hotel. Ha! Ha! Funny eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/wet%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How to shop at Chinatown lidat?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/one%20more%20time%20%40%20federal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 of us in Federal Hotel Room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/me%26guiness-%20hmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How come Bulldog is e Dai Yan Ren for Stouts in Msia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Finally reached Hotel, bought few bottles of drinks and a cake to celebrate Suet's Birthday again. Or should I say was just because TinGZ wanted to play e "Prank" of e relighting candles on Suet, that's why we bought a piece of cake, wanting to have a good laugh! Indeed I laughed, laughing at TinGZ for her great idea which failed. Haha! All of us were looking at e candles when Suet blew them. And then? It never kept its promise to relight at all, TinGZ. Did it? Gong Gong! Shi Bai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/suet%2C%20its%20only%209pm%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snail-Ling evolving into Sui-Ling...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The next thing is : Suet ready to sleep at e time of 9pm. Yes I was about to faint at that moment. But I should have know from e BKK trip they told me about her sleeping habits. Well, Celin went back to sleep, TinGZ fell asleep after a bottle of beer. I was there in e room, can't sleep. Insomnia man. Cos I realised even if I'm in SG, I won't be sleeping at that early hour. So I lied on e cold bed, looking at e plain bored ceiling, e Hotel phone rang! Ring Ring!! The ring! It was Yw, hope came!!! Haha!! He too felt it was abit too wasted, so out we flew! Hee... Didn't know he wanted to bring me to e Zouk still (which was agreed earlier on, but everybody slept). However, I really prefer pubs to disco lor. Moreover e music there is louder than SG's Zouk. He don't dance, I won't dance. We sat there watching people dance? Haha! Luckily found a corner to sit and relax. Still I'm not e kinda Zouk person la... Went back to Hotel around 3+am, if I'm not wrong. Pressed e bell for quite a few times before TinGZ opened e door for me. Suet was just sleeping beside e door, it seemed she got carried away in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat DaTang~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" over e phone! I thought it was greeted by e reservations side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I replied, "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Huh? Can you speak English&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Good morning&lt;/span&gt;!" (Very refreshing voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;" I replied, still thinking it was e Hotel People who gave a morning call. I hanged up e phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;He called again, it was Yaowei. Wahaha... I never thought it was him. In fact abit irritated by e "DaTang~" voice man. It was a morning call, but not from e Hotel, it was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Had our complimentary breakfast and readily to be out for Genting!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/haiz..%20so%20much%20of%20a%20haze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice eh? But as you can see e Ms Haze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/you%20see%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So high sial~ *Scared*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/reaching%20resort%20hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaching Resort Hotel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Up e Van with our 5-stars stickers on our shirts. Go! Go! Go! Thought because of e bad weather, they would have arranged us to go all e way up by Van. But e driver still dropped us at e cable car station lorr.. So kia lang sial..~ 3km long ley e journey. And so high up. Freak! I always started to imagine things, like what if it's going to give way? Where will we land? In what way will we die? etc.. etc.. Haha! Anyway, we reached Genting Highland safely. Checked in at Resort, our day beginsss... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/yippy%21%20our%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nothing much though, due to e bad weather, sky was so much choked with e haze. Together with Mr.Rain, my hope for going outdoor rides gone. Left with e indoor ones, which I think is not worth to play at all. Ended up we went to e Haunted House, and did some shopping. Shopping sial~ Not my cup of tea. So I wsa my usual, browsing briskly, door to door. And bought nothing. =P Can't remember I bought anything la seriously. Tried to find something for BerTZ and Jen, but nothing much there. Sorry ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It was soooooo coldly down there.. 21.9 degree celsius. After we got back to our room (luckily its inter-connected), e higher cupboard door was freaking weird. After me &amp; Suet found it quite weird, we just stayed near e connecting door, while TinGZ came out from e toilet watching it swayed. She screamed her way to us. Haha! But I agreed that it's kinda strange lah.. For it to open by itself already is quite weird, it shutted back itself. My qns was, how come there is suction inside e cupboard? The celing board was scotch-tapED too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Image%28513%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Image%28514%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Image%28515%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We went to party also. The place that I suggested - Cloud 9 (which e last time I went with BertZ) - wasn't nice place to chill at all that night. Ironically e singing band pub that we didn't wanna go in that time, looked and sounded better. Went in had 3 buckets of beer. I forgotten that Suet didn't eat her dinner. No wonder she was totally quiet after e 1st bottle. TinGZ was so exhilarated, all her type of songs. Can't wait to dance. Haha! Sorry ah, I reall not drunk enough to join in e fun. I'm sure there will be another chance de ma.. hahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back to e hotel is e BEST part of that trip for me. TinGZ was laughing hysterically. My goodness, god knows what is she laughing at. Every little movement had her laughed non-stop. Funny eh? I taped down everything. Want to have a good laugh? Call me. I can send you guys e clips. Guaranteed LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*ding! ding!! ding!! ding!!....* - by Sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*I........~ never bathe!!* - by Suet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Kin, kio ang zap ji chia lai ZAI ah!* - by Yw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/take%202%20by%20sweet%20ah%20neh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Time to go back! Overall, really nothing much exciting, but its really a nice relaxing trip. Every moment I was only trying to relax well. Enjoy myself....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/em%26sin%20%40taxi%20stand.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/day%202%20-%20sin%26em.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113324976447368171?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113324976447368171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113324976447368171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113324976447368171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113324976447368171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/11/kl-genting-trip-18-21-nov-05.html' title='KL / Genting Trip (18-21 Nov 05)'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113213174299632998</id><published>2005-11-16T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:09:30.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Saturday morning was thinking of having a good beer in front of e beach with sunsetting in front kinda feeling... So immediately asked TinGZ &amp; Bong, and we gathered there with Irvin. He did e opening of his Bar, while we sat down for our beer. Hmmmmm... e feeling was indeed good man... Reminds me of Jiejie. When we were at e Island 2 years back. Some memories ran through my mind... We had quite a bit of beer &amp;amp; food until around 10plus, and headed home. Before that, we went to e playground. TingZ swung e swing but it never went up high. Proceeded to e 3-men see-saw. Poor TinGZ, LOPSIDED!! Shouting, screaming and yelling "my piku.. my piku... lopsided liao.... ahhhhhh....", that was all coming out from TinGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning had my 1st driving lesson @ 8.30am. Don't know wake up from e wrong side of bed or what, I ended up at Paya Lebar while Frankie at Eunos Mrt Station : Anyway still we met up and e lesson went on smoothly as it can be. Things went wrong all after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to submit my entry fees for National 9 Ball Championships 2005 @ Cuesports. Left for Caesars, met up with Martin and friends, had a few Stouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 10plus, continued watching Zhen Ming Tian Nv by S.H.E. But I fell asleep and nobody woke me up to get back to my room. Until I was awakened by Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach is back to town tomorrow, will be going down to see him as soon as I get back from my KL Genting trip this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Everybody deserves an opportunity / a chance "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Remains M O O D Y . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: When one side got bad, other things got better to compensate for e lost.&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/17108154-113213174299632998?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113213174299632998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113213174299632998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113213174299632998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113213174299632998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/11/mood-swings.html' title='Mood Swings'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113152318103273674</id><published>2005-11-08T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:59:41.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial Smoke-free Causes Mood Swings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Moody... Why ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just suddenly don't feel like talking at all. Sometimes I even wished that nobody noticed my presence, let me be alone. So that I could show my ugliest face and expression to NoBoDY! Its not nice to be mOody, I know. Yet sometimes its uncontrollable, and its some form of release. Anyway, I finished my work, just wanting to head home, seeing nobody. That's it. Just feel like having my dinner at home. Thinking of that, I felt better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reached home, Ah ma &amp; Mami were busy in e kitchen, chatting while preparing dinner for e family. Ah Gu &amp;amp; Family were coming for dinner @ my house. Happily they did cooking. I took a bath, settled and readily waiting for dinner! Actually agreed with Ah Ma e day before that I would only be having curry chicken with bread. Not taking rice. Cos usually either choice. But when I saw e Carrot soup with scallops, Fried fishes, You Cai, I changed my mind and took a plate of rice. Hehee... As well as curry chicken! Yummy!!! Zhen BANG! **2 Thumbs UP** Again, I was so bloated after dinner. I told Ah Ma, "ah ma, as long as you stay here, I can never be slim le..." (smiling &amp; enjoying my food). Ah Ma replied, "Me too! My weight went up also." Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Image%28713%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She's a lovely thing, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Not long after, Ah Gu &amp; Wife, Baby &amp;amp; Maid.. Because they stayed in Malaysia, so we seldom get to see each other. And finally, I saw my baby cousin e 2nd time yesterday since she was born on 12/12/2004. 21 years younger than me. She's sooooooo cute, really! She made funny faces at me &amp; we played for awhile. Quite active baby. Her eyes are damn BIG. Bigger than mine! Hahaa.... Too bad she'd already passed e "only-2-teeth" age le. I didn't know baby's teeth grew so fast de. I realised that babies often brighten up e whole house and adults who were around. With her laughter, screams &amp;amp; movements, everybody followed her momentum. So great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They'd to leave after somtime, e whole house became quiet &amp; dull again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Decided to go out to pay up my bills, 100 over bucks again. Then met up with Audrey Jie. Its been sososo long since we chilled out. Never had a really long conversation, shall meet up with her real soon ba.. She's finally back from studies in Australia. Miss her sometimes, and now she's back. Just hope she could quickly get a job and be settled for awhile at least. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waited for Qin to finish work, and we headed home. Chatted some bits about studies, further studies, driving licence and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113152318103273674?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113152318103273674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113152318103273674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113152318103273674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113152318103273674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/11/initial-smoke-free-causes-mood-swings.html' title='Initial Smoke-free Causes Mood Swings?'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113143127765604071</id><published>2005-11-07T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:31:23.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Licence on e way... Vroom... Vrrrooommm!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today and e rest of this week, I won't get to see BerTZ. But one thing for sure is that I will see a brand new her next monday, I HOPE! haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So boring, woke up, showered, do up my hair, out I went, all alone. In a lonely bus, standing so lonely! Reached office, as usual, Late! Heee.... Work and work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;During break, last min TingZ asked, wanna go airport? Dunno somewhere in e conversation I became e "KitTy~".. : So 5 of us, Celin, Yaowei, Suetling, TingZ &amp; Me went to airport for lunch. And had our favourite SalmOn!! WoOo~ Simply love it man, even now as I'm typing down, e crave comes again.. haha! Went back to work... Time flies... 5.30pm... Thought Kitty's going home ma, then I can oso go down Ubi to book my TP date. The instructor Bong introduced to me, his name is Frankie, asked me go down to book. After work waited for Kitty, I haven't tell her yet I was going Ubi with her. Suddenly she said she was meeting her friend Chewling @ e airport. (-_-") So I remained silence for awhile. Wondering to go home 1st or go straight. Ehh... I guessed my face abit too black liao la, TingZ ended up changed her mind to go with me. Hmmm.... In this scenario, who's at fault? Should be nobody ba... or rather me lor... haizz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aiya, anyway I didn't manage to book, cos e TP test date timings that were left were either early in e morning or late in e evening, whereby peak periods are concerned, as analyzed, e passing rate might be lower then. I dunno, I just topped up my account with money, handed my PDL to Frankie, he shall settle that for me. This Sunday will be my first driving lesson. So excited man! It took me so long to finally start my driving lesson~ Really so long........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After seeing my instructor, TingZ &amp;amp; me took a long long way home "Its a long long journey.............................." Finally, I got home, I was famished man. Had a quick shower immediately, and sat down for my dinner. Yummy!!! I had rice, with steamed egg (half bowl left), 2 curry fishes, tao gay, a big bowl of tou fu xian cai tang (got fishballs inside ley), chilli hot ikan bilis (big portion). hmmmMmmMm~~ Zhen hao Chi! When ah ma is around ah, my weight definitely goes up and up! Cos everyday without fail she will cook dinner for me, without fail. And usually I will finish up whatever I can, on e table. I simply can't resist myself from their dishes man. Hehee... My mum cooks once in awhile when she's free, that's why I won't grow so fat ma.. Ah ma everyday at home nothing to do, will prepare food for me and waits for me to be back! Heee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ah Ma ! Wo Bu Yao Gen Ni Yi Yang Fei ye ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I got a pimple on my face sial... that day only jus say Qin, now my turn liao. :&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/17108154-113143127765604071?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113143127765604071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113143127765604071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113143127765604071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113143127765604071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/11/driving-licence-on-e-way-vroom.html' title='Driving Licence on e way... Vroom... Vrrrooommm!!!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113132853624165387</id><published>2005-11-06T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:59:36.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today is GP's birthday, yesterday went drinking again! Arrggghhh... During TNP I'd been constantly drinking until now. Sick of it man, I can see my belly's development again... Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Shall drink less &amp;amp; smoke less le... No occassion shan't drink at all. My stomach cannot take it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3 of us reached BertZ home around 4+am, I showered and went into concussion. During my sub-conscious state, still can hear laughters as they recollected those when we were younger. Haha! I wanna join them too, but too tired, so I did my laughing in my dreams ba. Come to think of it, its been quite a couple of years J.E.W was formed. And I'm really glad that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Woke up in e morning, pushed BerTZ to get up for work too. Then e 2 of us headed home. After another bath, msg came in : JerTZ.soli.hor.....blahblahblah.... Kinda surprised again. Decided to get her lunch, and at e same time get back to office to get some work done. Cos again payroll is closing. In which this period I should be very busy clearing my work. Ahem! Not because I wanna do it last min, but some of those work can only be done prior to payroll closing to get e most accurate results. So, no choice. :( Only e few days in office, Emily seems to be shutting off from everybody else in office. To get full concentration, and work done! Hence, my slogan comes in this time : I Want You To Leave Me Alone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I met my family, got Papa, Mama, Meimei, Ah Ma, for Dinner @ Fisherman where Qin works. There we had a nice nice dinner, with pepper crabsss, deerrr meattyy, zhao paaii touufu, sambal kk, steammy freshhy prawnSss! Not bad laa, cost me slightly more than a hundred bucks for 5. Not really expensive. Supposed to be a nice gathering, at one time of moment, abit miscommunication with my grandma, hai hao later on bo dai ji liao... So overall still good lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like ah ma's memory not that good le, yet for an elderly like her, at e age of 76, I think she's doing well. I want her to be around for as long as she can be. If possible, be e great-grand-mother of my child. Hee~ Ah Ma knows me quite well one, although she abit biase one, she still take gd care of me when I was younger, even until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ok lah, turning in liao... V e r y S l e e p y A l r e a d y . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113132853624165387?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113132853624165387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113132853624165387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113132853624165387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113132853624165387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-again_06.html' title='Weekend Again!!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113118737329860080</id><published>2005-11-04T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:53:23.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look~ pluSss a KtV session!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now no more matches to update on. Waiting for my coach to be back from Taiwan to start training. Probably after seagames he will be free ba... He has high hopes on me, I guessed, so I don't wanna disappoint him nor myself and those who believe in me! Heee.... Wait till you see my results ok! Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Managed to get some release on this Hari Raya PH. We left for JB without BerTZ (lata on she told me smting cropped up, that's why she wasn't able to join us). Headed to our 1st destination to do my hair! Holiday Plaza! It took me awhile before I fell aslp thru e process of hair-making! Was kinda paiseh ah, wasted whole 4 hours on my hair. Heeee.... Sorry ah, babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Following, we quickly head ourselves to city square for our ktv session, we were late. So we changed our plan, not gonna go for beach le, ktv all e way. Had their buffet there (together in e package). We sang 5hours plus buffet, which only cost us about 52RM each. Isn't it cheap?! Yeah!! TingZ enjoyed e food sia!! Afterall, feasting is still her main hobby ma! Bong enjoyed screaming to e mic man! Haha!! We really Nao Fan Tian ah! Took many memorable video clips down. Too bad cannot post it here de..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Next day gonna work again. Sian! Home Sweet Home le lor.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/makanTime%21_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A very Spacious KTV room for 4 pax, plus buffet sial~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/NewLook_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Clearer Picture of my hair... getting bian bian liao~ :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/caughtineact_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote id="ccb0bb9e"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;We were practising e "hmmm" lips... Sin's crooked de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Pengs_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pengs! What did Bong do again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/4onBus_twist_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Grp_End%202_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Grp_End%202_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;End of e Trip!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH, MMPR RULESsss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113118737329860080?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113118737329860080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113118737329860080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113118737329860080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113118737329860080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-look-plusss-ktv-session.html' title='New Look~ pluSss a KtV session!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113074297706055413</id><published>2005-10-30T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:44:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally this league has come to an end for me... &amp; my Team...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Take%2013%20-%20last%20few%20shots.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Take%2013%20-%20last%20few%20shots.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I had my last match on Thursday, Ego's vs Lollipop (Home game). As usual I played e Ladies Single's. I won 2-0 again! My opponent really jialat. The way she played e game, she's more like a sore loser. Actually I knew her years ago, I don't why she'd to give me a cold shoulder. I wasn't e arrogant one, she was. But I also don't care, as long as I win my game, whatever attitude you wanna give. It's still my win that matters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Take%2015%20-%20final%20shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last shot for this 2005 Pool League&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bong came, Yw came, 2 supporters for e last game. With my team, all of us stayed for a little celebration, more like a last gathering of e team? Might not be able to meet up each other so often after this league.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would really like to thank all of you for your supports like what i'd said earlier on. Without you guys, my wins would not be so recognised in a way. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mr Loh Yeow Wei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he who came every match to give me e support I needed as and when.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Ong Sin Ting&lt;/strong&gt;, she who sms me every match before e game starts, that's very sweet thought.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Bong Hui Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, she who give me e uhmm! e grin, and shared my happiness in every win.&lt;/span&gt; As well as some friends like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr Ng (Ah Bui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ms Jasmine Toh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Jennifer Low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so many more, who believes in me. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last but not e least, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Baby darling&lt;/strong&gt;, who had from e beginning seen me grown in Pool, never fail to come in with e engcouraging words, never fail to give me e moral support, never fail to tell me, &lt;strong&gt;Jie you're e best!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You guys are great man!!!! Thank you so much!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So I'd decided to look for my Coach on Friday noon. Went down to Pool Haven, this is e 1st time I went down there ever since it changed its location. Now it's situated at Riverside Point. I was so glad to see my coach there, he might not believe that I was there because of him, indeed I was. It was so "unfilial" of me not going down to see him so many times. Somehow he understood and never really blame me at all! The funny thing he put across when I told him I wanted to get a new cue for a new start, he said, he can get this new cue for me, which will cost him about 800 bucks! In exchange he would want me for training. OR ELSE, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wo zai ye bu li ni le~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;" Wahahahah!!! I was precisely laughing out loud when he said something like that! This 50yr old man, telling me this. Can't stand it. But at least I know he meant good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will strive harder, Jiao Lian! I promise!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been a good girl going for training, I will from now. First of all, I need a full cue set of my own. By e way, I will be joining e National 9 Ball this year end or coming January 2006. See how's my standard by then ba! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh ya, continue... I went down for dinner organised by Mr Sonny Tan (my Team Captain). It was his treat at Jumbo Seafood, River Walk Building. First thought was, Kitty (OST)! She studied night classes in this building. Gave a her call before I enjoyed my food there. Managed to see her awhile after e dinner. Anyway, e food @ Jumbo was great, all of us were enjoying our food. Teammates, Amy, Danny, Simon's wife, YW. Every dishes were so delicious, we simply enjoyed ourselves. Total cost about 500 bucks! :P &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks ah, Captain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113074297706055413?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113074297706055413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113074297706055413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113074297706055413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113074297706055413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-this-league-has-come-to-end_30.html' title='Finally this league has come to an end for me... &amp; my Team...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113031879224557082</id><published>2005-10-26T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:26:40.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Revenge, Swee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Image(130).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Image%28130%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Finally and again! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its so fun to win always cos who loves to lose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nothing can describe my feelings then when I pocketed e 2nd game's 8-ball. Of cos it wasn't a tough shot, but due to all e conditions I was in, there's a risk that e ball still might not go in. But I'm glad I did it... Phew!! Now then, I'm beginning to do something for my supporters who'd been there always. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not a great win without you guys, be it supporting in person or sms, morally or physically, I've done it once again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I promise I will continuing doing it in more upcoming competitions if possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Emily! Jiayou~ ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on drinking last night at Egos, followed by Carls. So boring actually. However, recollecting those &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/strong&gt; I smiled to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaowei was weird last night after my game, yet I couldn't figure out what had happened. For me, I'm a person who will speak out my mind, and tell you my problems. It makes me feel better somehow. His eyes were filled with sadness. "Some ppl jus didn't wanna talk, and spend time alone. All these yrs I've been like that, suddenly I've to speak it out, I'm not used to it..." Ok, if it's more comfortable to keep things to yourself, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, I hate burying every sorrows, cos I believe that "they" corrupt e whole mind and hurts each time I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113031879224557082?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113031879224557082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113031879224557082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113031879224557082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113031879224557082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-revenge-swee.html' title='Sweet Revenge, Swee!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-113022668916224819</id><published>2005-10-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:51:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though it's a good start, things might not turn out as you want it to be... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Take%205%20-%20Majiam%20like%20pro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Take%205%20-%20Majiam%20like%20pro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was a bad week though. Something happened, and I was terribly sad over it. Shall not bring it up all over again, but at least I know crying helps me feel slightly better each time. Although things might not turn better, I feel better somehow. Anyway, I'm ok le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Usually only e closest people can give you e most happiness as well as hUrT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Knives don't kill, words DO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quoted from Mr Loh. This I totally agree...! It hurts even mOre when Love is so DeEp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Ice%20Cold%20Beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Ice%20Cold%20Beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, at least I'd a smoother ending of last week. Last Thursday, which was e hardest day of e week, I also had a match at Ice Cold Beer with Charlene Chai (Singapore Ladies Pool Ranking 2nd todate). Actually she's a nice player, what I thought. The first impression of her was so proud (lifting her head high in e lift). That was when we were at Klassic pool, I was going there for some shoot and met her &amp; Ricky in e lift. That was e 1st time I met her. 2nd time was at my Home Ground, Ego's 2. I lost to her 2-0, also e first time playing against her. Then, last week at Ice cold beer lor.. She's a good player, at least better than most of e also top players in terms of attitude, in my opnion! Although she doesn't really smile, she simply seemed bothered only. Whereas when you go into competitions, you can see some real good players with damned lousy attitude! Worst thing about a Player, I think. Still I lost to her 2-0, haiz... Disappoint my supporters again man, Mr Loh JBE, TingZ, &amp;amp; Bong. But Martin always never fail to encourage me and cheer me up even if I lost. Last few yrs in TNP , he was much of an encouragement too! Lost liao, I just need some quiet moments to think of what's e cause of it, and reprimand myself alittle for those stupid mistakes, hopefully to learn from mistakes. So, it's really great having you all ard me, with a heart just to support me morally throughout my whole game! Yeah, win lose doesn't really matter at e moment for me, what helps to improve me and get me going, are e supports from friends lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, drank quite abit without dinner. Naturally got tipsy easily. They sent me home and we rested for e day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got better during e weekend... and I'm really very glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having e 2nd last match of e prelimary round today. And Thursday will be e last. I wished I can play some good games to reward my supporters. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All e BEST, Emily! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Take%205%20-%20Majiam%20like%20pro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-113022668916224819?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/113022668916224819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=113022668916224819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113022668916224819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/113022668916224819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/though-its-good-start-things-might-not_24.html' title='Though it&apos;s a good start, things might not turn out as you want it to be... ...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112960641074662840</id><published>2005-10-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:51:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good start of a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Started a freshy Monday without bluesSss...... After work went to Bugis with TingZ and BongZ! We bought somethings chop chop and headed for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Since TingZ brought us to e coffeeshop opp Mos Burger to makan, so I msg Martin to see if he's at Caesars. Indeed he was. So we went to Caesars after dinner for a drink lorr. Caesars is a place I frequent alot in e past. But haven't been there for sometime le. Brought many friends there before also, Martin was one of them. And he's now one of e most regular customers there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TingZ &amp; BongZ accompanied me. So had a good chat and pool game with Martin, and he sent us home. Didn't want to stay out too late ma.. Monday say don't have blue.. still abit blue one lah... Moreover Caesars is so bluieee...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nothing much to update actually. Just wanna say that I'd a good start for this week! Hope that everything goes smoothly. And TingZ, don't think too much. Remember what I said ok? ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Somtimes it's e environment makes e Monday Blueee... Makes a person blueee..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Not%20bad,%20shy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Not%20bad%2C%20shy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kou Blue baa..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(Sin like e Background Color so we snapped!)&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/17108154-112960641074662840?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112960641074662840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112960641074662840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112960641074662840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112960641074662840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-start-of-week.html' title='Good start of a week!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112944111197875963</id><published>2005-10-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:38:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is a rainy Sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I prefer Raindrops to Sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in e rain trigger many thoughts in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in e presence of e rain, I feel e emotional side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my family members are all at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together under one roof, I feel e warmth at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day of work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have rest enough this week already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start afresh tomorrow ok, Emily? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By e way, Mum cooked Penang Laksa! One of my Fav.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say her cooking is best of all e mummys' dishes I've eaten so far. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm biased over my own mummy. Really it's nice &amp; DeLiCiOuSsSss~! *2 thumbs UP! 2feet UP TOO!!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job, Mum! Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112944111197875963?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112944111197875963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112944111197875963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112944111197875963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112944111197875963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112926798767764200</id><published>2005-10-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:23:13.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yesterday we'd an away match with Champz Billiards (inside Concourse). Last Friday I just went there with Yaowei to shoot some pool because Klassic was holding a tournament then. Against Jef Tan in Ladies' Singles, I lost 2-1 to her. Quite a few came to support me. So long since I'd SOME supporters. Jasmine, Guoping &amp; cousin, Sam, Bong, Tzeshen &amp;amp; Bird, as well as my loyal supporter, YW. haha! Too bad I still lost. Sian! I felt v cold inside on e 1st game, I was shivering, nobody knows.. Really cold, I lost. Maybe I've calmed down a little more, I took 2nd game. Last rack, I wanted to win so much, I wanted to win badly, but I missed a shot, she cleared me off. : I know friends out there knew I've tried so hard to overcome e fear, e beat e surroundings and played my game to e best I could for e day! I haven't got e time to practise last weekend, this weekend probably I am going to train back! Arrgghhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After e game, went for some makan with Jasmine they all &amp; YW. Had a missed call from BertZ, called her back and listened to her problems. I told her that she's putting her "extreme" behaviour and character in e wrong way. She definitely can do it better. Now I know she must have been feeling v terrible, and she's gonna be in real bad mood for at least a period of time. I tried to cool her down over e phone, and girl, I'm telling you that you can make it! Don't give up oK!!!! You're e dearest to me (other than family), I want everything best for you just like my family! Jie will always support you in whatever you do, like you always do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yw send me hm after makan. Frankly speaking, I'd a little phobia on bikes, especially e roads with sharp bends. I can feel e bike bending low, to enable a smooth turn round e corner. It's scary. We were rushing as it seemed that its gonna rain. So he rode at a constant speed, non-stop for e whole journey. Moving in between vehicles so as to ensure that we don't get drenched before I reached hm. Like what I said, even though we may get drenched, our safety comes first. I'd rather we're drenched but safe! Anyway, I know you'd always tried your best! Thanks for that! For all e supports as well in this tournaments, cos I needed that! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well earlier on in e morning.. I think I needed a break this weekend! Relax, Sleep, Train, Eat! That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just saw e TNP results in e newpaper, and nobody is doing anything to change our results. Till now 7 games, we have won 2 games, &amp;amp; draw 1. But it only showed in e papers Ego's 2 won 1. WTF! And what is my Captain doing?! I'd brought this up to him in e 1st time I got to know of that. But it seemed like nobody cares. All they want is try to win their games in every match, SO AS TO gain e winning bets! They don't bother whether e papers showed e "true" results. I was wondering if he signed off in our winning games. Or he just can't be bothered cos our team is confirmed losing. Well, I've sms her to tell my captain to VERIFY on that! I want justice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/New%20age%20Fire%20Wardens.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The New Age Fire Wardens : TingZ &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Image%28632%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eh? All gathered at my desk for what? Its only Thursday! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112926798767764200?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112926798767764200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112926798767764200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112926798767764200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112926798767764200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112904227940209358</id><published>2005-10-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:05:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkover....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What a day to end with... A walkover game with Boss entertainment. Only Brian Koh &amp;amp; company came. Eunice Tan didn't so our opponent team was incomplete. Until 7.45pm, still only them. The referee announced a "walkover" game. Well, they were supposed to be top 2 of our group. That is why I couldn't understand they let a game away just by not even appearing. Well, I heard it was some internal politics or something. Can't be really bothered too. Cos they aren't those reputable players too. Hmmm... So I'm given more time to prepare for e next game, which will be on Thursday with Champz Billiards. Though I won't have time practising, I hope I can be mentally more prepared!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By e way, I really dislike people who "command". "Bring me this, bring me that. Get me this/ get me that..." Why can't you people speak politely? Can you please bring that to me.........? Simple but some just can't. Is it a habit or an attitude?&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/17108154-112904227940209358?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112904227940209358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112904227940209358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112904227940209358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112904227940209358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/walkover.html' title='Walkover....'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112892746217429226</id><published>2005-10-09T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:58:39.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend burnt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Both Saturday and Sunday were working days for me. First time is this Company sia. hahaha! I forsee that I won't be able to finish up everything before e Payrolls closing which is on coming Wednesday (12/10/05). That's why I came back to do it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quite a simple and pleasant weekend like I told TingZ. But I didn't have time to do some of things i wanted to i.e pool training, buying a new pair of heels, rest, writing my blog. All these shall be "balance brought forward" ba, what to do? Frankly working through e weekends is not so bad afterall, instead of spending money, you earned extra income. You occupy your time without having to waste money, in another words, making full use of your time in a way lah. Probably e thing you lose out is Time, for yourself and close ones around you. But then again, if I have a choice, I would rather at least rest a day out of a week than working through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Recently, frequently having mood swings. When it comes to think of e problems, I felt quite heavy. I mean why has money got to be e problem always? Why are people going around jobless? Why do some people have to work and study at e same time, isn't it tedious? Why some people can gamble away with lives? Why is it that money can buy most of e things? Why is it we have to wait so long for opportunities? Why are some people so sensitive and not understanding? Why do people make comparisons? Why some people can befriend with everyone in e world? Why take it for granted? Why misunderstandings? Why love? Why hate? I don't need answers. I hope people can take some time to think about all these. There are too many queries... too many unsolved problems... too many humans on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I want to win my match on Tuesday against Eunice Tan. But confidence is lacking in me! How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112892746217429226?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112892746217429226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112892746217429226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112892746217429226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112892746217429226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-burnt.html' title='Weekend burnt!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112859821203354523</id><published>2005-10-06T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:28:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Thursday looo~</title><content type='html'>Weee~ Its thursday and tomorrow is FRIDAY! Haha! Actually no program for this weekend lah, but still of cos will be happy for e following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) May wake up Anytime later than 8AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) May stay out Anytime later than 6AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) May not need to even go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4) Stress-free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) Play, Played, Playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6) Drink, Drank, Drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7) Eat, Ate, Eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Pool, POol, POOL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 24hrs more to go lo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday BertZ waited patiently at interchange in e morning cos AGAIN my stomach "act cute". So I was slightly later than usual. I reached her with a warmth smile received which started my day off! Surprisingly this time she bought me breakfast because of e match I'd won e previous night. BIG BREAKFAST MEAL! Haha! I guessed that she understood my feeling, how much I'd been winning e previous years, and that this year was really a downfall, until I picked up slowly back from that night! And I will continue to pick everything back slowly, bit by bit! I want back whatever belongs to me! (Sounds like acting some kinda drama huh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily enjoyed my meal in e office, though I was late. =) Alert! I received an email from beRTZ........... Now I'm telling you once and again, I'm not minding you for any negligence from you. Cos I know it only right that you attend to e one whom needed you most! My tournament is nothing compared to Jen's problem. I knew she very much needed you. So, don't pressure yourself k. Cos I know you are always there supporting me invisibly! Hee! Its glad enough to know that you'd been understanding all these while. That's why I also try my best on my part too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, e whole day my mood was unusually good! Cheerful as I can be! Whatever! Hehe! After work, went to 5-stars Tour with Celin, Yaowei, Suet, Sin to book our Genting Trip on e 18/11/2005 (Friday). The person called Celin today and confirmed e hotel already. So should be set! Poor Sinting might be e target of e trip. Haha!! But don't worry lah.. I will protect you okie.. wahahhaa... (Mayb you just pray that I don't join them with e suan-ing would be enough le ba! Hee!) We were talking about some people just talk easy like farting.. e.g shortie. Everytime she farts, Sin will have to go through precedures like analyzing, understanding, preparing, and working on it. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Anti-laosai%20magic%20pills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These Anti-Laosai Magic Pills really works for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;* Lian dai xiao rong xin bei ai *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112859821203354523?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112859821203354523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112859821203354523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112859821203354523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112859821203354523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-thursday-looo.html' title='Its Thursday looo~'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112848387095653887</id><published>2005-10-04T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:27:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won my game finally!!!</title><content type='html'>After work i rushed home as usual so as to be there in time for my game... I reached at about 7pm by YW's bike. I saw my opponent, Meimei! e lady I knew few years back when I first played TNP. But it seemed she'd forgotten about me. But it's ok. Cos my motive is to win my game today only... Nothing shall affect me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special about e games, I won eventually! Haha!! Damn happy sial.. Finally I am playing abit like what I supposed to be. Although I know its not my best afterall, I guessed I've tried to WIN this round! I'd achieved my goal for e day! Yeahh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found back myself!!!! I almost burst into tears when I pushed e 8-ball smoothly and slowly it rolled down comfortably into e last pocket, cos I found it too touching to win after so many rounds of losing. Finally I did it!!!! I never learn to cherish so much for winning a game, this time I really do! 2-0 was nothing special to me in e past years TNP, this year, this time with Lollipop, I'd regained my self-confidence! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EMILY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hip!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOORAY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HIP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;HIP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HOORAY&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BertZ!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sin (e sms supporter)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bong!&lt;/span&gt; Yaowei (e live supporter)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for e supports! ;) I will continue to strive harder!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I almost burst into tears when I pushed e 8-ball smoothly and slowly it rolled down comfortably into e last pocket..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112848387095653887?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112848387095653887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112848387095653887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112848387095653887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112848387095653887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-won-my-game-finally.html' title='I won my game finally!!!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112839545174844409</id><published>2005-10-04T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:29:17.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/1st%20ever%20dbl-deck%20bus%2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/1st%20ever%20dbl-deck%20bus%2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monday’s bluesSss… hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Actually not quite a bad day yesterday cos early in e morning BertZ msged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;BerTZ : Will reached in 12 mins, mit ya downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;(Before I could reply…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BerTZ : Anyway I’ll be downstairs, gimmi a call wen u r ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She’s getting more patient nowadays, but of course I never took it for granted. So I woke up as early as I don’t wanna be late either. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;We went over to bus interchange as well to take bus 19. I was shocked when e bus came. You know why? Double-decker sial!!! (see attached) Wahahaha!!! I’d been taking this bus for 1year plus, this is e first time ever I saw it double-decked! Somehow we were so amazed by it, so we took a picture of it. Hehe! I remembered I used to curse and swear how come so many buses have it in d-d except for this 19 that I’m taking everydayto work. Moreover, sometimes it got so packed that e bus just never stop at e bus-stop near my house. And it’s not jus one bus I’d to miss. Sometimes 2 in a row! Then I’d to take a cabbie down to work. But now with it, we have no more this problem lo!!! Haha! So happy sial! :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Mesin%20in%20da%20toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me &amp; Sin MeSsin in e toilet aft meal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Came to work, was just looking forward to 5.30pm (Official knock-off time). Bored, bored, bored. 17 30 lo! Woohoo!!! Had a dinner appointment with HR personnel. All wore blue sia.. so ON! Hahaa! Hakgey, Sean, Irene, Celin, Yaowei, Suetling, Myself, Sinting &amp;amp; Benny. Adeline was supposed to come also, she was fevering so… she missed out e foOoD! It was at Airport T2 Soup Restaurant, e atmosphere was fine, e food was ok. Not a bad place to eat-in. Afterwhich, some felt going home, some don’t. In e end, Sean, Suet, Sin &amp;amp; Me went to Fisherman Village, TropiCafe (a pub which I frequent alot last time). Had some drinks. Bong joined us for awhile. Sin was tired, she dozed off. Suet was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Overall for a Monday still not so bad lah horr.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll be having a game later at Lollipop, near to Outram. Wish me all e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LuCK&lt;/span&gt; pls!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112839545174844409?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112839545174844409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112839545174844409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112839545174844409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112839545174844409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-monday.html' title='What a Monday!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112827106533440506</id><published>2005-10-03T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:37:12.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Salmon%20sial...%20Slurpz!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Salmon%20sial...%20Slurpz%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is one of my favourite! *SlurpZ* Hee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing much today. Woke up at 12plus this afternoon. Had lunch. Slack awhile. Went out for training. Played for about 2-3 hrs. Loses more than winning! So boring! Don't why I couldn't concentrate today. Haiz. Sick of losing, yet I couldn't even put my full concentration on training. How to win like that? Haha! Siao! Had my favourite salmon, chawanmushi, hana maki, shisamo, amaebi, scallops. Hee! Had a stout too! Haha! End of my day. Boring right!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going backwards, Saturday I had Steamboat with Sinting, Bong &amp; Suetling! Also not bad huh... It had been a year since we ate steamboat together. As usual, Roxy Square. Sinting really eat alot sial! Non-stop. And even cooked a half-cooked/raw pig's liver for me! Almost vomitted man! Eeek! We proceeded to Parkway Shopping Centre, and saw Bryan (Wang Nu Jiang) &amp;amp; Kym (Zhong Qin) shooting their variety show there. Hmmm... Like lor... Headed home afterwhich&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Long%20time%20nv%20take%20le.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been awhile since we took pictures on phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Pretty%20in%20action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty in action! Hee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Met BertZ after her cousin's wedding. We went to our Cozy Bay again! This time round she can eat liao, BUT too bad, we reached there about 11+pm. The tower closes at 1.15pm! Haha! BertZ, haven't even got to eat what she'd been craving for. Keke! Well, still we enjoyed moments there, chatting, relaxing, and eating... My stomach never fails to spoil my mood. Each time I'm so happily enjoying myself outside, "she" must groan and spoil my mood! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We continued at 419 till about 3am. Drink, chat, shoot. Both of us were tired by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3.XXA.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112827106533440506?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112827106533440506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112827106533440506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112827106533440506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112827106533440506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/10/boring-sunday.html' title='Boring Sunday!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112801398427526608</id><published>2005-09-29T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:57:55.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate losing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's match with poolfanatics at M.I.A (UE Square).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beforehand, heard from my teammate Joanne, our opponent (dunno what exactly her name is..) quite yaya.. hmmmm.. I dunno lah, maybe abit ba. 1st game was an unlucky game. The moment she missed her shot, I was left with nothing to hit. No balls to enter from e position she left e cue ball unintentionally. However from e way she played, I can't figure out how yaya can she be. : Well,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost 2-0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. AGAIN I LOST. I really must buck up and go for some intensive training this weekend le, I can't afford to lose every match like that. Very saddening. My self-esteem went down and down.. Call myself a pool-freak last time, I think I'm really a freako now. Idiot. Nothing and nobody's to be blame except MYSELF. (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening before I knock off, heard a bad news from BertZ. That "she" will be sent for imprisonment, 6 months. Felt kinda upset somehow. Just gotta talk to her that day, chat, smoke and laugh together, now she's going in. I dunno how she's gonna face her parents, or even get used to life inside. Life will be difficult for her. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By e way, my cue pouch's strap snapped just now. Everything about pool seems to go wrong for me. I lost all my matches, my broken pouch also seems to symbolise something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a bad day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112801398427526608?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112801398427526608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112801398427526608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112801398427526608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112801398427526608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-losing.html' title='I hate losing!'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112793058845700283</id><published>2005-09-28T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:47:30.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.E.W's no longer singles already~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/Image(588).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Image%28588%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today buddy shang an le! 28/9/05 marks her new life into e couple's world, husband &amp; wife, Patrick &amp;amp; Jen, Mr and Mrs Low! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Congratulations, my friend!&lt;/span&gt; Now &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; is left with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Last night, I lost my 3rd match to Charlene Chai! The first game Home to break, so i went first. I was doing fine after she missed e first ball. I planted almost 5balls. 3 more to win my 1st game. BUT, i accidentally entered e 8-ball in e midst of e game, LOST of rack. 2nd game, I was doing well also, until I missed e last object ball before e 8-ball. Letting her e final chance to finish e game off! Damn it! I knew I could do better than that. I knew! But still, I didn't make it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, again I've to face my teammates. So sian. But those who know me, will also know I shouldn't have lost. And I've let myself and them down. Anyway, met Jen &amp;amp; BertZ for a last single's KTV night. Reached home at about 2+am. Woke up at 7+ to prepare for Jen's ROM. Saw her went through e solemnization ceremony. Saw her changing her status step by step. So sweet! Haha! Really felt happy for her, that she found her loved one. And be able to settle down so fast, unexpected though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once again, Congratulations my FRIEND! CheerS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112793058845700283?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112793058845700283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112793058845700283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112793058845700283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112793058845700283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/09/jews-no-longer-singles-already.html' title='J.E.W&apos;s no longer singles already~'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112776056838128436</id><published>2005-09-27T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:40:15.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Let me recall......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So much details...... a week ago at this time I was still in e midst of preparing for bb's present, a movie clip who contains memories of Me &amp; Her. It was supposed to be a perfect present for a perfect 21st birthday, but things didn't turn out as smoothly as it was supposed to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Back from 16/9/05, I started with e movie clip as a "Director". I've gathered all e songs and pictures for e perfect present for my perfect sis. I remembered I slept quite late that night, but still I got up unusually early e next morning to get started with my project over at Bong's hse. I was hoping that BertZ doesn’t ask me out for that weekend so that I could fully concentrate on her present. Luckily she really din as she was busily preparing for her birthday as well. Heng! So on Sunday night (18/9/05) ard 9pm at night after halfway doing with her present, I’d decided to join Bong and company for mooncake celebration somewhere near her house. Indeed, I’d a different Mooncake Festival. Usually I don’t even celebrate or whatsoever, but this year with Bong and Sinting, I must say I’d some fun in this special festive season. We played with lanterns, ate mooncakes, had some chinese tea, took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/CIMG0700.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Yeah! Sinting's new pomelo cap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then again Monday (19/9/05) back to my workstation, working and at e same time stressed about completing e present in time. TingZ and Bong accompanied to orchard to buy e main present for BerTZ. A Burberrys wallet which I long wanted to get her. This wallet is only one of those I could afford for her. If I have e money, I would get her e latest PDA handphone, a Lessie doggie, organize a birthday surprise on a yacht.. blah blah blah…. So many things I could do with that money. Haha! Too bad I’m not able to do it as yet. Anyway, I don’t really find that wallet nice, but I knew she would like it somehow. And I thought that was not the main thing that would constitute to my present, the Movie was then. So without second thought I bought it. Together with a Piglet Mug for her office use, and e second Piglet soft toy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/Stressed%20%26%20tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tired sial... (Taken before e shopping spree)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/3%20Bots%20Hoegarden1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Our Hoegardens... Hehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/Me%26Sin_Pokey.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Me &amp; Sin (I strangled her, but not knowing she poked my head : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/kungfu%20fighting1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Yaaaaa.... Fighting with Bong again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After 2hours plus of intensive shopping (for a person like me who doesn’t like shopping at all), we decided to stop at coffee club for a drink. This is e second time I was there. Looking at e menu, decided to have a beer as a form of relief. Not much of a choice, I took Hoegarden (introduced by Yaowei). Bong &amp; TingZ ordered e same too! There we drank happily, taking pictures again. After a tiring day, we finally headed home, while I continued my project for awhile before I rest for e day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tuesday (20/9/05), OMG! Its nearing and my heart beats faster day by day. And I’d a competition on that day, 2nd game of e TNP after-5 pool league. I hated it when I still have my things to do, and this competition was holding me up. It was a Home game, I specially took 2 ½ hrs of time-off to catch some rest before I go for a short warm-up. BertZ and Jen came. Yaowei rushed down from work too. William also. I had a good play on e first match. I won. Second game, my opponent Jef Tan won. And e last game, I lost again. Haiz… Really hate losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But I can’t blame myself as I haven’t been practicing for a long long time le. It doesn’t took me long to get it over, cos I was more stressed over my movie than anything else, really! But when I got home I knew I needed more rest so that I could get more things done before her birthday comes. Presentation would be on Sartuday (24/9/05). By then I was only left with 4 days to complete. Comes Wednesday (25/9/05), TingZ and Bong were giving me ideas for a Birthday card which I wished to make in time for her birthday together with e movie. But then again, I didn’t manage to get any materials, cos I really got no idea at that moment. So I headed home. Stomach not feeling well again. Good! That would be my excuse for not attending work on Thursday then. I worked on e present till 2 plus, I slept. Morning after informing everybody including my boss that I was sick, I went back to sleep. I woke up at around 10+, continued with my project masterpiece. Creating pictures seems so effortless, but I realized it was not so. Took me hours just to create that few precious ones. I met Bong for dinner, and over to her house to complete e clip. TingZ came after her lesson also, very onZ! While I was doing with my project, they watched VCDs, Bong was tired so she fell aslp 1st, woke up about every 15mins to check me out. Haha! Sinting was concentrating with her show. I knew she din wanna bother me too! I did drink abit that night also lah. To keep me going. Yeah, at ard 6+, as I was about to complete my project, e com hang or something. It took sometime to restart, I fell asleep within seconds. I woke up at 8am, watched e final piece that was going to be burn into disc. But somehow it jammed somewhere, dunno why. Everything was perfect liao, yet this problem cropped up. While dealing with this problem, I did some editing like blending e songs together, adjust some of e timings of e pics and all, it was 11+am liao. We were supposed to meet BerTZ at 1.15pm to go Malaysia, JB. And I was supposed to go help her buy her top for her birthday. Rushed home, bathed, and took a cab down to citylink with Bong. Bought her top liao, took a train back, jus in time to meet her, together with Sinting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3 of us so tired, wished to quickly settle berTZ down in m’sia for her hairdo, cos I don’t wish to explain to her why my lethargic face and movements. Bong almost slipped her mind and wanna talk about e show they were watching overnight. Luckily she realized quick and changed topic. Haha! So finally we left berTZ at e hair salon, while we were browsing through e Shopping Centre. Sinting bought sports shoes for her dad and herself, while I bought a pair of footwear for myself too. Quite cheap lah. Its been sometime since I last bought something for myself. Then Bong brought us to makan at “Malaysia garden”, not unfamiliar to me, cos I used to go there with my Rebels group. Just that e stall she frequent is different from us. We sat in that open area, ordered crayfish, kangkong, frog legs, toufu, and 3 huge glasses of sugarcane. Haha! Real big sia! We had a good time, a good talk down there. Then I realized that Sinting is a mummy’s gal. A big baby. Haha! I was never able to “sajiao” to my parents like she did. Or maybe its been so long time since I did that! Anyway, we headed back to Holiday Plaza to pick my stylo baby from e salon. Nice one! Wonder how she would be able to go back to work on Monday. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So tired le, gotta go back home and prepare to go chalet. And my heart is still with e undone project. I don’t have a choice, went back chalet with beRTZ and family. Rebels prepared a surprise for her, they were all there before us. I was e last to know about e surprise. Jen presented her birthday card to her, a great special one. I was feeling quite bad at that time that I was unable to gave her mine. Many thoughts came into my mind. Haiz. Feeling abit sour. I called Bong to tell her. Cos at that time I could talk to nobody except somebody who understood what I’d gone through for e project, that is Bong! So I compromise with Yaowei to fetch me home e next morning so that I could finished up with her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Good that I was still able to catch some sleep before e zui hou chong ci. Got up at 9+, went home, started with my birthday card. It took me easily more than 6 hours to complete e card. e shape and design of e card I made was damned plain and boring, but I like e part where I composed for her. Hehe! Headed to Dewei’s hse with Yaowei to see e problem around 6+pm. And then to Bong’s hse to make e movie disc cover while they rectify e problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/B%2021st%20BD%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so glad to see this photo as I couldn't make it in time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just then at around 8pm, I received a call from BertZ. She told me she was cutting cake soon. I knew I couldn’t make it, so I was kinda upset. That was not e main reason that upsets me, I got to know from Yaowei and Dewei, that e final piece they burnt out had this lagging problem like e earlier ones while playing on e vcd player. Could you imagine how I feel at that very moment, when you couldn’t make it to e cake cutting session of your beloved sis, couldn’t help her with her preparation of e birthday party, cos all e time you had spent it on a movie clip which in e end wasn’t a successful one? That kinda feeling? Felt like so much like crying at e moment. But I held up. And was thinking of how to present it to her. There we were on our way to east coast chalet, I was also packing up all my presents, e card, e mug, e wallet and e DISC…… Many thoughts running through my mind, “I should have started everything a month ago…” “I should have…… this and that” Regretssssss!!!! It’s all my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Bong was with me, while TingZ and Evelyn were already there. She was lost of words too, she didn’t know how to console me, so she kept very quiet. That was good enough, I needed just a listening ear at that moment. When I reached and saw BertZ, of cos she questioned me! I became speechless &amp; helpless, just gave out a sigh and I walked into e chalet. Actually I planned to play e movie clip when all her friends were around, but then myself haven’t even take a look at e final piece of work. I don’t even dare to play it. Secretly took it to a corner when Yaowei came, tried it on e laptop to see e results. It was far from what I thought it should be. Large pixels, poor resolution, though e audio was ok on e laptop, but earlier on they tried on TV, e audio lagged too! So, what do you think? WTF! Cork up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/P1010804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As J.E.W watches e movie created by myself.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyway, waited till almost 12plus, before I got her full attention and was able to explain to her what had been going on while I played e distorted failure movie on e dvd player. Well, things didn’t turn out as bad as I thought. The audio was some part abit lagging, pixels abit better, and it ran smoothly somehow. I dunno what happened, but I knew that Bong, Sin &amp; Eve were giving me some kinda moral support which I needed badly at that time. Especially Bong who had gone thru all these with me. BertZ was encouraging too… She kept commenting that its gd, its gd! No major faults at all. I dunno whether to be contented or what, I just kept nodding my head. Anyway, I hoped she liked my masterpiece. Something that I first ever tried doing for someone who seemed so important to me in my life. A great lovely sister, BertZ. Afterwhich really had a good sleep and rest! Finally it’s over! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday my dear sis!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jie loves you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/1600/JB_bertz%2021st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/JB_bertz%2021st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/JB_hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 of e few photos we managed to take during e chalet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/320/J.E.W%20on%2021st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.E.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'s 21st Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1641/200/J.E.W%20kisses%20for%20W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;JEWyYy Kisses for W!!! MMmmUaK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I would like to extend my appreciation to all e following friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ms Bong – Thanks for helping me so much with e movie, e time u spent with me (in case I got any queries), e effort you put in this movie more than a normal friend would. The patience you had for me! Everything! Thank you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ms Ong – The moral support by staying overnight with us together, giving me comments and ideas on my movie as well as e birthday card. Accompanying me to buy e present and all! Really thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mr Loh – For fetching me here and there to complete my tasks. And helping to rectify e technical problems that we encountered on e last day! Thank you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr Dewei – For e scanning of photos / converting of movie program to vcd formats and trials we had gone through. Thanks a lot man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above all these, you guys really gave me lots of encouragment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; to all of you, otherwise my movie wouldn’t be completed at all!! This present means a lot to me and my sister!! I’m so glad that I’ve all of you around to help me through when I needed help! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks, Pals!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112776056838128436?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112776056838128436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112776056838128436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112776056838128436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112776056838128436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-weeks-ago.html' title='2 weeks ago...'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108154.post-112774843981253535</id><published>2005-09-26T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:32:48.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Theory Test (26/9/05)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A month ago, Sinting &amp;amp; I booked e Final Theory Test (FTT) together. Online booking. I requested her to book with me on e same date, my twinnie ma.. Today (26/9/05) is e test date. I didn’t study cos I was busy with BerTZ birthday, and I thought I would definitely fail. We were late for about 17 minutes for e test. Fortunately, e examiners let us in. This time its computerized (not like how I took 2 years back) and results would be immediate. I finished e 50 questions, no sweat at all. Was worrying about TingZ who was just sitting behind me. I took e time of waiting her to finished up, to do some checking through myself. When I heard her standing up ready to go, I briskly clicked “end test” and got up too. But I didn’t thought that e results would just be flashed within seconds one screen itself. I can’t believe my eyes! “Passed” My goodness! How could it be!!! I saw Sinting’s expression, I was hoping she would tell me she passed too. But…………. She didn’t. ARGGGHHHH!!!! Do you know how I feel at that moment of time? Eh. I’m e one who said until like I won’t pass and yet I did. Kaoz! What am I doing! I saw TingZ’s face, I felt even worse. Dunno why sial… Maybe because of TingZ’s harmless nature. You know that those harmless creatures, you won’t even bear to hurt her? Yet somehow I knew I did, unintentionally (don’t say NO, abit right). I know how it feels. 2 years back same thing happened on me. I know that feeling sucks. And my friend don’t even dare to tell me he passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, TingZ! I dunno why, its becos e person is you. Maybe if it happens to be another person (maybe not as “harmless” as you), I won’t feel this way le! But I really wanna tell you that I’ll support you all e way, till you pass ok!!! Jiayou ok!!! (Somehow there’s a special bonding arising between us after this one year’s time, esp after your birthday!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108154-112774843981253535?l=onecueclear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/feeds/112774843981253535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108154&amp;postID=112774843981253535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112774843981253535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108154/posts/default/112774843981253535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onecueclear.blogspot.com/2005/09/final-theory-test-26905.html' title='Final Theory Test (26/9/05)'/><author><name>yenemi83</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090261056578266087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
