<?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-19097756</id><updated>2012-01-26T13:00:53.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.y.'s thoughts......</title><subtitle type='html'>a place for me to share some of my thoughts....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2199224377847167080</id><published>2011-12-15T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:25:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>i need to cool down and think of what was said. And decide......i'm not enjoying this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2199224377847167080?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2199224377847167080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2199224377847167080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2199224377847167080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2199224377847167080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8408336973853580583</id><published>2011-12-06T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:33:48.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>I'm not working these 2 days but am not really happy about how work is. Or rather, i dun think i am coping well. Too many unknowns that i need to learn myself and get it up. All systems related stuff falls under me and i'm causing project delays. Yes i have a girl under me but i do not have enough knowledge to pass on. It's time to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-8408336973853580583?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8408336973853580583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=8408336973853580583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8408336973853580583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8408336973853580583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6906176888147681469</id><published>2011-10-21T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:51:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New house</title><content type='html'>I now officially own a 5 room flat, located at the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to plan what to put in the house. To touch up with my touches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6906176888147681469?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6906176888147681469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6906176888147681469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6906176888147681469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6906176888147681469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-house.html' title='New house'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-4607997002047491614</id><published>2011-10-21T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:50:19.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please learn.....</title><content type='html'>Standing behind someone and staring into their screen is what i defined as rude. Stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-4607997002047491614?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4607997002047491614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=4607997002047491614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4607997002047491614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4607997002047491614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-learn.html' title='Please learn.....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8185591008383332004</id><published>2011-09-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:59:38.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing expectations</title><content type='html'>So, i have to start managing my expectations before i 'kill' myself with my expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had scheduled for a practice session. So my friends who are able to make it turn up. I did not want to waste people's time as its afterall, a favour. So i was clear and told them we will do half hour of each choreo, meet at 9pm, at the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The march in choreo wasn't that smooth. WZ had problems with her choreo as i think the song i've chosen did not give her much inspirations. She had struggled with the choreo. It was in bits and pieces. Had to help make it linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance performance choreo was better. B was almost done with his and he was clearer in his teaching. But the choreo was more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we started late, as had to wait for B to be done with his performance. We managed to practice about 8 eights i think and i spend the rest of the time with WZ and JY to help do up the choreo and finally done with verse and pre-chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next practice is better. dun really want to waste ppl's time when its a favour....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-8185591008383332004?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8185591008383332004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=8185591008383332004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8185591008383332004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8185591008383332004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/managing-expectations.html' title='Managing expectations'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-451493530008519441</id><published>2011-07-01T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:14:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opps he did it again part 2</title><content type='html'>Just when i am halfway surfing the net, all power went off and i hear the sound of water. Or rather, peeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to his room. He is standing there, peeing into the corner of the wall, IN THE ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how i call, there is no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke her up, got the power up, and both of us started cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine how she has done this for him soo many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worst&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean up after your baby/children&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean up after a drunkard HIM&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean up after a sick HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, probably, there is more tolerance and willingness over 1st and 3rd. The 2nd, call yourself unlucky. Shit. I bet this will not be the first and last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-451493530008519441?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/451493530008519441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=451493530008519441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/451493530008519441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/451493530008519441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/opps-he-did-it-again-part-2.html' title='opps he did it again part 2'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6597157358618774958</id><published>2011-07-01T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:05:29.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opps he did it again</title><content type='html'>Since i can remember, this is the xxxxx times he is drunk. i could not understand how he expect to gain people's respect when he is always behaving like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, after carrying him with her to his bedroom and on the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6597157358618774958?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6597157358618774958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6597157358618774958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6597157358618774958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6597157358618774958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/opps-he-did-it-again.html' title='opps he did it again'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3520145943737308576</id><published>2011-04-24T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:18:42.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very nice video</title><content type='html'>This is good. It reminds every couple what is important in a relationship. What are the typical steps that leads to a breakup? How important it is to communicate and not take each other for granted, no matter what....Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3520145943737308576?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3520145943737308576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3520145943737308576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3520145943737308576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3520145943737308576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-nice-video.html' title='Very nice video'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tSdELZxEnHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-4553104914728237588</id><published>2011-03-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:01:44.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down.....</title><content type='html'>Im almost totally burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a 'bad' discussion today. Was pinpointed at, had to 'fight', justify and appear to rationalise what we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about my girl again. With this teammate, i lost my patience at times, be irritated and i always have to answer for her existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself if it was me. Then asked myself shouldn't she be more initiative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss say i was directive, need to learn to get her to derive her answers more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the amount of things on my plate, and some idiots, i really appreciate her to be better and fight her own battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much complaints, too much work, too little time, too little energy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think i've just had a break in KL. I think i'm not motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having only a fighting spirit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to recharge fast or i can get off the bus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-4553104914728237588?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4553104914728237588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=4553104914728237588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4553104914728237588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4553104914728237588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/down.html' title='Down.....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1303552817891712784</id><published>2011-01-22T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:06:51.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Househunting...</title><content type='html'>Househunting is definitely an experience. I wanted to get a house of our own in time for our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, calculating our finances, attending the resale seminar, finding an agent and listing your preferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having stayed central Singapore all my life (I sound as though SG is a BIG country), i am relunctant to shift too far away. But there needs to be a compromise as Dear stays in East....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we sat down and discuss. Discuss with the agent with our cash at hand, what are the options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as measurements were down by the government to ease the market, valuation remains high, COV went slightly down but with our combined income that restricted us to getting a bank loan only, we needed to cough out 5% valuation limit + COV in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got some options in area and that means, SengKang, Buang Kok and maybe somewhere else (cant remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went househunting on last sunday. Viewed a total of 8 units. 6 in Seng Kang and 2 in Buangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing how others have done up their places. From spick and span, to dirty toilets, carpark view, blocked view......in the end, we couldn't make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to find a location both agree, a house you both like and not forgetting one that meets your budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an art, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the househunting continues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1303552817891712784?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1303552817891712784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1303552817891712784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1303552817891712784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1303552817891712784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/househunting.html' title='Househunting...'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2114644497830876020</id><published>2011-01-22T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:59:00.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discharged from physio!!!</title><content type='html'>One down....i'm discharged from Physio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to continue to the Sports class...something that can be taken up if you would like to go back to sports..I think i'm alright not to at the moment....so shall be discharged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2114644497830876020?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2114644497830876020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2114644497830876020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2114644497830876020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2114644497830876020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/discharged-from-physio.html' title='discharged from physio!!!'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-94766357789647785</id><published>2011-01-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:17:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am in an irritable mood</title><content type='html'>i waited half an hour for the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag got heavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to get impatient because i have waited half an hour in the morning for the same bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i board other buses that come by and take a bus change to get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why din't Dear call or sms to offer to pick me up? i start to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my friend can't book or pay herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i think, the more things come into my mind, the more irritated i become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just complaining....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-94766357789647785?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/94766357789647785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=94766357789647785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/94766357789647785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/94766357789647785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/am-in-irritable-mood.html' title='am in an irritable mood'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5214836418865265315</id><published>2011-01-02T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:59:39.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice version of 雙節棍 by 蔡旻佑~ 唱抒情版的雙節棍</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XrB-SYx-4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XrB-SYx-4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5214836418865265315?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5214836418865265315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5214836418865265315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5214836418865265315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5214836418865265315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/nice-version-of-by.html' title='nice version of 雙節棍 by 蔡旻佑~ 唱抒情版的雙節棍'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5899978083441173137</id><published>2010-12-11T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:54:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery update</title><content type='html'>Finally went back to work...in fact, i did not really stop. Just that being on official leave, i could choose when i would like to reply emails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wasn't limping as much, at times, i would look normal. Just the climbing and go down of steps needs extra attention or be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physio was good. Therapist say i'm doing well. Prolly not run but i should start to increase my activity, within my ability...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just i should be back in action soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5899978083441173137?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5899978083441173137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5899978083441173137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5899978083441173137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5899978083441173137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/recovery-update.html' title='Recovery update'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2128299341587233043</id><published>2010-12-11T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:52:29.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage session</title><content type='html'>went for a massage session with colleague last night at Xi yuan for a full body massage for an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were relaxing and 'enjoying' the session (It was painful!), we heard two of the customers argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a&amp;nbsp;Caucasian&amp;nbsp;who was doing her body massage. The other was a local. Being an inconsiderate customer, his phone was ringing continuously, volume extremely loud. She was not happy and went "Shut up" or "SHHH". He then went "i don't understand English" and continued his conversation loudly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This occur for a good 10 to 15mins. At a point of time, we thought they are going to fight....But did not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the man was real inconsiderate...hopefully, i do not meet such a person again in the next relaxing session...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2128299341587233043?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2128299341587233043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2128299341587233043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2128299341587233043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2128299341587233043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/massage-session.html' title='Massage session'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8584466263491180671</id><published>2010-11-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:14:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The original Sound of Music Cast on Oprah Winfrey Show</title><content type='html'>First Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBS8WHB3KiQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8584466263491180671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8584466263491180671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/original-sound-of-music-cast-on-oprah.html' title='The original Sound of Music Cast on Oprah Winfrey Show'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7050160497645548415</id><published>2010-11-22T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:05:15.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpio Moon / Cancer Sign......</title><content type='html'>Was reading this extract from http://www.novareinna.com/constellation/cancermoon.html and find it quite true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpio Moon is a mysterious Moon. This Moon is strongly motivated by feelings while remaining most adept at hiding true emotions. It is a Moon of great willpower and good judgment, but one which never forgets a good or bad deed. The Scorpio Moon is one of the more difficult Moons, often having to face and conquer more obstacles than the other Moons. It is prone to aggressive and dominating behavior in addition to being wilful and stubborn. The Scorpio Moon possesses strong beliefs which will likely be expressed in a passionate manner. This Moon is one of secrecy and personal independence coupled with heightened intuitive and psychic abilities. However, the Scorpio Moon can be jealous and distrustful, believing that the sharing of feelings leads to vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, the personality of those whose Moon sign is in Scorpio may be one which harbors a feeling of misunderstanding by others. Fighters by nature, those ruled by the Scorpio Moon are usually hot-tempered and stand alone in their battles. They fight with assurance and confidence. However, there is a tendency for such people to bring out in themselves the very things they are fighting against. Persons governed by the Moon in Scorpio will be full of energy with a tendency to express themselves in a rather blunt manner. While such individuals might declare they are "okay with change," it is a somewhat different story inside and they are actually quite conservative, resisting change...particuarly any change which is forced upon them. When such people do change their minds on an idea, they fully stand behind it and help to implement the change. In reality, Scorpio is probably one of the most misunderstood of the Zodiac signs and individuals who fall under the jurisdiction of its Moon are inclined to act out of irritation or anger. In short, these people like to get revenge. Others may perceive those ruled by the Scorpio Moon as lacking in a strong moral code, or that they drink too much, but the truth is, such individuals are truly possessed of a strong willpower and much determination. However, there is also a massive love of pleasure and those governed by this particular Moon will be quite familiar with the subject of pleasure. There is a strong attraction to the opposite sex...and vice versa. Those governed by the Scorpio Moon share many of the characteristics of those ruled by the Moon of Capricorn. Both subjects have boundless energy, a lack of control in certain life areas and oftentimes, trouble with the opposite sex. This could cause a great deal of strife throughout life and more than one marriage is highly likely. The Moon in Scorpio is also closely related to death and the occupation of an individual ruled in this manner might well be so related...policeman, fireman or soldier, for example. Passion and intensity will be paramount in any relationship which involves those who fall under the jursiction of the Scorpio Moon. There is also an ability to inspire others here, for such subjects will never shirk in the face of unpleasant situations and are perfectly capable of speaking up for the underdog. Individuals of the Scorpio Moon know no fear and will refuse to be put off by the views of society when it comes to choosing friends or partners. However, there is a distinct tendency to keep many emotions "under wraps" and others may be unaware of this individual's true feelings until he or she "lets rip" at the last straw. Time alone is very important for those ruled by the Moon in Scorpio...it is necessary in order to process feelings and come to terms with some of the injustices of the world. These are people with a strong moral conscience who, when hit by tragedy, will survive to return again...scarred, but ready to face life. The strong intuitive powers and psychic abilities of Scorpio Moon individuals enable them to see below the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cancer Sun/Scorpio Moon combination produces a forceful and temperamental personality. The emotions here are so close to the surface that it will take more than the ordinary amount of understanding to reach these natives. Cancer subjects governed by a Scorpio Moon are intense and somewhat dramatic in their actions. While not necessarily the "life of the party," they do possess a certain magnetic appeal and commanding demeanor. Others tend to be drawn to this Cancer native in the political, educational or social arenas of life. Cancer subjects who fall under the jurisdiction of a Scorpio Moon are not so much popular as they are impelling. When the feelings of these individuals can stay out of their way, then there is virtually no limit to what they can accomplish. However, when the sensitive side of their nature does come into play, they can be equally as destructive. Cancer subjects ruled by a Scorpio Moon may display extremes of concentration on a certain purpose, coupled with a dedicated devotion to duty. They are never intentionally unkind or mean and possess a deep sense of protectiveness...chiefly toward family or particularly close friends. These persons are not idealists, instead being rather attracted to practical money issues and personal worldly ambitions. The romantic side of Cancer Sun/Scorpio Moon individuals is ardent, demonstrative and lavish in affections, but is prone to jealousy if given cause. Defensive behavior is strongly marked in these Cancer characters and they seem to almost constantly have their "feelers out" for threatening vibrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7050160497645548415?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7050160497645548415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7050160497645548415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7050160497645548415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7050160497645548415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/scorpio-moon-cancer-sign.html' title='Scorpio Moon / Cancer Sign......'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7513505190747296774</id><published>2010-11-20T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:47:32.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with Op...3rd day after Op</title><content type='html'>It is also my 3rd operation in my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, to reconstruct my torn ligament on my right knee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, to remove a lump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, to repair my torn meniscus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if it has anything to do with experience but this is the one operation that i was not as afraid. Maybe as its my third but still, fear is still there. In this episode, it is not as bad as the first or the second. I was waiting, indeed, from the time i register, till i lie on the bed in the cold room. Total wait time, prolly 4 hours. Interestingly, i could even bump into my secondary school friend just outside the op theatre. She has been working there since she graduated from Nursing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting outside, i could hear drilling, the sound of the machine, the door opening and closing. And finally, my doctor's voice. He commented that im a little too cheerful for someone awaiting to be operated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was my turn on that cold bed, cables were quickly stucked onto me. I was asked to breathe in and out of the oxygen mask. Just before i knocked out, i could feel myself losing consciousness, control over my limps. They felt heavy. It was a scary feeling. As though you are leaving this world, though i know not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time i woke up, i din feel the pain. Just some after effects of the drug. Went for physio and was discharged....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, im four legged, needed to plan out my meals to ensure im fed or my meals are taken care off. As for my knee, i do not classify it as painful, but still need my crutches to walk properly and confidently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7513505190747296774?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7513505190747296774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7513505190747296774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7513505190747296774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7513505190747296774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/done-with-op3rd-day-after-op.html' title='Done with Op...3rd day after Op'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5467132745157274919</id><published>2010-11-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:26:07.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>林子曦 - Chinese Girl</title><content type='html'>His own composition....not amei's Chinese Girl...Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v94GMxa_nZM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v94GMxa_nZM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5467132745157274919?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5467132745157274919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5467132745157274919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5467132745157274919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5467132745157274919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/chinese-girl.html' title='林子曦 - Chinese Girl'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2494339736341067698</id><published>2010-11-20T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:21:56.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>潘嘉麗 林子曦 - 流沙(陶喆)</title><content type='html'>Look out for this new guy.....good singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06Lt0FC-NAc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06Lt0FC-NAc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2494339736341067698?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2494339736341067698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2494339736341067698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2494339736341067698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2494339736341067698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='潘嘉麗 林子曦 - 流沙(陶喆)'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2380726075425644649</id><published>2010-11-19T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:22:30.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE - "Forget You" Full Performance feat. Gwyneth Paltrow! Cool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1_B9FCZJMA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1_B9FCZJMA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2380726075425644649?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2380726075425644649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2380726075425644649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2380726075425644649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2380726075425644649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-forget-you-full-performance-feat.html' title='GLEE - &quot;Forget You&quot; Full Performance feat. Gwyneth Paltrow! Cool!!'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2676046126227185039</id><published>2010-11-10T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:13:48.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results from a Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Based on test taken, How ambitious you are depends on the height that you answered, which is: Top. You try to please everyone, the size of this personality as seen by others is medium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;: You are easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;: You have a stubborn personality.&lt;br /&gt;: You are also down-to-earth.&lt;br /&gt;: You are an opportunist.&lt;br /&gt;: Your husband or wife is the one you need when you are in trouble.sooo true....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2676046126227185039?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2676046126227185039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2676046126227185039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2676046126227185039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2676046126227185039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/results-from-personality-test.html' title='Results from a Personality Test'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8771672746367275678</id><published>2010-11-10T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T12:55:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it again...my right knee...part 2</title><content type='html'>went for a MRI yesterday and confirmed its a meniscus tear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day operation is scheduled on 18th. It will be a day op that takes 30mins but i will be on GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna cut me through the same scar i have for my ACL and with stitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, in this episode, i'm rather calm. MRI was scary but not the same as the first. Guess, i've been through it and hence, know what to expect. Still din like the experience though. Stupid shuttle but amazing function. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have to count down to 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years later, operation on the same knee in the same month. 8 days different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-8771672746367275678?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8771672746367275678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=8771672746367275678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8771672746367275678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8771672746367275678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-did-it-againmy-right-kneepart-2.html' title='I did it again...my right knee...part 2'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7407665323554930913</id><published>2010-11-06T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:35:58.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it again....my right knee</title><content type='html'>Had a tennis session with the turtles and the gang last night. Was standing there when suddenly, i felt my knee shifted. The next thing i knew, i couldn't straighten my knee and it was painful. Need assistance to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it happened to my same right knee that i had an ACL reconstruction operation 6 years ago at SGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we decided to go AH, for simpler reason. Shorter queueing. It was quick. Registration, First consultation, doctor consultation,&amp;nbsp;XRay, doctor consultation, treatment and pharmacy all done in 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't see anything different from the XRay. Screw is in place. What should be there is there. But, Knee is still painful. They suspect it had something to do with the soft tissue. So, i was refered to an Orthopaedic. I chose to be back at SGH who had my prior records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the appointment centre today and was told that an earliest subsidy appointment would be in Dec. My god. I'm not going to walk around like that for a month! I did it the last time but that was while waiting for my operation. Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The option is to go in as private, i could have my appointment on Monday but cost is a factor. I called my company's insurance&amp;nbsp;hotline but will only know if its claimable on Monday as they needed to check with the insurance company. I was worried that my ACL done&amp;nbsp;will be classified as pre-existing condition and&amp;nbsp;will prevent my claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum asked me to try to get AH to call and make an appointment on my behalf. To see if it helps. Tried. They say, the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another option is to go into SGH A&amp;amp;E. I was told by the appointment lady that they have a standby orthopaedic but she is not able to guarantee if, the A&amp;amp;E can treat it there and then, or i can get an earlier appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to just stay as private and see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am holding a referel letter but can't use it unless i'm ok with waiting. Argh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in life, you are given options, just whether you like them or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7407665323554930913?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7407665323554930913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7407665323554930913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7407665323554930913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7407665323554930913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-did-it-againmy-right-knee.html' title='i did it again....my right knee'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1165657332246718118</id><published>2010-10-26T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:28:20.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it again.....</title><content type='html'>i had to always scold him for asking me money....he had only 50 cents he said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could understand why he has to spend his little money on paint. A good effort. He wanted to paint the house. But he never realised that we do not want to move our things, so that he can paint the walls. It's a hassle. He has his good intentions. But never got any support from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw a 50bucks at the table. Scold him for spending money on drinks and cigarettes. But nvr make sure he has money to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i never calculate how much he needs in a day. Never ask how much he earns. Never bother if he has enough to eat. Just gave him money when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never feel good about the way he was being treated. But i never could convince myself to do anything better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, i did it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt humiliated. Started all the stories about how he brought us abroad when he has money. How he raise us big. How we could not care about him now that we are better. He should have sold the house and live alone. Why should he go though this. He did not even eat the whole day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we kept food at home. Had his favourite biscuits. Had noodles. Had breakfast. But he never took any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a communication breakdown. We can't communicate. We never make it easy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in his angry state, he got dressed, and left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I regreted. It was afterall, just 50bucks. I could afford it. I should have handled this better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she, is still asleep in the room.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1165657332246718118?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1165657332246718118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1165657332246718118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1165657332246718118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1165657332246718118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-did-it-again.html' title='i did it again.....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1377254716432036206</id><published>2010-09-11T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:39:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>黃大煒 - 想飛的心</title><content type='html'>This is a very nice song by David Huang Da Wei.....soothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ht-nDX5gyp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ht-nDX5gyp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1377254716432036206?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1377254716432036206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1377254716432036206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1377254716432036206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1377254716432036206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_11.html' title='黃大煒 - 想飛的心'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2283287465767385067</id><published>2010-09-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:02:17.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st is the day.....</title><content type='html'>Im sorta counting down to 21st. It will be the 2nd operation i have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never like the feeling of it. I could vividly remember how i was transfered to a bed to another, and another, till i was left on the surgical table and what i called, left to be cut by the doctor. It was a terrifying experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, its slightly differnt. Its a day op, 45mins, LA. It does means a lot to me though. I don't think the lump is really bad, i hope, but just dread the feeling of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just take a break from work and get some load off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2283287465767385067?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2283287465767385067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2283287465767385067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2283287465767385067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2283287465767385067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/21st-is-day.html' title='21st is the day.....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8487812245497517188</id><published>2010-09-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:54:20.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe.....</title><content type='html'>I was sorta arrowed or psychoed to help plan a buzz nite for tonight 2 days ago. In the end, i was sooo on, that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liaise the venue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liaise the menu, drinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prepared the awards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought the vouchers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Printed the certificates, laminate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;others.....etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I enjoyed it, more than my job. Brought me memories where i used to plan for events or camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it turned out good and i was thanked and praised for good job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes, it just takes little to make someone's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be generous with praises, you could change someone's day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i should change my job....haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-8487812245497517188?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8487812245497517188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=8487812245497517188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8487812245497517188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8487812245497517188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/maybe.html' title='Maybe.....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3487666113144064965</id><published>2010-09-06T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:13:38.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2rGzdV-mlo4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2rGzdV-mlo4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/moFp1gxRXvY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/moFp1gxRXvY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvUEw2kmKZU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvUEw2kmKZU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3487666113144064965?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3487666113144064965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3487666113144064965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3487666113144064965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3487666113144064965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/nice-songs.html' title='Nice Songs...'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2515030806498339371</id><published>2010-09-05T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:01:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明知我爱你 - 龚芝怡</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/guu_QnCuRaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/guu_QnCuRaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2515030806498339371?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2515030806498339371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2515030806498339371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2515030806498339371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2515030806498339371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_05.html' title='明知我爱你 - 龚芝怡'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2358646234146503266</id><published>2010-09-05T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:54:33.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明麗+阿飛 [誰說愛情不能作比較]</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlfhTTyYFSk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlfhTTyYFSk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2358646234146503266?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2358646234146503266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2358646234146503266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2358646234146503266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2358646234146503266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='明麗+阿飛 [誰說愛情不能作比較]'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7311143689519794730</id><published>2010-07-31T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T15:06:19.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice song....韦礼安 有没有</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6L-v5yplHE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6L-v5yplHE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7311143689519794730?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7311143689519794730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7311143689519794730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7311143689519794730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7311143689519794730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/nice-song.html' title='Nice song....韦礼安 有没有'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3752517715473435395</id><published>2010-07-19T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:38:33.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team work?</title><content type='html'>I havent written such a post for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to wonder if its me or my team mates. Do i not make sense or they choose not to listen? I don't know. Something is wrong somewhere and i can't understand what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 other team mates, one in UK and the other in US. L is the team lead of the project in UK and D in US..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i was on 2 occasions, explicitly asked to think twice by L before i sent anything to the stakeholders. The stakeholder advocate communication. Keep all informed of progress. And i did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's incident, i was told&amp;nbsp;to please think before i send an incomplete work done to the stakeholders before the designated time. I see it as a near completed task. With a but. I'm just informing that a work is done but i found errors and is pending for them to fix the one error i found. And i was told to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, pissed yet puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is team work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3752517715473435395?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3752517715473435395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3752517715473435395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3752517715473435395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3752517715473435395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/team-work.html' title='Team work?'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6368707677823705503</id><published>2010-05-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:35:47.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindy</title><content type='html'>I have decided that Lindy will really be a social event for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be very important to me. I feel happy meeting people, be there. I always want to be in the in group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go dancing on every day that has an event or a lesson. No matter how tired work has made me become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i slowed down. And realised that what i want from dance and what i can do within what i classify as in do is not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pursue dance as a leisure thing. Nothing serious. No committment from performance, turning up and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like to perform, but has understand that turning up, going for lessions is just not enough. I cant do what i wanted within what i classify i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've let go. Just go for socials. I'm happy enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6368707677823705503?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6368707677823705503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6368707677823705503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6368707677823705503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6368707677823705503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/lindy.html' title='Lindy'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5967197541974614486</id><published>2010-05-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:31:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent thoughts</title><content type='html'>I feel that i've changed over the years. No longer the always nice girl, not as chia. The me now, i know what i want more, i show my displeasement more, i start to really look at results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, i try to help, but i start to want to do things that i can accredit to my KPI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be really busy fool. Do things and that without a clear focus on the end result. I think of the end result, but not clearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i target on what is the problem more to get the project up and what i need to do to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though being in a big company, i was always on my own plan. I plan and do what i want. I wasn't in such a state where my boss will lay out my path and i work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with my new boss, there are stuff to work towards to, deadlines to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more focus. But am feeling the heat. Is it because i do not really like what i'm doing? or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for an answer. Not bewildered, just thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5967197541974614486?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5967197541974614486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5967197541974614486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5967197541974614486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5967197541974614486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/recent-thoughts.html' title='recent thoughts'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2203810003174228717</id><published>2010-05-02T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:10:38.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking.....</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, i actually mount kerb for 3 to 4 times!!! There's a lot to remember. Before i forget, let me list them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallel parking&lt;br /&gt;1. Adjust side mirror to be able to see kerb and back wheel&lt;br /&gt;2. Have your car a distance away, centred on the lane&lt;br /&gt;3. Slowly reverse your vehicle straight till you see on your left side mirror the cement line&lt;br /&gt;4. Once your back wheel is on the cement line, turn your steering wheel all the way to the left.&lt;br /&gt;5. Control your brake!&lt;br /&gt;6. Once you see the edge of the second yellow kerb on the right mirror, turn your steering wheel to the right 2 rounds&lt;br /&gt;7. Keep reversing until your right backwheel is on the parking line from the right side mirror and turn the steering wheel to the right all the way. Turn that wheel Fast!&lt;br /&gt;8. Look out on both sides on the side mirror to avoid hitting the kerb&lt;br /&gt;9. Once your right back wheel is almost hitting the kerb, turn your steering wheel to the left to straighten the vehicle (2 rounds).&lt;br /&gt;10. Engage drive gear, control speed and turn your steering wheel to the left to straighten the car.&lt;br /&gt;11. Reverse your car slightly to be in the middle of the lot&lt;br /&gt;12. You should finish this within 5 mins or fail the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To exit&lt;br /&gt;1. Move your vehicle to the front&amp;nbsp;till near the front curb.&lt;br /&gt;2. Engage reverse gear, turn your steering wheel to the left all the way till the front kerb in line with the lane is almost at 10 O clock position of the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;3. Engage D gear, turn the steering wheel all the way to the right and once the kerb in line with the lane is blocked by the lining of the car on the left, turn the steering wheel quickly to the left to straighten the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i remember of the class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2203810003174228717?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2203810003174228717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2203810003174228717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2203810003174228717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2203810003174228717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/parking.html' title='Parking.....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5570701858091481632</id><published>2010-05-01T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:56:17.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>何維健- 变化</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOiWD6G3QI0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOiWD6G3QI0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5570701858091481632?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5570701858091481632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5570701858091481632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5570701858091481632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5570701858091481632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='何維健- 变化'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6381716066157916701</id><published>2010-03-22T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:14:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>在你和天空之間 - Next challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wsbIrU409gY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wsbIrU409gY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next challenge that my manager has set for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6381716066157916701?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6381716066157916701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6381716066157916701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6381716066157916701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6381716066157916701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/next-challenge.html' title='在你和天空之間 - Next challenge'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3894238322782919477</id><published>2010-03-22T12:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:20:52.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>劉力揚- 禮物</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ywtn0hVNMdo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ywtn0hVNMdo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the lyrics of this song. Very beautiful lyrics....makes me feel sad when singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to &lt;a href="http://music.yule.sohu.com/20091111/n268120924.shtml"&gt;http://music.yule.sohu.com/20091111/n268120924.shtml&lt;/a&gt; for a write up on the song....　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3894238322782919477?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3894238322782919477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3894238322782919477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3894238322782919477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3894238322782919477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='劉力揚- 禮物'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5085006318316606503</id><published>2010-03-09T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:46:14.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little piss</title><content type='html'>Im a little pissed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make sure i reserved my comments about L to myself and prolly RL. It just doesn't help to speak to ppl who has a strong belief and making comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you make a comment about A and C to B, and B spoke to the A about our discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be easier if you just talk to the involved party directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5085006318316606503?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5085006318316606503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5085006318316606503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5085006318316606503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5085006318316606503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-piss.html' title='A little piss'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7160221067692162293</id><published>2010-02-26T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:22:04.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sea Jam again!!!</title><content type='html'>I totally forgotten about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Registration was only done yesterday night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Din remember to register&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pre-Sea Jam party at Blu Jazz yesterday was unprepared. Went last min and in the end, dance in my heels!!! Regretted it, should have brought my shoes.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, its this weekend so i'll be real busy. Will take pics and post it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7160221067692162293?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7160221067692162293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7160221067692162293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7160221067692162293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7160221067692162293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-sea-jam-again.html' title='It&apos;s Sea Jam again!!!'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8726981861072097523</id><published>2010-02-26T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:19:15.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His birthday present....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/S4dnrgqhDbI/AAAAAAAAOFI/xx-ovkWhW8o/s1600-h/Gift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442432671900831154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/S4dnrgqhDbI/AAAAAAAAOFI/xx-ovkWhW8o/s320/Gift.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His Birthday present this year......Spent a lot of effort to rush it out in time. Phew, i made it in time for his actual day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-8726981861072097523?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8726981861072097523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=8726981861072097523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8726981861072097523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8726981861072097523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/his-birthday-present.html' title='His birthday present....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/S4dnrgqhDbI/AAAAAAAAOFI/xx-ovkWhW8o/s72-c/Gift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-71728415779643471</id><published>2010-01-20T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:39:37.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My experience handling energy and meditation</title><content type='html'>I went to an energy class with BH, KL and WZ that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt really comfortable when i reach places which i classify as spiritual. The last where i went to a channeling session, i was tearing away when i asked questions. Places like this make me feel afraid. Afraid that it will tell me something that is true and which i am putting on hold first. Hence, when BH invited me for the session, i agreed though i had butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i reach the place, i was already feeling uneasy. But manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session started at the 2nd level which is very cosy. Dim lights, light music. Supposedly to make you feel relax and comfy. Michelle the master was asking the floor on each experiences with energy. Could be yoga, taichi or even reiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started the session with meditation. It was my first. I worry that i will tear. I don't really mind tearing but tearing affects me and im not too keen. But im open to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with our base chakra then as we moved the energy up the last chakra (cant remember what it is called), i feel that my back is aching, badly. I ignored that and soon, i feel light. I could no longer be very conscious of my surroundings, only picturing myself in another dimension that is totally black. I could feel my shoulder tickling. Tears flow as i meditate. Michelle was coughing, which she did not in the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we open our eyes, i was backed to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Michelle tried to teach us how we can experience energy and she started coughing away again. She explained that it was due to other's energy that she felt and it was causing her to cough. Amazing. Then she tried to throw her energy ball to me. I did not know how or what to expect and i imaginerary tried to catch the ball. Could not feel anything though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a nice experience, though i teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even bought a pair of nice rose quartz crystals in the shape of hearts. I remembered what Brian said. That rose quartz are powerful crystals that enpower one with love. I need more love, to feel the world and share the love. Need to be less grouchy and less of complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me something which i feel is important to improve one's self being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if an unimportant person says something that makes you angry, stop that anger. As that person is not important, and hence one need not mind the person's words that much. In that way, one can be happier. Interesting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-71728415779643471?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/71728415779643471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=71728415779643471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/71728415779643471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/71728415779643471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-experience-handling-energy-and.html' title='My experience handling energy and meditation'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1981932645962878510</id><published>2010-01-19T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:09:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assembling an armchair</title><content type='html'>RL bought an armchair during a sale and he had to self assemble and collect the armchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor him. Had to push the armchair and carry the armchair all the way to his car in the carpark all by himself as he was alone. Missy was not there. Can't remember why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His house was renovating and hence the armchair was left in the car boot till yesterday, did we open it up and assemble the armchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a good mood yesterday and bravely took on the job to assemble the chair myself. Only wanted him to help to hold the parts in place while i went on to tighten the screws, put the parts in the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 1 hour? The armchair was done. And he have a new and proper chair to sit at the computer desk. You should see how he sits in his old chair. Prolly in a L shape. But not the way you would write an L but |_____ this way....bad posture. Blame it on his height. BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its something accomplished and im pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job done! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1981932645962878510?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1981932645962878510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1981932645962878510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1981932645962878510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1981932645962878510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/assembling-armchair.html' title='Assembling an armchair'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3968765120620145894</id><published>2009-10-17T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:39:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>徐佳瑩 - 失落沙洲 Nice Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Prc4Re8Nxs4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Prc4Re8Nxs4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3968765120620145894?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3968765120620145894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3968765120620145894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3968765120620145894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3968765120620145894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-song.html' title='徐佳瑩 - 失落沙洲 Nice Song'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2758454840640255987</id><published>2009-10-02T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:37:52.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisbane</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in Brisbane.....since the 23Sep09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i setoff to Brisbane with uncertainty about work and my newly chosen path, i secretly am beaming with delight. Delight that i got away with my errors, got away from the job caused me soo much stress that i broke down in the office....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if what i've chosen is what i want. Who cares? How many people in this world knows what they want? Not many i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 7th working day. I'm tired. Waking up early, coming back later, doing 'household chores', watching tv.....by the time i sleep, its 12 or 1+ in the night. The weather has been cooling. yet sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day i was here, i couldnt get the air conditioning to blow me more hot air. It just stays at 13/14 degrees. Cold. Tried to take a nap but was unable to fall into deep sleep. The wind was strong and blowing in through little gaps from the window. Sirens of ambulances and fire engines kept ringing. Argh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was first day at work. Pretty ok. But just irritated that the internet is not working. Took the IT guys to send instructions to my colleague in the afternoon and in the end, i'm only able to do emails and minimum internet. "Great!" so call having IT guys/department in the same building which is of not much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out in the night to get dinner and something for Dear to arrive. He is due to arrive after midnight at 1+. I needed to be at the lobby to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he's here, im too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a relax day. We walk to Chinatown, took a train to Southbank. They had a man made city beach right in the middle of the city. Interesting. Walk to the wheel of brisbane. Too expensive.....we aborted the idea of taking the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we ended in the casino. And guess what? I won a jackpot! my first and prolly the only? just a mere hundred bucks.....haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was movieworld. Sadly, we only reached there at 2pm and it was due to close at 5.30pm. Bad timing. We couldnt decide what to do the night before till the next morning. A little irritated as i was tired and wanted to just have someone to make a decision but i guess, i expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week was work and dinner. Minimal shopping. Dear must be bored. He is alone in the day and have to spend his entire day alone. Imagine a person having all the time in the day finding here bored. What happens for a person who is working and knock off the same time the shops are closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week was very potato wiss.....had lots of potatos.....we kept going back to the same place, queen street mall surroundings and only ate western food. Hence, we started to get sick and tired of western food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we managed to venture more and found chinese food. At least, it was for a change. Really miss Singapore's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 9 days i'm here, i could only say, i enjoyed being alone at times. Yet i must admit, having a company still makes a difference. Cos the additional noise in the apartment and around you just makes one more at ease and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2758454840640255987?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2758454840640255987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2758454840640255987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2758454840640255987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2758454840640255987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/brisbane.html' title='Brisbane'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6873315253195739969</id><published>2009-10-02T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:20:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一個女生模仿很多人的聲音唱歌</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDFSLO1_8Ls&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDFSLO1_8Ls&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6873315253195739969?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6873315253195739969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6873315253195739969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6873315253195739969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6873315253195739969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='一個女生模仿很多人的聲音唱歌'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-4978353106220756702</id><published>2009-07-01T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:10:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new work</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 mths since i joined this new company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team leader im called, but in long run, I'm the Ops Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things werent smooth sailing as I past my 1st month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague arguing with me, department heads being ignorant of the trade or working the old way, things are in a mess, consultants not of standard....lots for me to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was excited about my arrival, but i soon realise that this excitement was more of additional work for me than something good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived the 3 months with long nights, hidden displeasement and feeling hopeless at times. But i guess i will see the light soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-4978353106220756702?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4978353106220756702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=4978353106220756702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4978353106220756702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4978353106220756702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-work.html' title='My new work'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-9177341837436204794</id><published>2009-07-01T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:05:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter closed.</title><content type='html'>Got to know that he is attached today. I'm happy. Happy that he moved on. Happy that he has found someone. I was kinda guilty and 'worried' but i guess, time has eased the pain and it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chapter closed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-9177341837436204794?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9177341837436204794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=9177341837436204794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9177341837436204794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9177341837436204794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-closed.html' title='Chapter closed.'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5429246760718586219</id><published>2009-06-14T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:17:51.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Songs that my "Manager" wants me to learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7H4gFPpLH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7H4gFPpLH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSiKTTDT28w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSiKTTDT28w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5429246760718586219?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5429246760718586219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5429246760718586219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5429246760718586219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5429246760718586219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-songs-that-my-manager-wants-me-to.html' title='New Songs that my &quot;Manager&quot; wants me to learn'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7901523193355226695</id><published>2009-05-16T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:53:26.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...exhausted</title><content type='html'>I'm been in my new job for 1month plus. And i'm tired. Everyone seems to be looking forward to me joining the team. I was excited as well. Just that now, i've lost some energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kept busy all day. Meeting clients, solving consultants problems, discussion, asking people about what happens in the office, how are things done and lotsa more. Soo many things to do, soo little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having problematic consultants doesn't help as well. My boss has been nice to them and they are slowly taking advantage of it and i'm feeling the effects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard many people giving me advices. And these advices are draining me out. They are good advice, just that they are not in line with what i was 'brought' up in. The autonomy and flexibility given makes me feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel im at a cross junction. Lots of way to do stuff. I don't have advisors that i can really seek in the office. Im the only head that is from operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i start to drain out my energy, i need to find a way out. A way to quickly set things right, the way i want. I'm not sure how well i can do it, but im sure as long as i try hard enough, i will make it happen the way i want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7901523193355226695?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7901523193355226695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7901523193355226695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7901523193355226695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7901523193355226695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiredexhausted.html' title='Tired...exhausted'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8637283491605484063</id><published>2009-04-17T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:48:04.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganbatte....</title><content type='html'>I'm keeping my fingers crossed for your mum....Jiayou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-8637283491605484063?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8637283491605484063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=8637283491605484063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8637283491605484063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8637283491605484063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/ganbatte.html' title='Ganbatte....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-4215286415032928912</id><published>2009-03-27T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:57:39.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day with no work. Officially jobless</title><content type='html'>haha.. i am awake at 8.30am. Awoken by an sms from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I login to msn and was asked to rest more, its a no work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, its ok. I have about 8 more days to sleep all i want! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many can have such a freedom. Esp hard to come by during this economy crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll enjoy the time i have. Before 6th Apr. My next challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-4215286415032928912?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4215286415032928912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=4215286415032928912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4215286415032928912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4215286415032928912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-with-no-work-officially.html' title='First day with no work. Officially jobless'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3771408618876298502</id><published>2009-03-27T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:54:13.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last day at work. It was a weird feeling. Prior to the last day, i was counting down the days in my msn. Last 5 days. last 4 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the last day at work, i was counting down. I wasnt really glad to leave or looking forward to the last day as there wasnt a strong push factor that makes me want to leave my workplace that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good choice i made. At times, when one is too used to or comfortable at a place, our growth stagnant. By saying growth, it might not mean having opportunities to grow. But i meant the pace i set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a strong urge to do things. But i realised that as days passed, i was slowing myself down. The urge for growth was not as great. I was still doing my stuff, but doing the bare minimum. I would still reply emails, push for partners to correct their workflow but the feeling was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i need to go. And having yet another opportunity helps me to make my decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a better offer, a new environment, a new setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not know if its a good step until i try. And i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, i did not even sign the contract for the new job prior tendering my resignation. Somehow, i have a feeling that it'll be ok. Friends and loved ones around me urge me to have things settled as soon as possible. To protect our own well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I felt that i'm in safe hands. What can happened? The most, i'll be without a job. If that really happens, yes, i'll be financially tight. But I would have learn something. That the new company is not worth me working for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds too hopeful or naive huh? But at times, when we try too hard to make things work or gets it done, there is something missing in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was trying to tie up my loose ends at work, lunch, then finish with my colleague L who is taking over me, go for my exit interview, take photos with colleagues and bid goodbye. Meet my bf and enjoy a good show at the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day wasnt as smooth or relax as i thought. L was nervous i felt, asking me questions i couldnt answer and y would i have all the answers? She was panicky at my departure. Afterall, she was a project manager too long that she prolly couldnt be technical or in depth any faster. It din help when i've set a benchmark for the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and am a technical person. Someone that can go into the details and be very technical about the things i do. I helped and pave the way for the people that i worked with, but might have set a tough path for L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it wasnt my problem anymore and she will be alright in time. Sooner or later. She'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exit interview was ok. Quick and pretty simple. I expected the things i would face. Signing a document i never believe in but just for clearance sake, its ok. I took photos with all my colleagues (i try to) and say goodbye. Teared a little when one of them tear. But all in all, it was good. It was a good feeling to receive well wishes from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the well wishes, photos, and some gifts i received, i left the place i worked for 5+ years. All happened on the 26Mar09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. And look forward to the new challenge ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3771408618876298502?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3771408618876298502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3771408618876298502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3771408618876298502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3771408618876298502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6455497934395348992</id><published>2009-03-25T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:34:11.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension 我們的故事</title><content type='html'>This song sounds very soothing to the ear....enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6M9Vwb1bcU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6M9Vwb1bcU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6455497934395348992?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6455497934395348992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6455497934395348992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6455497934395348992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6455497934395348992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/tension.html' title='Tension 我們的故事'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7309150788968016005</id><published>2009-03-19T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:13:58.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie - my 3rd niece</title><content type='html'>Born 17th March 09 at Mount Alvernia Hospital at 0808hrs. 3.125kg and 50.5cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.comhttp://lh5.ggpht.com/s/v/47.12/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/ValerieMy3rdNiece?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/ScIL976XQIE/AAAAAAAAK7Y/HrkaS_Dj-Sc/s160-c/ValerieMy3rdNiece.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/ValerieMy3rdNiece?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Valerie - my 3rd niece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7309150788968016005?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7309150788968016005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7309150788968016005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7309150788968016005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7309150788968016005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/valerie-my-3rd-niece.html' title='Valerie - my 3rd niece'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/ScIL976XQIE/AAAAAAAAK7Y/HrkaS_Dj-Sc/s72-c/ValerieMy3rdNiece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3123645914518642037</id><published>2009-03-19T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:09:06.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New challenge by manager</title><content type='html'>My Manager wants me to try different styles and learn this song....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOlBbiGzsSE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOlBbiGzsSE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3123645914518642037?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3123645914518642037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3123645914518642037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3123645914518642037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3123645914518642037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-challenge-by-manager.html' title='New challenge by manager'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1585930998522783424</id><published>2009-03-19T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:04:00.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jing's married video</title><content type='html'>I'm soo happy for her. After all the heartbreaks and jerks, im soo glad she find one that she can settle down with and is happy to be in love. Love can be soo simple at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHtf4z8EGsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHtf4z8EGsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1585930998522783424?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1585930998522783424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1585930998522783424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1585930998522783424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1585930998522783424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/jings-married-video.html' title='Jing&apos;s married video'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-4484009618239447452</id><published>2009-03-12T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:21:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My resignation</title><content type='html'>After much thinking, i've finally decided to leave this company. Use this word finally seems like i'm sooo eager to leave. On the contrary, I'm happy to leave SG office. Though i've technically left SG office as i'm in my new role in the Aspac office, there seem to be hidden strings attached. Could be due to the convenience of having me around, i feel im being taken advantage of at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first resgination experience was scary. I type the letter and printed the letter at home. The letter was dated 27February. Then decided to submit the letter on the 26th. I took the letter, shivered and went into Derick, my boss's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him i needed to speak to him and that i needed to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told him i have a bomb for him and passed him the letter, in a traditional white envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a "Oh no" face and quietly read through the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about my decision. Why i wanted to go and how it has got nothing to do with the current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was concerned, if my decision was a good move. I told him where im going and we discuss about it. I told him my increment and how the entire package was liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ended the conversation on a good note and he had to talk to his boss about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went lunch. I wasnt too stable. Had an urge to cry. I was sad. Im leaving a nice boss and placing myself in a unknown situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute i was back from lunch, an Australia vendor msn me. She knows about it. News spread fast. Real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sad that i'm leaveing. And of cos, the standard question of where im going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose who i want to tell on my next destination. But i din really feel that i needed to hide from anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days, once my resignation was confirmed, i ping people in the Singapore office. Some were happy for me, some were sad but still happy for me and some just want my contact in case they need to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. I could deal with all such reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming 6 years in this company, i felt i've seen and learnt a lot. I've grown, very much. And am very pleased that my next company appreciates people with talent. I'm not saying im really talented, but at least, the way my next company work is structured in the sense that they reward people accordingly to their effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to my next challenge, the biggest in my 5 years in the society. And counting my days in the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-4484009618239447452?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4484009618239447452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=4484009618239447452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4484009618239447452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4484009618239447452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-resignation.html' title='My resignation'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5102552795854296784</id><published>2009-03-09T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:42:02.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efficiency - where has it gone to?</title><content type='html'>A hotelier called to arrange a visit to our office. I took the message and call the team in-charge of the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me hoteliers need to go direct to our MICE team to arrange for meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ping the MICE gal and guess what she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't allow the visit till they sign up for our XXX program. she probably got to call me to arrange for that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went, "Then now what? I have to call her to tell her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes "Preferably, I  don't wanna look desperate for her to sign up. so u got to help me by asking her to make arrangement with me first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just pass the call next time. Soo much for taking a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5102552795854296784?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5102552795854296784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5102552795854296784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5102552795854296784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5102552795854296784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/efficiency-where-has-it-gone-to.html' title='Efficiency - where has it gone to?'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-9064230128639213349</id><published>2009-03-05T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:00:50.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've tendered!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-9064230128639213349?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9064230128639213349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=9064230128639213349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9064230128639213349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9064230128639213349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-tendered.html' title='I&apos;ve tendered!!!!'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2380904377654529422</id><published>2009-03-05T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:00:32.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PK - 梁靜茹 and 曹格</title><content type='html'>Nice song....interesting lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK&lt;br /&gt;曲：曹格&lt;br /&gt;詞：姚若龍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（男）你有堅持的事情&lt;br /&gt;我也有我的個性&lt;br /&gt;這次不讓你 （女）這次不讓你（男）call我兄弟飆歌去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（女）跟兩個人有關係&lt;br /&gt;你卻一個人決定&lt;br /&gt;情緒谷底 約好姊妹喝香檳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（男）最恨別人對我不相信&lt;br /&gt;（女）我嚮往的親密是一起做決定&lt;br /&gt;（男）干涉太多是囚禁&lt;br /&gt;（女）溝通太少是疏離&lt;br /&gt;（合）愛有千百萬種定義&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（女）三天不聯絡 和解要被動&lt;br /&gt;（男）不談對錯 假裝沒冷戰過&lt;br /&gt;（合）想在愛裏當主key 要搶到麥克風&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（女）三天淚狂流 殘局你來收&lt;br /&gt;（男）雖然心疼 不能攤手低頭&lt;br /&gt;（合）心思拉扯中 PK寂寞 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUeaYTR485M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUeaYTR485M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2380904377654529422?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2380904377654529422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2380904377654529422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2380904377654529422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2380904377654529422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/pk-and.html' title='PK - 梁靜茹 and 曹格'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-53718786782319518</id><published>2009-02-19T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:38:54.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering with old CJ classmates</title><content type='html'>A gathering with my JC classmates. Boy, we have known each other for coming 12 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/GatheringWithJCMates?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SZzQyRYGlVE/AAAAAAAAK4Y/3LxMhxZeAM4/s160-c/GatheringWithJCMates.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/GatheringWithJCMates?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Gathering with JC mates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-53718786782319518?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/53718786782319518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=53718786782319518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/53718786782319518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/53718786782319518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/gathering-with-old-cj-classmates.html' title='Gathering with old CJ classmates'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SZzQyRYGlVE/AAAAAAAAK4Y/3LxMhxZeAM4/s72-c/GatheringWithJCMates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6525239359129708718</id><published>2009-02-11T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:31:36.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Mum and Mum</title><content type='html'>well, was having a msn conversation with sis and she happily say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i was telling my mum that if she wanna come....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she type with soo much ease and simply forgotten that she is chatting with her sister and its not just her mum but ours. Shake head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely not the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called mum once, left a message to ask mum to return call to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum called me shortly after and ask if i called, i was liked, "No, and you have 2 daughters. That sis, never state properly which daughter call..." Shake head.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly her pregnancy is causing all these.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6525239359129708718?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6525239359129708718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6525239359129708718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6525239359129708718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6525239359129708718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mum-and-mum.html' title='my Mum and Mum'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1242709474072212239</id><published>2009-02-09T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:08:54.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice songs....</title><content type='html'>100种生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3z7x2HqOOwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3z7x2HqOOwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早安晨之美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sC5im6vrKh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sC5im6vrKh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男俑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dqYZw3JVeo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dqYZw3JVeo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1242709474072212239?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1242709474072212239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1242709474072212239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1242709474072212239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1242709474072212239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/nice-songs.html' title='Nice songs....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-4348387637828214334</id><published>2009-02-06T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:43:33.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought another 8" ming ming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYvb97V-19I/AAAAAAAAK18/4PRmOmyN92o/s1600-h/CIMG5895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYvb97V-19I/AAAAAAAAK18/4PRmOmyN92o/s320/CIMG5895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299571243479914450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....add another different size ming ming to my collection.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-4348387637828214334?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4348387637828214334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=4348387637828214334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4348387637828214334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4348387637828214334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/bought-another-8-ming-ming.html' title='Bought another 8&quot; ming ming'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYvb97V-19I/AAAAAAAAK18/4PRmOmyN92o/s72-c/CIMG5895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6453920284008334625</id><published>2009-02-04T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:56:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first DIY Mosaic Photo frame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYkRq4YpJrI/AAAAAAAAK1c/xWc3TRx55Pw/s1600-h/CIMG5889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298785864966022834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYkRq4YpJrI/AAAAAAAAK1c/xWc3TRx55Pw/s320/CIMG5889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bought the kit for SGD8.90 and spend less than an hour doing it. Sweet isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6453920284008334625?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6453920284008334625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6453920284008334625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6453920284008334625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6453920284008334625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-diy-mosaic-photo-frame.html' title='My first DIY Mosaic Photo frame'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYkRq4YpJrI/AAAAAAAAK1c/xWc3TRx55Pw/s72-c/CIMG5889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3964234713853336030</id><published>2009-02-04T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:53:47.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins at Uncle Joe's place</title><content type='html'>Well, they become my models...nothing much to do so decided to just snap them away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/TwinsOnCNYAtUncleJoeHouse?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYAKaEz_YdE/AAAAAAAAK1A/-j0Mt-7XHv4/s160-c/TwinsOnCNYAtUncleJoeHouse.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/TwinsOnCNYAtUncleJoeHouse?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Twins on CNY at Uncle Joe House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3964234713853336030?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3964234713853336030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3964234713853336030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3964234713853336030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3964234713853336030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/twins-at-uncle-joes-place.html' title='Twins at Uncle Joe&apos;s place'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SYAKaEz_YdE/AAAAAAAAK1A/-j0Mt-7XHv4/s72-c/TwinsOnCNYAtUncleJoeHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1702322196801713401</id><published>2009-01-31T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:18:10.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accurate reading</title><content type='html'>Bought a deck of oracle cards today, The Wisdom of Avalon by Colette Baron-Reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playing with the turtle gang and the guys. They seem curious at first and they urge each other to have a go. However, after each reading, i realised they were having fun and not serious with the cards. A little offended but, guess, its ok bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i did a single card reading and once i got the card, i was a little shocked. I've drawn a forgiveness card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card reads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drawing this marker says that you must now search your heart for any unresolved resentment, anger, or disagreements between u n another. If you're still hurt or angry about another's behaviour, or if there are circumstances in your life that you resent, this is a time when it's crucial to release the negative energy surrounding those situations. Resisting this will only impede your growth and draw more unwanted experiences to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resentment and anger are emotions that actually bind you and hook you to the events that cause your suffering, keeping them alive inside you, draining you of your life force and inner light. Nothing good comes from hate, anger, or resentment. Peace can only come through forgiveness, when you release all that binds you to negativity. Perhaps you need to forgive yourself for placing unrealistic expectations on your situation resulting in a self-sabotaging perception tainted by perfectionism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the world and see how the lack of forgiveness feeds the turmoil and suffering around you. Forgiveness is the key to freedom and peace......and it starsts with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marker requires you to practice forgiveness so that you can be an active part of spreading peace and beauty throughout this troubled world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the question i ask? "How can i get over the guilt i have for breaking up with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo true a reading.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i regreted doing this reading in front of my frens. Cos i was asked what question i asked and i resented answering that cos it resulted in one of them asking me why i had break up with him. And i hear the magic words again. "Then it must be your fault lor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though harmless, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness, i will digest the reading and practise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1702322196801713401?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1702322196801713401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1702322196801713401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1702322196801713401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1702322196801713401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/accurate-reading.html' title='Accurate reading'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2957847181415832857</id><published>2009-01-21T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:52:43.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Nonya (小娘惹) Theme Song (如燕) - Harp</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9t_-zYVrs6c&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steady!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2957847181415832857?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2957847181415832857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2957847181415832857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2957847181415832857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2957847181415832857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-nonya-theme-song-harp.html' title='The Little Nonya (小娘惹) Theme Song (如燕) - Harp'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2972941668802251810</id><published>2009-01-21T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:08:23.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My reading using oracle cards</title><content type='html'>recently, got myself involved with ff, kalai and b on oracle cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ff sent me an online url to kalai's deck of oracle cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a reading and ask, "How should i handle my relationships?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a three card reading that gave me the following answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My past - The Clanconer - illusion, delusion, lust, projection, clear sight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starter reading states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not good to make decisions when blinded by lust. Whether it is lust for a person, a thing, or an idea, we need to pause and take our time before making actual commitments. We need to read the fine print, check out the foundations, get a mechanic to test the so-beautiful secondhand car. If we are considering buying something, we can refuse to let ourselves be rushed into it and take time for making sure that it really what we think it is. If we are considering making a commitment to other people, we need to take our time and really get to know them much better. This is another lesson in seeing the truth behind a beglamoured surface, though in this case it is we who have cast the glamour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My present - The Singer of Intuition - Perceptiveness, Oracular powers, awareness, trust&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starter reading states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a reading, the presence of the Singer of Intuition indicates that information is available to us if we will just listen to our own inner knowing. Perhaps we have already heard it, and still doubt our subtle senses. The Singer says this is the time to really listen to our intuition. What is the querent's own feeling, hunch, or intuition about this situation? It is desirable that the querent should seek solitude, meditate, and practice stillness and patience. This is a time for inward focus, a time to open the inner door to intuition (there are a lot of 'in's in this sentence because important answers are to be found within the querent himself). The presence of this Singer in card spread radiates special illumination and insight on the other cards around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My future - The Singer of Transfiguration - Transformation, transcendance, metamorphasis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My starter reading states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot! This card in a reading signifies the joy of success after a time of struggle. A new way of life has been accepted and is being integrated. A sense of inner peace is growing. The struggle has all been worth it. This is a time of consolidation and joy, and is both a reward for past achievements and a time of preparation for the next climb up the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the last card, i should right? its a happy ending....I like it for the fact that it seems to know that i've struggled. And im glad it tells me i will have a happy ending....like in all tv dramas.....hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2972941668802251810?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2972941668802251810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2972941668802251810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2972941668802251810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2972941668802251810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-reading-using-oracle-cards.html' title='My reading using oracle cards'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-1220478404145150204</id><published>2009-01-20T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:14:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>Seems like i have been offending my close frens by my actions. So far, one each....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the year, i have been more self centered. Focusing on my own growth and how i feel. Need to start to spend time knowing people. Be concerned about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show my Tender, Loving and Care side. Im afterall, a cancerian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians are known to be motherly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me find that side of me back and share that with all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-1220478404145150204?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1220478404145150204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=1220478404145150204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1220478404145150204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/1220478404145150204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5835032339057206314</id><published>2009-01-20T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:10:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ended......</title><content type='html'>I told him what i needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He say he will let his heart die. Maybe when he forget about me then will he forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful. And i did it again. A second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that's the end......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5835032339057206314?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5835032339057206314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5835032339057206314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5835032339057206314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5835032339057206314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/ended.html' title='Ended......'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3801998744230968117</id><published>2009-01-17T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:21:17.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some guys are lame. Try too hard</title><content type='html'>Recently got into this online site to know more people. Its simple. Leave your photo and some information and others can view your profile and drop a wink or message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some messages and winks left in my inbox and was curious about them. I view their profile, reply some and chat on msn with some guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i realised that most, do not have much to say. Or their questions are standard. I classify them as standard simply after chatting with a few and the same questions asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height, weight?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Single?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wana exchange HP numbers?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boring....it might be such questions are common but well, it doesnt impressed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was one who asked if he could go after me. Nuts. Its only the first time talking to him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The same guy always reply the a single word answer. Question asked, "how was your day", he replied "fine". I thought this is an open ended question that deserves more explanation?Diaoz.....how to continue to chat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another simply reply in caps"THEN Y U COME NET. LOOK FOR BF, FREN OR WAT" when i reply prior that i din understand a message he wrote. I then told him it was rude to reply in caps. Guess his reply? He said he tot i was blind so write bigger. Slap him man....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh....lame....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3801998744230968117?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3801998744230968117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3801998744230968117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3801998744230968117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3801998744230968117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-guys-are-lame-try-too-hard.html' title='Some guys are lame. Try too hard'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-9044453020618515782</id><published>2009-01-17T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:11:03.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BGR</title><content type='html'>have not been blogging for sometime simply cos i have not felt the urge to do it. I realised i enjoyed blogging more when i want to share something or when i have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i have, in a way been asking close frens about the comment i receive. I wanted to reply. But my intended reply seems rude to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry. I appear offline on msn in the middle of the conversation and reply that i din want to talk about it. I shouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been making things easy for myself and my friends i guess. Friends have gave me lots of advice and advising me not to be in the grey area. I should be definite and sure of what i want and make it clear to suitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent conversations, my fren mentioned i am confused. Another mentioned in a call today that its hard for all when one is not sure of what she wants.夜长梦多.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry for the fact that i find the focus is on him. I seemed rude, dun leave him dangling (in case it becomes an ugly scene next time), i must be the one that breaks up the relationship and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im the bad guy. I initiate the breakup. And because of that, i seem to be getting attention that i did not expect. Or i led people to give me attention that i din want. I cant handle this well. I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun want to handle wat people say. Cos i cant get the acknowledge and comfort i wanted from sharing with them. I understand their good intentions. I know. But i cant handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. Let's not talk about him anymore. Im not gonna talk about him anymore. Cos i cant handle people's comments and i know i will feel hurt. When im not in the state to handle it, i should learn to not tok about it. You might say im coward, its ok. You might think avoiding doesnt help, its ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal the wound. And it seems 1 year is simply not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-9044453020618515782?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9044453020618515782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=9044453020618515782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9044453020618515782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9044453020618515782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-bgr.html' title='My BGR'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5882062921667259622</id><published>2009-01-13T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:56:35.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>范瑋琪 - 沒那麼愛他</title><content type='html'>Was listening to this song and find it very meaningful. First time i could really relate to the story behind the song.....A friend's advice to another fren's failed relationship...Esp like "是习惯还是爱 不放心还是不甘心 只有你自己知道解答"..enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有权利情绪化&lt;br /&gt;你不一定要坚强&lt;br /&gt;但有些事情不能伪装&lt;br /&gt;别为自己设了框&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂失去的悲伤&lt;br /&gt;也懂进退的挣扎&lt;br /&gt;但想起过去都是失望&lt;br /&gt;又何必要放不下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是习惯还是爱&lt;br /&gt;不放心还是不甘心&lt;br /&gt;只有你自己知道解答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;br /&gt;真的不需要那么想他&lt;br /&gt;编织过的梦想&lt;br /&gt;自己也可以抵达&lt;br /&gt;谁说一定要有他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;br /&gt;没有深陷到不可自拔&lt;br /&gt;认清了真心话&lt;br /&gt;你就放得下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂失去的悲伤&lt;br /&gt;也懂进退的挣扎&lt;br /&gt;但想起过去都是失望&lt;br /&gt;又何必要放不下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是习惯还是爱&lt;br /&gt;不放心还是不甘心&lt;br /&gt;只有你自己知道解答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;br /&gt;真的不需要那么想他&lt;br /&gt;编织过的梦想&lt;br /&gt;自己也可以抵达&lt;br /&gt;谁说一定要有他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;br /&gt;没有深陷到不可自拔&lt;br /&gt;认清了真心话&lt;br /&gt;你就放得下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;深呼吸抬头望&lt;br /&gt;发现天空很宽广&lt;br /&gt;这世界那么大&lt;br /&gt;幸福总会在某个地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;br /&gt;真的不需要那么想他&lt;br /&gt;拥有过的计划&lt;br /&gt;留给值得的对象&lt;br /&gt;你知道不会是他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;br /&gt;没有深陷到不可自拔&lt;br /&gt;认清了真心话&lt;br /&gt;你就放得下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYseOfGCcxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYseOfGCcxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5882062921667259622?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5882062921667259622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5882062921667259622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5882062921667259622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5882062921667259622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='范瑋琪 - 沒那麼愛他'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2854519984028581485</id><published>2008-12-26T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:56:43.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dream....MX drives!</title><content type='html'>Dreamt of mx last nite. I was in a car with her as a passenger. I could vaguely remember her driving without a license in the car and stop at the side of the road, while waiting for Jia Jia to pass her something. Then i said,"Ask her to go Geylang to look for us lah" She msg Jia Jia then, and we drove off. We were due to go Geylang for food and mx was telling me, "Dun laugh at me parking cos Geylang all is parallel parking...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i remembered, i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MX, think its a sign to tell you to go learn ur driving soon. Haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2854519984028581485?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2854519984028581485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2854519984028581485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2854519984028581485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2854519984028581485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird-dreammx-drives.html' title='Weird dream....MX drives!'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5456668066420253390</id><published>2008-12-25T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:20:21.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Day 2</title><content type='html'>Woke up and wanted to look for breakfast. There wasnt any 'gathering' for breakfast. It was sitll free and easy. We decided to just go downstairs to have a look. We walk past the Lobby cafe and Mandy was attracted to the food. There was porridge and prata and other more Asians food. We settled on prata. The prata served was a single piece with 2 types of curry and we ordered an extra teh terik to go with it. My gosh, we paid RM11 for it and i din find it worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were planning to leave, saw mum and godma walking past and we chased after them. They were planning to have Merybrown for breakfast. Decided to just follow them and there and then, we met Uncle Jerome and the twins. They had their breakfast at MeryBrown as well and was waiting for Joanne who had spilled the porridge on herself and have gone back to the room to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, Mandy and I went around ourselves prior meeting the rest for lunch. Mandy bought herself a rainbow colored scarf and we went in to Ripley's Believe it or not museum-like. It showcase all the unbelievable stuff around the world. Some using illusion and some were hard to believe facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had lunch at Ah Yee Abalone restaurant and had dimsum for lunch. Uncle Joe as usual ordered the food for both tables and the serving was very slow. Once the food was here, it was always served at the kids table and i made a comment to Uncle Joe. Guess due to the slow service, Uncle Joe ordered in additional, noodles and rice for all. In less than an hour after i've made my remark, all the dim sum came and i really regreted my comment. There were literally 20 plates of dimsum and boy, i swear not to have dimsum for the entire week after im back in SG. Imagine stuffing my stomach with nothing but lots n lots of dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we are done with lunch, we had to tabao a lot of food back as there really is too many!!! Mandy and i went off first to the KTV place to sing first while waiting for the uncles and aunties to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing for a few songs, the rest of the ktv gang came and the uncles and aunties were asking me to dedicate the songs for them. Uncle john gave me lots of hokkien songs to dedicate but i simply couldnt understand it in hokkien and hence shouted for a translator. Auntie Lay tried to help but the list of songs were rather limited. I sorta played DJ that night, trying to insert the songs in such a way that all took turns to sing their songs. The twins could only sing ANgela Chang's song and not much of the others. Thought they should have a wider list of songs but i guess, expectations were way too high. In the end, Jan and Jo sang prolly 2 songs only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne din want to sing and just stoned and sulked in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point when i wanted to call for the bill, there was a mis-calculation of the number of heads and i made the waiter/waitress walk in and out to correct the bill. They had a wrong number of heads and hence, resulted to the extra order of the drinks. I refused to pay as firstly, i've told the counter that i've only 13 pax, i've always ask the waiter to check the number of drinks left prior we order. Hence, i shouldnt be paying for the extra drinks and tidbits ordered. All in all, it took them almost an hour to settle the bill to something satisfactory prior my consent to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the ktv, we took a little walk around Genting to take pics and return to the room to wait for time to meet for dinner. In the end, we gathered at Uncle Joe's room to munch at the leftovers of the lunch as there were simply too much left and they din want to waste the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to catch a movie later with Mandy but there wasnt much show left to watch nor tickets left. Aunty kelly wanted to catch a movie on the OSIM chair but without avail. In the end, i decided to go Casino with mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eye opening as i've not been to Genting's Casino. Mum taught me how to play and my luck was quite good at one of the machine, winning free featured games. Mandy was bored, as shown on her face. Hence after walking round to observe the table games and moving between different jackpot machines, Mandy and I was out within the hour. We decided to go catch a coffee at Starbucks and Cheesecake for supper. Was even crazy enough to ask Mandy to pose for 5 consecutive photos at Starbucks. By 10+, was tired and went back to the room to watch the Fa Yi show in Cantonese. Prior to snoozing, we put on a mask and knocked out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/GentingDay2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUso0dPevnE/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/LQ-DXzY_GOA/s160-c/GentingDay2.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/GentingDay2?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Genting Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5456668066420253390?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5456668066420253390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5456668066420253390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5456668066420253390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5456668066420253390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/genting-day-2.html' title='Genting Day 2'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUso0dPevnE/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/LQ-DXzY_GOA/s72-c/GentingDay2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2369219823442397092</id><published>2008-12-24T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:22:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New task</title><content type='html'>My 'manager' has given me a task to perfect this song. SHe likes it and think i can have a good rendition if i practise enough...Ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZqc905ub2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZqc905ub2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2369219823442397092?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2369219823442397092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2369219823442397092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2369219823442397092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2369219823442397092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-task.html' title='New task'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-140902767917742945</id><published>2008-12-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:12:29.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This gal is good.....yes, she is a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4U-ckl9BxCA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4U-ckl9BxCA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-140902767917742945?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/140902767917742945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=140902767917742945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/140902767917742945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/140902767917742945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-gal-is-goodyes-she-is-girl.html' title='This gal is good.....yes, she is a girl'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6306209906164414427</id><published>2008-12-22T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:51:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好心疼我姐姐</title><content type='html'>was msning her and reading her blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here she was, swearing here and there, complaining to me, explaining to me what she is going through, how she wanted comfort from Meng but with his mum suffering from slight anxiety depression, she doesnt seem to be on the priority. She is heavily pregnant, 7months if im not wrong, does not have enough sleep as chun was crying in the middle of the night for 2 weeks, still has to work though not enough sleep, sick of the food at home, the way the food is cooked, the plates the food is placed on, not being able to have her way of things though the house is hers, everything just seems to irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i read her blog, especially since this pregnancy, from the initial decision struggle, to her hormonal change, her swearing, her discomfort, her lack of sleep and everything and anything, she dun seem to be getting enough support or things being smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has probably cried a lot this pregnancy. Me too. I cry with her. In different locations. She at home/work, me, in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will be smoother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6306209906164414427?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6306209906164414427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6306209906164414427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6306209906164414427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6306209906164414427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='好心疼我姐姐'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3761223817238627233</id><published>2008-12-22T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:18:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a Pig.....</title><content type='html'>had taken soo much food for the 2 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, after a 2 hr badminton session with mx, yin nee and the rest, we went Alexandra Village to eat Zicha. Had 2 bowl of rice, fish head, fresh beans, fried you tiao, Marmite Chicken and a drink. After that we decided to go Bukit Merah Central. After shopping at NTUC, MX wanted to eat dessert. We went to McDonalds. I was like greedy. And in the end, added an ice cream cone, shared nuggets and french fries with the gang. By the time i stood up, i felt like vomitting. My tummy was full, hands were full and bag was full (and heavy! i had 2 textbook in it). I should kill myself for being greedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during lunch, went to Tiong Bahru Market with Pris and MP. Had chicken rice, shared chwee kueh and had a bowl of almond longan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna grow fat if i eat like this everyday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3761223817238627233?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3761223817238627233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3761223817238627233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3761223817238627233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3761223817238627233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-pig.html' title='I feel like a Pig.....'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-960221047901411896</id><published>2008-12-19T09:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:42:24.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting and KL trip with Lee family - Day 1 (updated)</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a 5 days 4 nights trip from Genting Highlands and KL with my entire family including all my uncles and aunties from mum's side. There were 27 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement for the trip was vague. No detailed itinerary. We just know that we are supposed to leave on 14Dec and back on 18th. Hmm...Uncle James and Uncle Jerome seems to be the main organisers of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were 2 pick up points on 14th morning. Toa Payoh and Teck Whye. Being lazy, i choose to go Tech Whye cos the pickup time is later. Allowed me more time to snooze...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i step into uncle Joe's house, there were many pull trolley luggages. Wow! Are they gonna buy the entire Msia, i thought.....and of cos, the twins and Joanne made their presence felt by speaking loudly the moment i step into the house. Not a word of greeting, but lots of noise. I guess, the word is excited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs once the bus arrived. All were excited. I was kind of. Or rather, not too sure what to expect of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, Godma sat with Aunt Lucy. That was shocking to me. There were arguments between them and that irritate Godma enough to skip sunday session for sometime. But they seem ok on the whole journey on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were sitted at the back and being noisy. Joanne was very impatient at the queue of the custom. She din understand why it take soo long to reach the custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big crowd at the immigration. Lots of people and it din help that the place for queuing was limited. Very limited. Took us almost 1+ hour to clear immigration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Genting. We took lunch at Yong Peng. Stuff are rather expensive. The last i remembered, food wasnt that expensive. Hmm.....on the journey to Genting, it was drizzling. At some parts of the highway, there were traffic jams. Saw a couple of cars parked at the side of the highway due to accident. No death though. God bless. Along the way, the tour guide was discussing about how much to give him lah, on the mic somemore. Weird guide. Maybe i've not been on a tour since pri sch days but i dun remember any guide discussin his pay with us on the mic....Anyway, he explained that in Msia, a tour guide is required on every tour bus excluding the bus driver. Otherwise, the bus driver can be fined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reach Genting, it was 6+ and due to rain, it was cold! We waited long to do a check in and while waiting, Mandy and i were snapping photos away. Self declared official photographers for the trip. Msg MX to complain that it is cold as she advised otherwise. We were planning the rooming and as there were 11 rooms allocated, i decided to manually write the rooming list for each room. Enrolled Mandy and one of the twins to help with the task. There were complaints about the rooming from the twins and some, so we had to shuffle here and there to ensure it looks ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were allocated rooms on the same level. Had advised all to meet at the lobby for dinner. Mandy and i were famished. Hence went to scout and walk around for food. It was Mandy and my first trip to Genting as adults. Barely had memories of the place other than past photos. Mandy and i settled for cup corn and went back to meet the rest. The moment Joanne came down, she was complaining lots about the room. According to her standard, it was pathetic. Soo much from a kid. My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to settle dinner at one of the cafe that had space for the entire group of us. It was self service but queuing to buy my food, i realised that i need to pay for service charge of 10pct. I was taken aback as everything was self service. Where was the service provided? Realised from Pam that it was kinda like GST in SG. Sigh. The meal wasnt cheap as well. A wanton mee and a drink cost me RM17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Mandy and i wandered off ourselves. We walked around a bit but wasnt interested in shopping there. Mandy is going to bangkok the following day when we are back in SG and i just came back not long from bangkok, so we werent in the mood for shopping. We just went around to have a look at the place and came upon the cineplex. Decided to catch a show as the tix were soo much cheaper. A normal tix is RM11, an osim seat was RM15 and Premium was RM16. We decided on the Osim seat as it was cheap and we could have a massage throughout the show. Y not. Then decided to make a reservation for the KTV room for tomorrow's session. It was meant to be a quiet session with Mandy and myself but Pam msg me that uncles and aunties were interested. Went to Starbucks to buy a coffee while scouting for the KTV to make a reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the bus terminal to look for Genting hotel and while descended on the escalator, there was a security guard that signal to Mandy. As though he noe her. When we walked to him, he started to speak to Mandy in Malay. Haha. It was a case of mistaken identity. Mandy was asking me if she looked like one.....with her dark complexion, not surprising though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were directed back to the First World Plaza to Genting Hotel. Met Uncle Joe, Aunt Su Juan and Aunt Yvonne along the way. They were a little amazed on us not knowing where Genting Hotel is. Haha. 2 blur sotongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Genting Hotel and made a reservation for 15. Then at the arcade, we decided to take a neoprint. The other day, prior to the trip, i happened to find a neoprint, Mandy and i taken sometime back and i was telling her we should take one again....haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had problems finding a cheap machine as all were stated as RM30. It is expensive to me. In Singapore, it prolly cost SGD8 and i have already deemed it as expensive. We were guided on how to take the photos as all instructions were in Japanese. By the time we were done, it was almost time for the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being mountain tortoise in Genting, we were amazed by the Osim chair concept. The Osim Chairs were sitted at the front of the cinema. As the Osim chair enables reclining, we were able to watch the show "The day the earth stood still" in Comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the show is done, we went back to the room to rest. Tired sia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/GentingDay1?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUsNhQNEWtE/AAAAAAAAJxs/wTcFHxKYqL0/s160-c/GentingDay1.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/GentingDay1?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Genting Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-960221047901411896?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/960221047901411896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=960221047901411896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/960221047901411896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/960221047901411896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/genting-and-kl-trip-with-lee-family-day.html' title='Genting and KL trip with Lee family - Day 1 (updated)'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUsNhQNEWtE/AAAAAAAAJxs/wTcFHxKYqL0/s72-c/GentingDay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3037614720408952509</id><published>2008-12-13T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:53:47.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindy Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>Well, i was asked to teach a connections class for Lindy Camp. I decided to get Kalai's help as the rest of the seniors were not around. Prior the camp, i had comments like "Steady leh, i wouldnt take such a difficult class to teach." I was skeptical. Wondered if i made the right choice. But since i've agreed, i'll just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Linda's bb full month but as the event was at 12pm at Yew Tee and i needed to reach NTU at 1pm, decided not to rush myself. In the end, as i was out late, decided to take a cab. Meiling was going with me. And as i was waiting for her as well, took a little more time. But when i reached src, i was on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, wat appears before me was an empty src, no people, no calls to inform me if people are late, if there is a change of venue. I was starting to boil inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, i accompanied FF to Lindy Camp as well. We climb the hill to Nanyang House to only realised that there was a change of venue and we were NOT informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, i called Kalai who is still on the way in a cab, She Fong who is not in school yet but she says the group is having lunch at canteen 2. I was really boiling inside then. Once i finished the call, i was complaining all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, don't they know we are gonna be there at 1pm? If there was a delay, should they have the courtesy to call and advise that they will be late? Nowadays, my tolerance for such behaviour has come to a minimum and it gets soo irritating. I dun mind spending time, BUT, time can be spent more useful. When people take an effort to make their way to school and teach, cant we be more responsible and advise people if they gonna be late or watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling told me to dun be soo angry and if i really find it a waste of time, i can choose to do other things and not join them. Sigh, she just dun get it. When we were walking to Can 2, wat i see and feel irritates me more. There were only 5 ppl. Five. I din mind the small group but shouldnt being a small group makes things easier? I realised they had pilates in the morning as i asked why do they looked soo tired. They were eating their lunch at a slow speed and there wasnt any apologies lor. It was as though i should noe that they are at can 2 and it is ok that they are late. Pengz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalai and She Fong arrived later and took a full lunch. Kalai decided on a full lunch after the juniors were still slowly munching away. Sigh, by the time we are done, it was 1.30pm. Half an hour away from stated time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started class with 4 juniors and 1 lead. RH came back slightly later and we could continue. The class, in my definition was ok. I gave my comments on how their lindy turn looked like. Especially the follows. And shared my idea of where we should give the leads the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my class ended, Kalai and Rei Hao taught them Charleston Stroll. The juniors were kinda lost and i helped to go through each and every steps in a drill. Opps, sort of overwrite the instructors.....opps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was dinner time in Can A. We mingle around and tok nonsense. By then, i decided to leave at 8+ to go home and pack my bag for the trip to Msia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;1. The camp was slacked&lt;br /&gt;2. I din feel that it was well planned&lt;br /&gt;3. Bad attendance&lt;br /&gt;4. I appreciate if they could have informed earlier that they will be late. I wouldnt be soo angry.&lt;br /&gt;5. I was ok to take a cab cos i was late. But not when i rush and they slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if i will be there the following year. No idea. I should still go. Just that i will be smarter and sms them before i reach to time check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3037614720408952509?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3037614720408952509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3037614720408952509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3037614720408952509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3037614720408952509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/lindy-camp-2008.html' title='Lindy Camp 2008'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-9126805571062450897</id><published>2008-12-12T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:17:57.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Decor Competition in SG office</title><content type='html'>Some are really nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winning piece is the snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/XmasDecorCompetitionInSGOffice#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUIddSbvesE/AAAAAAAAJoI/NzzXRTrMXFg/s160-c/XmasDecorCompetitionInSGOffice.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/XmasDecorCompetitionInSGOffice#" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Xmas Decor Competition in SG office&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-9126805571062450897?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9126805571062450897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=9126805571062450897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9126805571062450897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/9126805571062450897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-decor-competition-in-sg-office.html' title='Xmas Decor Competition in SG office'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUIddSbvesE/AAAAAAAAJoI/NzzXRTrMXFg/s72-c/XmasDecorCompetitionInSGOffice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2168762328602809751</id><published>2008-12-11T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:39:55.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelvin's wedding 24Nov08</title><content type='html'>went to the wrong hotel.....i swear that i heard Kelvin mentioned M but no....it was at MM. I had to carry my laptop in my dress and walk across. Boy am i glad that its in the same location.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was ok, generally. Just that the person who played the video used the wrong program on my laptop to play the montage. So the video started with no sound, then overlap sound. But it wasnt the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was busy drinking red wine at the table. With lifen's bf, everyone.....he was happy. But drinking too much. He literally finish each cup at a go. Well the service wasnt that fantastic but i was ok with it. Dad wasnt pleased that it took long to refill his cup of wine. He complain to the manager and keep talking to the manager, then the waiter. I din want the hotel to keep refilling his cup the minute it is not full. But dad doesnt like his cup not refilled. I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to tok non sensical...I was irritated. I dun want him to be drunk and i had to bring him home. The logic is, im sorta alone with dad cos though sis and bro in law were there, they had to take care of my two nieces and literally had to carry them all the way. I went over to 'calm' him and tok to him. We change his drink to plain water as we feel he really had enough. I try to tok to him and he was mumbling in a non sensical speech. I suddenly had this thought of fear. If he will one day fall sick and need constant attention, im gonna be really alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he wanted to go to the gents. And simply did not want ANY support. He walked and fell. People start to look at us. No one helped me. I was alone and was trying to signal to my cousins to come and help. My bro in law saw me with my dad, came to help with han han in his hands. How to help with my niece in his hands? wat if han han is injured accidentally or wat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my cousins came. We literally follow dad to the toilet. My cousins went in. I waited outside. By then, i started to cry. I dun wan him to make a scene. I dun wan to have to 'carry' him home. Y cant he just know his limits and watch his drinking habit? How many times must this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, i couldnt control myself and sneak into the ladies to cry. Suddenly lifen came in to look for me. Pass me my bag and laptop and mentioned sis had called a taxi. We got into the cab but i was still tearing. Irritated and hate the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted the cab to stop us at our block first, dad insist that he stop before and just shove the taxi driver some money, and alighted. I was in my heels, nice dress, teary eyes, with  my laptop, supporting him back....mum came down and i shove her my laptop. Dad was scolding away. His self pity self took over him again....ARGH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he fell when he step out of the lift. Luckily, he was alright. Left him on his bed and change his top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, i was totally exhausted. Din eat the dessert, din have enough rest from the wedding prior, totally disgusted with his behaviour, in conclusion, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and mum din understand why i am soo affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple words, i will be left to take care of them if anything happen. Cos sis is married. There is only soo much she can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2168762328602809751?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2168762328602809751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2168762328602809751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2168762328602809751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2168762328602809751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/kelvins-wedding-24nov08.html' title='Kelvin&apos;s wedding 24Nov08'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-416260821390471106</id><published>2008-12-11T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:39:26.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monchichi.....my new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUC1hN5dIuI/AAAAAAAAJlo/MiZz6RGE0Ks/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418345549177570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUC1hN5dIuI/AAAAAAAAJlo/MiZz6RGE0Ks/s320/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BC bought this for me.....cute hor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-416260821390471106?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/416260821390471106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=416260821390471106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/416260821390471106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/416260821390471106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/monchichimy-new-toy.html' title='Monchichi.....my new toy'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SUC1hN5dIuI/AAAAAAAAJlo/MiZz6RGE0Ks/s72-c/Image137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6324585176980032420</id><published>2008-12-11T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:01:29.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A KTV session</title><content type='html'>went to KTV session with sec sch fren YW. When MX and HX know that he has invited me only, a new topic or gossip starts. I find it weird too but dismiss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that he feels uneasy with too many people at ktv but y me? haha....that was the gossip topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pointers from today's ktv session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think he is tone deaf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cos he likes to sing with the original singer and yet still sing flat or sharp without realising it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cos he din realise that he had accidentally press the sharp or flat key and that the song has changed pitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He orders an alcoholic drink - reason being he seldom drink outside and orders a bourbon coke and could not pronounce the word bourbon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sings the same song twice, Jacky Cheung's Qing Shu twice, Guang Liang's Tong Hua twice as he likes the song and couldnt find other song to sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His fav singer is Emil Chau and Jacky Cheung cos he keeps singing their songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ban him from singing woman's key. He din realise he couldnt reach the notes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He enjoys music as he will shake to the music. But at his own beat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes to sing but no chance to really go ktv cos his frens are all engrosses with books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, i enjoyed the singing. Cos i get to sing a lot. But....i hope to meet more guys that can sing well! At least, not go off key.....or at least must noe they off key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6324585176980032420?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6324585176980032420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6324585176980032420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6324585176980032420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6324585176980032420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/ktv-session.html' title='A KTV session'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7505009702960600475</id><published>2008-12-03T11:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:23:40.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Choon's Wedding 23Nov08</title><content type='html'>Well, another wedding that i've participate. But this time round, major involvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start, i was asked to help to do the photo montage for them as a backup. I agreed, as a favour, then realised when i receive the photos, that i had to do 2! So having left like 2 weeks prior the wedding, i had to rush out. Told Choon that i will just do a simple one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first montage was the dating photos. They have also gotten another friend to do an animation on how they met and got together. There were a lot of uncertainties like, how are we joining these 2 works together, how we gonna start and how it looks like when it ends, time duration for the entire animation and all, i was almost going crazy. Then it din help when the bride had comments on the first photo montage that i did. It was hard work. Wrong song usage, not enough photos, too many types of transitions....with the pathetic speed of my pc did not help either. So i re-do the entire one. I 'feedback' to choon. Had to. Told him i just wana let him noe about the feedback....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i did the second one, i cooled down a lot...so had more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the preparations, i was like the advisor. Not sure why but they literally asked my comments for everything. A lot of questions marks in my head when i see numerous sms sent to me. Though i was a little puzzled and irritated, i replied all. I know its their first and with them being soo messy, i just try to help as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested having a briefing. But seems like none of the other bros and sis have attended before and find this session like rather serious affair. Well.....i've attended lots with such sessions so, i guess, not sure if i made a good suggestion. Anyway, it was a chance to know the 'important' people working together on the actual day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day, it really was rushing here and there with no rest time at all in between. In my past experiences as sisters or brothers, i would always have a rest time in between the day and dinner but as we had lots of specific timing to adhere to, and to do outdoor photo shoots, rest was like a miracle. It never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were lots of drama on the actual day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sisters had to use strength to hold the gate as the bros cheated. Did not follow simple rules to go downstairs to do the stuff that they were told to. Totally no image.....we NEED and MUST QC the video and photo taken prior public viewing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister's angbao is lesser than the cost of the roasted pig......money is hard to earn these days.....no image plus no money....sigh....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HX wore her new shoe and due to lots of walking, she wasnt that willing to walk much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SM become vulgar.....due to the constant postponement of going Macdonalds for a drink...she went NBCB...haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SM super dun like FC.....dun understand y.....she really DUN LIKE him....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choon teared when he thank BRenda's parents and we captured in on photo! He is soo emotional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The photographer super stylo.....was holding 2 SLR and taking photos together at a same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The videographer seem nuah....he was nuahing with us while we were taking outdoor shots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We brothers and sisters were nuahing during the outdoor shot except for Diana and FC. Tot that wasnt good....but....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were supposed to have 5 brothers and 5 sisters. But 1 of the brother turn up with his gf and literally, they were engrossed in their own world, totally ignorant of anything happening. Sticky woman. Boo....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;William combined a wrong version of my montage to his animation. Luckily i checked. He had to re-burn the disc. Took him soo long to do it....he reach hotel at 7+&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choon was totally stressed at the restaurant. He wanted to call off the dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HX was nervous about being emcee. Couldnt eat much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to wait almost 10mins at west coast mc for order taking and food collection. The mc staff was dreaming. I sms my fren aka general manager to complain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HX fillet was not prepared properly. Went to change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was pouring cats and dogs while we were on the way to restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last minute addition to the emcee script.....some restaurant gimmicks/segment......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couldnt remember the timing of the walkin march.....Brenda had wanted specific timing to march in. Couldnt remember and had to make last min changes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The blue evening gown with purple flower head-dress is very salah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had to follow Brenda to hold her skirt for her.....din eat much.....but lots of exposure...haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GMSS gathering....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MX was pro with the parents....shi nai sha shou....haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally ended at 11+.....home sweet home....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martin din send HX and MX to their block's carpark. Kana scolded by Mavis....not a gentlemen definitely....and Mavis, no give face to Martin.....sigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was glad when all went well and it was finally over. Have to prepare for Kelvin's wedding the next day....emcee and montage job for me again.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some photos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 194px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/TingChoonSWedding#"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SS7LxhrorsE/AAAAAAAAJdk/rmityUNkRGc/s160-c/TingChoonSWedding.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/TingChoonSWedding#"&gt;Ting Choon's Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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23Nov08'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SS7LxhrorsE/AAAAAAAAJdk/rmityUNkRGc/s72-c/TingChoonSWedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2528335877731361351</id><published>2008-12-03T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:50:01.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos taken with Jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/JasmineFarewellParty#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/STYA_bIM8WE/AAAAAAAAJlM/anN3s7QvkeE/s160-c/JasmineFarewellParty.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Clara.Chee/JasmineFarewellParty#" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Jasmine farewell party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2528335877731361351?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2528335877731361351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2528335877731361351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2528335877731361351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2528335877731361351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-taken-with-jasmine.html' title='Photos taken with Jasmine'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/STYA_bIM8WE/AAAAAAAAJlM/anN3s7QvkeE/s72-c/JasmineFarewellParty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5944061345015116588</id><published>2008-11-29T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:54:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the best</title><content type='html'>I've gotten to know Jasmine better when we were shopping together in Bangkok. She is a very "pia" gal who though very tired, legs almost giving away, but she was determined to cover 'all' the shopping destinations....salute to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a lot of comments on how they dislike to work with her...to me, i couldnt judge her that way. I only know that in Bangkok, this lady is very real. She laughs wholeheartedly, shops till she drop and urge me to go when the cockroaches are almost attacking us. I like being with people who are real. It makes me feel more at ease, comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was her last day being colleagues at HRG. She liked guys who play guitar, pianist would be better. The night before, we had a farewell drinks party at a hotel lounge. Though they wouldnt let me go Lindy, i had my fair share of fun. These bunch of girls were very fun. We sang at our seats, though i went out of pitch as i couldnt hear myself, i had fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the spur of moment, i decided to fulfil wat i promised. I brought my guitar to office. We were very on. Decided to play and sing in the staff lounge during lunch. We sang, laugh at each other, film ourselves, all while i was playing guitar. Needless to say, i really had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember today and place the memory in a part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jasmine for all the time spend together. Take care and cya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5944061345015116588?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5944061345015116588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5944061345015116588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5944061345015116588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5944061345015116588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-best.html' title='All the best'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-8720596158545234753</id><published>2008-11-18T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:35:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd attempt at Jay Chou's song. 浪漫手机</title><content type='html'>This should be a better version than Cai Hong but it sure took me a long time to get it up less pitchy, better diction and correct playing of the guitar. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9IkuTj1rnY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-8720596158545234753?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8720596158545234753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=8720596158545234753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8720596158545234753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/8720596158545234753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-2nd-attempt-at-jay-chous-song.html' title='My 2nd attempt at Jay Chou&apos;s song. 浪漫手机'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5828345330191732578</id><published>2008-11-18T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:07:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation of the unseen love</title><content type='html'>Got this from a friend. Interesting and thought invoking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it&lt;br /&gt;comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite! , his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. 'Why?' he asked, shocked. 'I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!' I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally he asked me:' What can I do to change your mind?' Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : 'Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:' I will give you your answer! tomorrow... .' My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, 'I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..' This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city ; I have to save my eyes to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have the cramps whenever your 'good friend' approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your Tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do.... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...and as I continue on reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush to pull open the door, and saw his ! anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone... That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model; it could be the dullest and boring form... Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A soul mate is the one with whom you could sit with without saying a word and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you have ever had.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5828345330191732578?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5828345330191732578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5828345330191732578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5828345330191732578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5828345330191732578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/appreciation-of-unseen-love.html' title='Appreciation of the unseen love'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-5509577865898572109</id><published>2008-11-16T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:56:39.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindy Wedding Dance</title><content type='html'>Happen to come across this video.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if i'll do this during my wedding also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZtjheiiai4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZtjheiiai4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-5509577865898572109?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5509577865898572109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=5509577865898572109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5509577865898572109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/5509577865898572109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/lindy-wedding-dance.html' title='Lindy Wedding Dance'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-4418113044230146831</id><published>2008-11-13T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:43:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My attempt on the guitar and singing Jay Chou's Cai Hong</title><content type='html'>Well, some of my frens/colleagues say nice, some mentioned that they cant hear wat im singing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rap was a bit off but i had fun doing it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood was there to attempt such things at the wee hours of the night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="420" FLASHVARS="first_video_id=turtlecmy:video:9&amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;is_owned=1&amp;security=J6N0R55UZr3lakDIRFjVnw" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-4418113044230146831?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4418113044230146831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=4418113044230146831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4418113044230146831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/4418113044230146831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-attempt-on-guitar-and-singing-jay.html' title='My attempt on the guitar and singing Jay Chou&apos;s Cai Hong'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6018507439739823573</id><published>2008-11-11T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:45:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coffin</title><content type='html'>It was hard to get someone to watch it with me. Actually its not. Just that i did not ask the person i think will go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the turtles din want to go, nor the J&amp;amp;J team. Count sis out, and im left with the option of colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this option was challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much difficulty, finally could gather 4 to go, inclusive of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie trailer proved to be interesting, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, i was like, hmmm not too bad for a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yor have not watch the storyline, the movie was about a ritual that was held in Bangkok. It was believed that one could prolong their life or ward off the bad luck by lying in a coffin and going through the ritual. Karen Mok and Ananda (think that's his name) each had a reason for doing that. Karen was a hongkonger who ran away from her preparations of her wedding as she discovered she had cancer. Ananda had a girlfriend that was in a coma for sometime. For Karen, she wanted to cure herself of her cancer cells. Ananda prayed for her gf's recovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both got what they hoped for. But it wasnt free. Karen's hubby to be died in an accident and 'came' to haunt her. She wasnt sure wat happen and why did he haunt her. Ananda's gf woke up from her coma but both of them were haunted by a lady with an infant.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They soon realised that the miracle that happened come with a price. The 'bad' luck could never be dispersed but it will only be transfered. Transfered to their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie highlighted about how we should not disturbed the flow of events. Things that were meant to happen HAS to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a nice show. Not as scary as we've thought. Only at some points. A sudden scare but not a lasting one....Catch it if you can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6018507439739823573?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6018507439739823573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6018507439739823573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6018507439739823573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6018507439739823573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffin.html' title='The Coffin'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-2998015228363926220</id><published>2008-11-11T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:41:07.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful fingers</title><content type='html'>when i read this nickname on his msn, a thought flashed over me. To me, being someone who is learning guitar, i have this feeling that he is learning it. So i ask, "Why painful?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bingo, i guessed it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im fortunate that someone is learning guitar for me, but i wonder how long one can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i do not know or wouldnt want to think of what it will lead to, i hope he enjoys it as much as i do. The fun of singing and playing the song together....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-2998015228363926220?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2998015228363926220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=2998015228363926220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2998015228363926220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/2998015228363926220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/painful-fingers.html' title='Painful fingers'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-6670927305905727840</id><published>2008-11-11T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:36:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelby's last day of work</title><content type='html'>Today's is her last day of work. Having been working with her for 5 years, she has proved her leadership and show her concern/humanity to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her last day of work/resignation was announced, lots of eyes were raised. Lots of questions from the colleagues. She has afterall, been in the company for 7+ years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fortune to know her, personally and as a colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the reasons she chose to leave, i acknowledge them and support her decision. It is afterall, never a good thing to remain stagnant in a company, be angry about the things that are happening and are not happening. There are a lot of things in life that we have no control and yet we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can't change ourselves to suit the environment, change the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One just need courage and a clear mind to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye woman....see you around....and fly higher in your next endeavour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-6670927305905727840?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6670927305905727840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=6670927305905727840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6670927305905727840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/6670927305905727840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/shelbys-last-day-of-work.html' title='Shelby&apos;s last day of work'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-7021984943363644566</id><published>2008-11-10T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:46:40.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monchichi!</title><content type='html'>Hehe, was out for a movie when i passed by a shop in SG which sells Mon Chi Chi. Boy am i pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy it next month or maybe January.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo cute !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SRfmqmyP_UI/AAAAAAAAJQM/wDd-8OZMRVE/s1600-h/Image122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266931908873289026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SRfmqmyP_UI/AAAAAAAAJQM/wDd-8OZMRVE/s320/Image122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SRfmq8nIfjI/AAAAAAAAJQU/ngSiGtSRfUs/s1600-h/DSCN1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-7021984943363644566?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7021984943363644566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=7021984943363644566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7021984943363644566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/7021984943363644566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/monchichi.html' title='Monchichi!'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/SRfmqmyP_UI/AAAAAAAAJQM/wDd-8OZMRVE/s72-c/Image122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097756.post-3098170184340764016</id><published>2008-11-01T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:41:24.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice cheesecake</title><content type='html'>Have always heard of how Hilton's Hotel's Cheesecake is famous....had a chance to buy a slice of Hibiscus Cheesecake from their Checkers Deli....its Sedap, Yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rich yet not 'sick' of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do try it if you are a cheesecake lover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost about SGD7.90 per slice for takeaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097756-3098170184340764016?l=ccmycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3098170184340764016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097756&amp;postID=3098170184340764016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3098170184340764016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097756/posts/default/3098170184340764016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccmycorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/nice-cheesecake.html' title='Nice cheesecake'/><author><name>bloggercc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784921351025561618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AVo1Q-UiNF0/R3otfNOiVpI/AAAAAAAABCQ/S54czgGs_aQ/S220/CIMG1766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
