<?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-9216843922779850999</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:13:00.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a B Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Wallyballylomographic's Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7912415604155747513</id><published>2009-12-28T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:00:36.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SzeuuGmudWI/AAAAAAAAArI/-a8h614-8NA/s1600-h/180px-Lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419992783633937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SzeuuGmudWI/AAAAAAAAArI/-a8h614-8NA/s400/180px-Lemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Lemon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7912415604155747513?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7912415604155747513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7912415604155747513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7912415604155747513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7912415604155747513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-lemon.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SzeuuGmudWI/AAAAAAAAArI/-a8h614-8NA/s72-c/180px-Lemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-6951083272333573014</id><published>2009-07-16T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:53:15.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do something by doing nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/Sl8TAqk6WwI/AAAAAAAAArA/x54JWqs66_Y/s1600-h/rock+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359022983744215810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/Sl8TAqk6WwI/AAAAAAAAArA/x54JWqs66_Y/s400/rock+on.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can never go back to yesterday and tomorrow might never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really need to ponder so much...yet can't leave things lying undone.&lt;br /&gt;We might never know if tomorrow will be that much better, yet i do not wish to remember yesterday for all the glory days and i don't mind walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just giving myself a treat like a simple present, will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the invisible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear and understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch and feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste the plain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time to enjoy every single moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any better comes tomorrow equals bonus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-6951083272333573014?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6951083272333573014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=6951083272333573014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6951083272333573014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6951083272333573014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-something-by-doing-nothing.html' title='Do something by doing nothing'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/Sl8TAqk6WwI/AAAAAAAAArA/x54JWqs66_Y/s72-c/rock+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3606749596283099240</id><published>2009-07-12T05:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T05:18:01.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with me</title><content type='html'>It's about 5 in the morning and i'm just back home from my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say i'm sleepy but i'm not feeling energetic either. Maybe due to those little waste sheets of paper in life that you just didn't bother to tidy even if you did looked, till it became some stacks of A4 you can use for books publishing, but without the coverpage to start with nor the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody likes to be loved, and nobody hates feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do not wish to be cared for in the not-so-right kind of approach when repeated mistakes if not verified, flows like water and taste like mud. There won't be sharing if there's restiction, the video cannot be played if there's copyright even if you think you might be in the right channel, an official declared channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing everyone during work, high chances you're not getting the things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfoIF8zpVCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/YfoIF8zpVCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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/9216843922779850999-3606749596283099240?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3606749596283099240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3606749596283099240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3606749596283099240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3606749596283099240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/07/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance with me'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7221994749960978664</id><published>2009-07-02T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:54:14.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Slow Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poem&lt;br /&gt;written by a teenager with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to see how many&lt;br /&gt;people get her poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;Hospital .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sent&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THE POEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;watched kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to&lt;br /&gt;the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a&lt;br /&gt;butterfly ' s erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading&lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don ' t dance so&lt;br /&gt;fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won ' t&lt;br /&gt;last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the&lt;br /&gt;fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the&lt;br /&gt;reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your&lt;br /&gt;bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through&lt;br /&gt;your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ' d better slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don ' t dance so&lt;br /&gt;fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won ' t&lt;br /&gt;last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ' ll do it&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not see&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a good&lt;br /&gt;friendship die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call&lt;br /&gt;and say, ' Hi '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ' d better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don ' t dance&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won ' t&lt;br /&gt;last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry&lt;br /&gt;through your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened&lt;br /&gt;gift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a&lt;br /&gt;race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL&lt;br /&gt;COUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear All: PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -&lt;br /&gt;even to those you don ' t know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon&lt;br /&gt;leave this world due to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young girl has 6 months left&lt;br /&gt;to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to&lt;br /&gt;live their life to the fullest, since she never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ' ll&lt;br /&gt;never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a&lt;br /&gt;family of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By you sending this to as many people as&lt;br /&gt;possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name&lt;br /&gt;that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name&lt;br /&gt;to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know&lt;br /&gt;that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It ' s&lt;br /&gt;not even your money, just&lt;br /&gt;your time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Shields, Professor&lt;br /&gt;Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology&lt;br /&gt;1300 Morris Park Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Bronx , New York&lt;br /&gt;10461&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7221994749960978664?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7221994749960978664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7221994749960978664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7221994749960978664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7221994749960978664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/07/slow-dance-this-is-poem-written-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7811984377427779654</id><published>2009-07-01T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:58:46.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS** Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SkpSMr_6VnI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zWp2nB21emQ/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SkpSMr_6VnI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zWp2nB21emQ/s400/Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181485005952626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty great for the past 2 days except for some hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only when i notice others then would i understand I'm living better.&lt;br /&gt;Often, we tends to grumble about what life brought for us.Only us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab back home, while on the long journey back. Looking at the open piece of land back then, with some current ongoing constructing of buildings on the exact same spot.Hey... that's profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes and changes are changing rapidly. 24 hours non-stop even if you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;That applies to what comes onto our path. It might be a pebble for us to brush aside, a slippery cement floor we tripped or maybe start thinking we're just glad we can walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Thomas was sharing with me about his life.He's 45 and going strong, and the economic downturn didn't impact him much. It's how much you gave and not how much you want in returns, if you calculate that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not bothered about how much losses he made that single day, he calculates for the entire month. With a family to feed, for children's tuition, for father allowances. With about 4k coming in per month, the process is tough he admits yet most of the motivation he gets that keep him going is his family. Nothing can compare to your child greeting you when you reaches home after a long day on the road. He shall works harder every time. He lives a lavish lifestyle and he doesn't regret spending that much too, started a business and failed as well. He doesn't blame or curse, neither does he swear that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will come, will come",he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to another driver this morning while on the way to work, he was worrying about his son. Heading to xxx country to continue his MBA in banking. You need to show that you have 70k in your account, and he mentioned currently they are facing issues on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty late for work today, was physically and emotionally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps a medical certificate can just save me so much more, keep me safe and i might even rest home for that day or two. Yet I'm glad i didn't do though i had that thought pouring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two days of information sharing was so fun and i just love the interaction among people, sharing of information and just pure communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i started the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7811984377427779654?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7811984377427779654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7811984377427779654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7811984377427779654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7811984377427779654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/07/ps-inspiration.html' title='PS** Inspiration'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SkpSMr_6VnI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zWp2nB21emQ/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2988108923176913342</id><published>2009-06-21T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:58:40.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Used Car Colors vs Personality&lt;br /&gt;like car with the color : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car color owner love peace, calm and cool life. They are the person that satified easily with everything in their life. Their weakness of put things easily make their life a bit of a pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2988108923176913342?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2988108923176913342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2988108923176913342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2988108923176913342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2988108923176913342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/06/used-car-colors-vs-personality-like-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-156136992240573478</id><published>2009-06-21T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:54:15.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You were born on 29th of December 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;:: Pioneer&lt;br /&gt;:: Naturally born as a curious and like to take risk; Enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;:: Love variety, hate being shackle.&lt;br /&gt;:: World is school for them.&lt;br /&gt;:: Pay attention on every opportunity for them to learn something for every experience they been through.&lt;br /&gt;:: need to observe thing precisely before conclusion being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous people that share your personalities : Chorlotte Bront, Jessica Walter, Vincent Van Gogh, Bette Midler, Helen Keller, Mark Hamil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-156136992240573478?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/156136992240573478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=156136992240573478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/156136992240573478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/156136992240573478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-were-born-on-29th-of-december-1980.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4398900298902286176</id><published>2009-06-21T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:24:10.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on your mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Dad, every day will be Father's day. Love you, Your son(Sun).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago · Comment · Like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4398900298902286176?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4398900298902286176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4398900298902286176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4398900298902286176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4398900298902286176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-on-your-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on your mind?'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3772853511769103695</id><published>2009-06-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:59:08.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDiVevVVwG0&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/RDiVevVVwG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/9216843922779850999-3772853511769103695?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3772853511769103695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3772853511769103695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3772853511769103695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3772853511769103695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2456296465476422927</id><published>2009-05-16T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:02:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot shower as-long-as you like after a day of conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Cold shower as-long-as you like after a day of conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between both as-long-as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn the knob, you control the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;It's love at first sight, and it's essential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close your eyes and imagine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've no picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're who you are when you are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2456296465476422927?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2456296465476422927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2456296465476422927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2456296465476422927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2456296465476422927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-secrets.html' title='No secrets'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4646689500829999687</id><published>2009-05-15T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:01:10.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many time have we really complained about minor issues, getting angry over a piece of device, screaming and shouting over something that we can or may not be able to resolve in that matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos like the one below, forwarded by one can inspire many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4646689500829999687?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4646689500829999687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4646689500829999687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4646689500829999687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4646689500829999687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-many-time-have-we-really-complained.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2453946165241749215</id><published>2009-04-27T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:51:56.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seed</title><content type='html'>A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you. "The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come&gt; &gt; back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO." One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.  Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew.Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however... He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot.  But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful -- in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director  to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive Officer! His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed.  "How could he be the new CEO?" the others said. Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant hard work, you will reap success&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.. Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the young executives trying all methods?&lt;br /&gt;Are you jim to many, might seems stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Are you the wife that gives the support?&lt;br /&gt;Are you the seed in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you reading this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2453946165241749215?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2453946165241749215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2453946165241749215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2453946165241749215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2453946165241749215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/04/seed.html' title='Seed'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1741620374244952394</id><published>2009-04-20T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:04:45.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerns of fresh graduates dominate dialogue with Manpower Minister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SetZnAfodOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6eIa0UEjoGk/s1600-h/phpPKIG7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326449510978188514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SetZnAfodOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6eIa0UEjoGk/s400/phpPKIG7E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concerns of fresh graduates dominate dialogue with Manpower Minister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Hoe Yeen Nie, Channel NewsAsia  Posted: 19 April 2009 2030 hrs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SINGAPORE : The issue of how fresh graduates can cope in the current recession dominated a dialogue session between Manpower Minister Gan Kim Yong and the Labour Movement's youth wing, Young NTUC, on Sunday. As the latest batch of graduates receive their degrees later this year, many will no doubt be thinking - "What's next?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a dialogue with the Manpower Minister, the concerns of young Singaporeans were evident. One participant asked: "As a fresh grad, do I really have to accept a blue-collar job? And if so, will it affect my application for PMET position after the crisis?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Gan said: "In recruitment, we will always ask, why haven't you been working for the last one year? If the answer is well, there are no jobs available, employers will not believe (this), because there are always jobs available. "The question is, are you willing to do that job? So the employer will think, if in a crisis situation, you are willing to sit at home and do nothing for one year, not doing anything, that means you are not very flexible." Some agreed that job-seekers' attitudes needed changing. Stephan Tan, Healthcare Services Employees' Union, said: "We have been dependent on the government too much, waiting for help." With graduate employment rates set to fall this year, it is no surprise that one question raised at the dialogue was whether degree holders from private universities would have the same job prospects as those from the three public universities in Singapore. In response, Mr Gan said the government is in no position to dictate the hiring preference of companies, and it was up to each institution to market their own graduates. Separately, some union activists highlighted the dilemmas faced by middle-aged retrenched workers, who find themselves matched to jobs they do not want to do, after going for re-skilling. Isaac Lee, Amalgamated Union of Statutory Board Employees (AUSBE), said: "Some of them may be choosy, but some of them, they do need that job, they do need that income, so they are choosy about the income they are getting." Other issues in the two-hour session included tougher action against companies which hire phantom workers and raising pay scales within the early childhood sector. - CNA/ms "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/423440/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/423440/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For me, it's all about striking a balance between stuffing cash into my wallet and having the job satisfaction. You know what you're looking for, yet flexible enough to accept the current situation. Indeed, at times we are too dependent on the government to come up with solutions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The solutions sometimes comes within ourselves. I could have a higher income if i didn't change my job, but I'd love to explore more despite the lower income.If i earn lesser, spent lesser. Also in the process, i've learnt how to manage my cash better than before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my wallet is thinner, yet i'm pretty much still smiling...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1741620374244952394?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1741620374244952394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1741620374244952394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1741620374244952394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1741620374244952394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/04/concerns-of-fresh-graduates-dominate.html' title='Concerns of fresh graduates dominate dialogue with Manpower Minister'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SetZnAfodOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6eIa0UEjoGk/s72-c/phpPKIG7E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1346032595101997665</id><published>2009-04-08T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:48:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose your ingredients at the food market.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some sliced beef + fire you seen done by chef, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Campbell&lt;/span&gt; soup and that makes my dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ometimes the quality of the process is more worth smiling than the results.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all goes well with a glass of red wine(the only left).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1346032595101997665?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1346032595101997665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1346032595101997665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1346032595101997665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1346032595101997665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/04/choose-your-ingredients-at-food-market.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4304971658411982066</id><published>2009-03-11T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:45:16.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live to be a better man</title><content type='html'>It's pretty weird how things can turn out in a matter of time, on a usual day.&lt;br /&gt;My dear mum actually slipped and fell while riding her bicycle on a wet morning.&lt;br /&gt;Upon impact, she hit the handle bar and the next moment she was sent to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;She had a pair of very swollen eyes, broken nose and her cheek bones fractured due to the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some urgent leave and accompanied her. She was later transferred to another hospital for operation that took about 4 hours, to remove the fractured pieces of bones, to cut a small portion of her skull to replace those on the cheek. Once healed, we'd have to see if the operation is a success, if not, a second operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can all curse and swear, blame the weather or blame the world.&lt;br /&gt;We get nothing out of it, seriously. Oh, maybe something like getting a type A personality, higher blood pressure and sore-throat after all the cursing. I just hope my sis can stop grumbling and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are strangers we never met, just like Dr Karen Sng and the rest of her department. Yet they and the rest are those that are always there working with selfless devotion. I have not met her before, neither do i have the chance to. I hope my email to the department can convey my best wishes from the deepest of my heart, through digital format right before their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are by my side and for those who cared.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors, nurses and all others,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the deepest of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4304971658411982066?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4304971658411982066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4304971658411982066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4304971658411982066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4304971658411982066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-to-be-better-man.html' title='Live to be a better man'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2464520116827592082</id><published>2009-03-01T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:19:38.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapSxmTO8nI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TV8JX6edRz8/s1600-h/28022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308146122857837170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapSxmTO8nI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TV8JX6edRz8/s400/28022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you see,feel or react mainly depends on how you wish to capture and separate with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times, you first need to turn around it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapO9gZUlHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/5f9ZYXLIZoI/s1600-h/25022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308141929384678514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapO9gZUlHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/5f9ZYXLIZoI/s400/25022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2464520116827592082?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2464520116827592082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2464520116827592082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2464520116827592082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2464520116827592082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-you-seefeel-or-react-mainly.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapSxmTO8nI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TV8JX6edRz8/s72-c/28022009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7980481441307750756</id><published>2009-03-01T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:56:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagging along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SamIVwx_YpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rw2ve4ALB0g/s1600-h/n707782641_2312051_332360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307923543286047378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SamIVwx_YpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rw2ve4ALB0g/s400/n707782641_2312051_332360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was informed i'm actually inside holding a little black box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still do that, but with another type of box through another type of lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7980481441307750756?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7980481441307750756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7980481441307750756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7980481441307750756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7980481441307750756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagging-along.html' title='Tagging along'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SamIVwx_YpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rw2ve4ALB0g/s72-c/n707782641_2312051_332360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3549714125808940691</id><published>2009-02-23T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:55:19.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaGDPAJ7RAI/AAAAAAAAApw/wyWMwi-pL9A/s1600-h/20022009095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305666129782064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaGDPAJ7RAI/AAAAAAAAApw/wyWMwi-pL9A/s400/20022009095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*** i took this pic recently and i think it suits this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.&lt;br /&gt;One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room ' s only window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.&lt;br /&gt;Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind ' s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;Days, weeks and months passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.&lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can' t buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3549714125808940691?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3549714125808940691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3549714125808940691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3549714125808940691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3549714125808940691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/shared-grief-is-half-sorrow-but.html' title='Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaGDPAJ7RAI/AAAAAAAAApw/wyWMwi-pL9A/s72-c/20022009095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8158735947728532913</id><published>2009-02-23T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:45:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw the film once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaF-Gxlc0hI/AAAAAAAAApg/N-43QNUHFAg/s1600-h/Hands_ondiamonds_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305660490873885202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaF-Gxlc0hI/AAAAAAAAApg/N-43QNUHFAg/s400/Hands_ondiamonds_350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Diamonds_(TV_show"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Diamonds_(TV_show&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very difficult to say where those diamonds on display around us often came from. Usually it will be more of the Cs, Cut,carat,color,clarity and...i think i forgot. It's more about how much, which brand and wow factor for couples because diamonds are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds shouldn't be merge with all these, sadly for some history do speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History can remain painful for some that went through and learning path for others.&lt;br /&gt;After watching the film, the video gives clearer picture and understanding,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes brighter than a diamond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8158735947728532913?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8158735947728532913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8158735947728532913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8158735947728532913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8158735947728532913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw-film-once-again.html' title='I saw the film once again'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaF-Gxlc0hI/AAAAAAAAApg/N-43QNUHFAg/s72-c/Hands_ondiamonds_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-62399705689252549</id><published>2009-02-17T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:49:06.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a clock in the world you can stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a clock in the world you can stop&lt;br /&gt;The time on your hand&lt;br /&gt;And once you're ready to move on&lt;br /&gt;Double-check the date and time setting&lt;br /&gt;You better be running after that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author~Wayne Yung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-62399705689252549?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/62399705689252549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=62399705689252549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/62399705689252549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/62399705689252549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-clock-in-world-you-can-stop.html' title='There&apos;s a clock in the world you can stop'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-5575558381248177665</id><published>2009-02-17T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:13:32.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a heart, a heart at any one point of time in many views&lt;br /&gt;Might be going at triple speed than you can imagine just like being in a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stands tall in their own unique stance yet even the strongest might fall&lt;br /&gt;The mask above the tears i watch days gone by&lt;br /&gt;I've see close friends of mine tumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;I fell along the way as well&lt;br /&gt;Some stood up and move on hoping no one saw&lt;br /&gt;Some stay on the ground and curse like hell&lt;br /&gt;Some gave a good laugh and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'd be standing tall still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has some pride&lt;br /&gt;little or none if you try to hide&lt;br /&gt;From the little things you shared&lt;br /&gt;To the little things i kept for many of my friends&lt;br /&gt;Life gets stronger and extends well like a tree holding it's roots right beneath the soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime i just need to roam around other people to find my own happiness&lt;br /&gt;Because i once did compare&lt;br /&gt;Compare to those that has nothing left to share&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i read blog posts by others&lt;br /&gt;Serve as a kind reminder&lt;br /&gt;on how we should treat our life better than to let it rot over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comb the room for dust and error&lt;br /&gt;why not view it as a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Once the dust are settled&lt;br /&gt;Task and Task makes more sense and command crisp clear and better&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring work home&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring don't bring but don't mind some emails&lt;br /&gt;It's a good clear of line in life for us to strike a balance&lt;br /&gt;which i didn't back then when i thought i knew how to enjoy my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes management skill takes 3 years of experiences to figure&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes of speech might require that precious 3 nights of working late ot&lt;br /&gt;Pluck you curse and swear and we know the history with a little bit learning&lt;br /&gt;All the kings and queens with all that little known history&lt;br /&gt;It's my blog so please don't mind the language,&lt;br /&gt;Below in mix&lt;br /&gt;English and Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"快乐并不是我们可遇不可求的东西，快乐完全取决于你自己的意念。比如你手头有一堆如山的公务，你可以想象成这是你最喜欢的事，压力减轻，情绪高涨自然效率倍增，怨声载道只能让事情向相反方向发展。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;成功学专家卡耐基说，能接受最坏的情况就能在心理上让你发挥新的能力。人生低潮时你可以转念一想：我都到了低潮了还能坏到哪里去？按发展逻辑，低处就是向高处回转之时，这样的心境一定会很鼓舞士气。这决不是阿Q的精神胜利法，而是事情已经糟糕了，不开心也于事无补，不如转换思路，尽量找乐，为自己打气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尊重自己生活的行为方式，做你真正想做的事，做想做的人，才会达到快乐自在的人生状态，如燕子一样轻盈飞行。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was copied from one of my friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I might not understand the every bit or how to pronounce certain words.&lt;br /&gt;But the true meanings are what makes it completely interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't party hard these days because i find it getting boring, more of like creating excel files and word docs planning for my daily budgets and not to overspend unnecessarily, between the entire duration and hopefully just in time for this coming July for the 14th intake with the first installment, if it goes well at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is a very uncertain year, bad climate with all the global warming, bad economy. On the papers, on the screen or over the air. I was thinking to myself, if we can change the world overnight and if i think i can't, i go to bed. Throwing back the starfish back to the ocean from the shore doesn't save the planet immediately, yet making that little effort does make a difference. Still remember the good old story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will be a good year after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year where i need to spend real quality time with my family, enjoying my work and not to mentione doing what i do best but always almost not complete, my studies, some light hobbies and others that might come along the path.&lt;br /&gt;With just some proper time-management looking at the pages, it's very possible.&lt;br /&gt;It will be quite hectic but just seriously worth doing in a can-do-it approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the history to library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-5575558381248177665?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5575558381248177665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=5575558381248177665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5575558381248177665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5575558381248177665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009.html' title='My 2009'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3338666202400796254</id><published>2009-02-16T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:52:16.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men at work: Land down under</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNT7uZf7lew&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/DNT7uZf7lew&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;Classic. Pure sweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3338666202400796254?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3338666202400796254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3338666202400796254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3338666202400796254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3338666202400796254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-at-work-land-down-under.html' title='Men at work: Land down under'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1365928675997464477</id><published>2009-02-16T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:37:20.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if your student did this on a test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhR95zfXuI/AAAAAAAAApY/BQst5N6l3Cs/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhR95zfXuI/AAAAAAAAApY/BQst5N6l3Cs/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303078685159415522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhRhshwGxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/85EynP5vRnc/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhRhshwGxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/85EynP5vRnc/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303078200559016722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure looks funny right now.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit i did drew some drawings during my school days back then, creating fonts or drawing on textbooks. Fond memories...wicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1365928675997464477?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1365928675997464477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1365928675997464477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1365928675997464477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1365928675997464477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if-your-student-did-this-on-test.html' title='What if your student did this on a test'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhR95zfXuI/AAAAAAAAApY/BQst5N6l3Cs/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-6226283505890469915</id><published>2009-02-16T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:13:24.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting mail</title><content type='html'>I WANT MY LIFE WITH U TO BE GLORIOUS EVERY DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and &lt;br /&gt;said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. &lt;br /&gt;Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know &lt;br /&gt;what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, &lt;br /&gt;why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away &lt;br /&gt;the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we &lt;br /&gt;didn't &lt;br /&gt;talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what &lt;br /&gt;had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory &lt;br /&gt;answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't love her anymore, I just pitied her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated &lt;br /&gt;that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. &lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent &lt;br /&gt;ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for &lt;br /&gt;her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I &lt;br /&gt;had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front &lt;br /&gt;of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually &lt;br /&gt;a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several &lt;br /&gt;weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something &lt;br /&gt;at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell &lt;br /&gt;asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. &lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did &lt;br /&gt;not care so I turned over and was asleep again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want &lt;br /&gt;anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She &lt;br /&gt;requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a &lt;br /&gt;life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a &lt;br /&gt;months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to &lt;br /&gt;recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of &lt;br /&gt;our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going &lt;br /&gt;crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her &lt;br /&gt;odd request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and &lt;br /&gt;thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to &lt;br /&gt;face the divorce, she said scornfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was &lt;br /&gt;explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we &lt;br /&gt;both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy &lt;br /&gt;in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. &gt;From the bedroom to &lt;br /&gt;the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in &lt;br /&gt;my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about &lt;br /&gt;the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside &lt;br /&gt;the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the &lt;br /&gt;office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my &lt;br /&gt;chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I &lt;br /&gt;hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she &lt;br /&gt;was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair &lt;br /&gt;was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I &lt;br /&gt;wondered what I had done to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy &lt;br /&gt;returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to &lt;br /&gt;me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of &lt;br /&gt;intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to &lt;br /&gt;carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday work-out made &lt;br /&gt;me stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few &lt;br /&gt;dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my &lt;br /&gt;dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so &lt;br /&gt;thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her &lt;br /&gt;heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum &lt;br /&gt;out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an &lt;br /&gt;essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer &lt;br /&gt;and hugged him tightly. &lt;br /&gt;I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at &lt;br /&gt;this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, &lt;br /&gt;through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck &lt;br /&gt;softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our &lt;br /&gt;wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I &lt;br /&gt;Held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. &lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked &lt;br /&gt;intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the &lt;br /&gt;door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked &lt;br /&gt;upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not &lt;br /&gt;want the divorce anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a &lt;br /&gt;fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I &lt;br /&gt;won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I &lt;br /&gt;didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each &lt;br /&gt;other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on &lt;br /&gt;our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. &lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed &lt;br /&gt;the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my &lt;br /&gt;wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and &lt;br /&gt;wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a &lt;br /&gt;relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in &lt;br /&gt;the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive &lt;br /&gt;for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be &lt;br /&gt;your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that &lt;br /&gt;build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you &lt;br /&gt;just might save a marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Author unknown - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**It won't be here if not for Benard via mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-6226283505890469915?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6226283505890469915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=6226283505890469915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6226283505890469915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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/qSw7uwx3Mrc&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;Well, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-6495539085041989193?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6495539085041989193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=6495539085041989193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6495539085041989193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6495539085041989193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/cherish-food.html' title='Cherish food'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1369027424923188890</id><published>2009-02-13T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:36:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-LhyAVzDBI&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/y-LhyAVzDBI&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;funny video, nice song with a twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xi7mI_CHo1w&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/Xi7mI_CHo1w&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/9216843922779850999-1369027424923188890?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1369027424923188890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1369027424923188890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1369027424923188890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1369027424923188890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-video-nice-song-with-twist.html' title='Katy Perry'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4474343379365838701</id><published>2009-02-02T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:43:20.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding probably the best beer in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're maybe only the bottle maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lawyer in the court you thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only a mate beside the cell with the vertical bars inches from self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're maybe only just the bottle maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Replicable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4474343379365838701?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4474343379365838701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4474343379365838701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4474343379365838701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4474343379365838701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/02/holding-probably-best-beer-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7082858596801920142</id><published>2009-01-23T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:37:32.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering Connections and the Connections after</title><content type='html'>It's quite early for some, and it's getting late for work for some.&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing for sure, something great holding the remote watching National Geographic Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It(Info bar) says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Keck Observatory had seen further into the universe than any other telescope on Earth. Richard tells you the engineering connections behind it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, isn't that Richard from TopGear as well.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't touch the button on the remote till it ends. Pretty interesting, added some contrasts between the two shows but yet on the same line with just some twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my teacher during my Science and History lessons, i don't fancy attending the classes because it was bored, the cars outside the windows seems more interesting than requiring to make eye contact to my teacher as a form of acknowledging. Maybe i should appreciate more, then again it's still bored. I took up Geography and Arts and it didn't stop from there.&lt;br /&gt;I love Science and History.That was now because i feel parts of it, by understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now as an adult, into the working world. I can feel the effort he/she have given from that few hours to us, with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Never teach small children, unless you're prepared to have their understanding years after graduation. At least that's how i feel, as a student that thinks like a child.&lt;br /&gt;Or a child that thinks like an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7082858596801920142?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7082858596801920142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7082858596801920142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7082858596801920142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7082858596801920142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/engineering-connections-and-connections.html' title='Engineering Connections and the Connections after'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3077628068568997799</id><published>2009-01-21T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:07:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End day thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaches home, the work doesn't stop at the shutter most doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;They seems to be taking the tour bus together&lt;br /&gt;They didn't tell me when they are coming&lt;br /&gt;They might be from the same country&lt;br /&gt;Taking the same lift sharing the space within&lt;br /&gt;Till they get so angry when they are told they need to pay&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know anything&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just doesn't wish to take in&lt;br /&gt;The line where you're stuck in between standing&lt;br /&gt;Most think it's easy piece&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know till they do it&lt;br /&gt;Don't snap your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever do it, you're working just like me&lt;br /&gt;reaches home, the work doesn't stop at the shutter most doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy as long as there's trainings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3077628068568997799?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3077628068568997799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3077628068568997799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3077628068568997799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3077628068568997799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-day-thoughts.html' title='End day thoughts'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7209424749542221986</id><published>2009-01-20T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:37:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and colleagues were having a small debate on which is better.&lt;br /&gt;Which generation of Nissan Skyline, the Godzilla(GTR) or the latest edition.&lt;br /&gt;I did a little brief research between the two monsters, then again data might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better than checking Youtube on the web, and reviews by TopGear.&lt;br /&gt;You might have seen it on the streets often, at least in my case.&lt;br /&gt;If you are driving one of the beast, you might need to stop around every ten seconds at the traffic light when it turns red in Singapore, or maybe at the zebra crossing or perhaps during peak hours when traffic isn't that smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway that's pure entertainment to ease the desire for commoner like me.&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/zqBBL7WYWIs&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/zqBBL7WYWIs&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/9216843922779850999-7209424749542221986?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7209424749542221986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7209424749542221986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7209424749542221986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7209424749542221986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-colleagues-were-having-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3593710806318253093</id><published>2009-01-19T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:39:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 times happier</title><content type='html'>So i think i had 4 hours of rest and some training tomorrow.Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo,Piao,Christin,Crayen and me. The super 5 had some drinks by the beach, accompanied by music and laughter before Christine leaves for Shanghai tomorrow for some match-making appointment.Okay I'm kidding, it's for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need improvement for self and others&lt;br /&gt;1) Never wrap some clothes over your eyes when you're talking about the possibilities in technology, just that you haven't seen it doesn't mean it's not already around or available soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Never snap your fingers when you request assistance, it's offensive. And try not to continue snapping your fingers if you're ignored. Snap louder next time maybe i might hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't add(act)dumb or smart. If you don't know, admit and don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept me happy&lt;br /&gt;1) Happy smiles, handshakes and all the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;2) New haircut new approach.&lt;br /&gt;3) Learning new things every day, minimum one per day.Thks lun and piao&lt;br /&gt;4) Music, coffee($1.45 just by showing your face without privilege card) or beer, and the bread as well, thank sl.&lt;br /&gt;5) Mocha waving her tail when you open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is interesting**!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3593710806318253093?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3593710806318253093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3593710806318253093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3593710806318253093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3593710806318253093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-times-happier.html' title='3 times happier'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-5111319612333285791</id><published>2009-01-18T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:37:14.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3G</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLIOg21yv60&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/wLIOg21yv60&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/9216843922779850999-5111319612333285791?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5111319612333285791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=5111319612333285791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5111319612333285791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5111319612333285791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/3g.html' title='3G'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2537458198476634096</id><published>2009-01-17T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:11:18.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get list</title><content type='html'>My laptop is getting slower, much likely compared to my responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i just need to clear the current area and get a sofa bed instead, by creating some space for a punching bag, i can save on the gloves anyway. Now that the schedule doesn't really work hand-in-hand for that weekend row and run, i can't find the sun. You just don't feel like putting on your shoes for a run, a p-b shall do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get tuned, sway to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2537458198476634096?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2537458198476634096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2537458198476634096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2537458198476634096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2537458198476634096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-list.html' title='Get list'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7895508974479371168</id><published>2009-01-14T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:24:54.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She...who looks at the Sun, now with shadows behind</title><content type='html'>I saw your email, I feel my old friend I've lost for a while.&lt;br /&gt;The same i did when I cancelled my previous account for restart but maybe i wasn't that good into communicating well with a professional from another field back then as compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad you're back.&lt;br /&gt;So much stronger and feeling how beautiful life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Goofus...You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7895508974479371168?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7895508974479371168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7895508974479371168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7895508974479371168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7895508974479371168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-your-email-i-saw-my-old-friend.html' title='She...who looks at the Sun, now with shadows behind'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8197644937419539703</id><published>2009-01-13T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:56:48.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cough that doesn't wish to go away, doesn't make my day worse</title><content type='html'>The cough that doesn't wish to go away, doesn't really affect my day.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who am i lying to.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when you are coughing uncontrollably all day in your workplace.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite nice to wake up knowing that i'll learn something new today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i woke up about 6 plus in the morning and locked the doors at 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;For certain feeding of information, it will be best to gather some data beforehand. Then again, decision can change without you knowing, just like what it happen this morning with my sis(separated in short).Things are never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about foot jobs, indeed i had quite a walk in the morning with my lappy and jac.&lt;br /&gt;The area is so beautiful, beautiful if you consider the same piece of land you're stepping on and not across the ocean to another part of the shore. The roar in split seconds as you keep on walking, there comes another and usually in primary colours. The colors for that shape and tone surrounds me more often than my friends would have encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm glad despite reaching my destination slightly later, my speed-reading on some of the pages taught actually helps and managed to secure full marks for the test, not that my memory can last me very long to absorb everything. To some the marks might not mean much, it means a lot to me because it represents my mentors, those that took care of me because they believe, which i never forget. Kinda built right into my personality, stubborn fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i reaches home near 10 in the evening and my dinner about 11, I'm heading for the pillows.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn fellow is tired tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8197644937419539703?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8197644937419539703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8197644937419539703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8197644937419539703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8197644937419539703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/cough-that-doesnt-wish-to-go-away.html' title='The cough that doesn&apos;t wish to go away, doesn&apos;t make my day worse'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8529198592714930096</id><published>2009-01-12T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:02:06.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was watching "Man vs Wild (S2)" on Discovery channel,  by Bear Gylls. Great show for recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little quiz on the official site.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've got for summary. 6 out of 7 right in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've done a Bear proud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, one wrong decision equals zero conclusion in that extreme condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love watching it, it seems to brought me back to basics. The necessities in life, a need not want.&lt;br /&gt;I will fight with my life, just to secure that remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really gives you that urge to go back to nature, then again for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure my cough first, sleep now have to do some foot jobs and work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8529198592714930096?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8529198592714930096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8529198592714930096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8529198592714930096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8529198592714930096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-watching-man-vs-wild-s2-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4582700882843017680</id><published>2009-01-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:29:33.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cough&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a sudden noisy expulsion of air from the lungs that clears the air passages; a common symptom of upper respiratory infection or bronchitis or pneumonia or tuberculosis&lt;br /&gt;verb&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;exhale abruptly, as when one has a chest cold or congestion; "The smoker coughs all day"&lt;br /&gt;WordNet® 3.0, © 2006 by Princeton University.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4582700882843017680?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4582700882843017680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4582700882843017680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4582700882843017680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4582700882843017680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/cough-noun-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2803967388780121015</id><published>2009-01-12T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:24:04.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SWqbNTDwtrI/AAAAAAAAApA/pABtNjSYTDE/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290211365056722610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SWqbNTDwtrI/AAAAAAAAApA/pABtNjSYTDE/s400/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United is Strength.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength gives what you want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2803967388780121015?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2803967388780121015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2803967388780121015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2803967388780121015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2803967388780121015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/united-is-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SWqbNTDwtrI/AAAAAAAAApA/pABtNjSYTDE/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8688441474811497269</id><published>2009-01-12T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:46:58.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101009 Saturday</title><content type='html'>Gang of us went over to Ana's house for her belated birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I just love the food,love the food so much, guess i had three rounds in total for the night...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the free flow of beer and the 70% plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ana!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a wonderful celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful night, we had lotsa fun.Great. I miss the food now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8688441474811497269?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8688441474811497269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8688441474811497269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8688441474811497269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8688441474811497269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/101009-saturday.html' title='101009 Saturday'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-5293424080355221994</id><published>2009-01-09T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:59:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little pack month by month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SWZMec4uptI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JH4K7CRx8sg/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288998898427143890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SWZMec4uptI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JH4K7CRx8sg/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; month by month in that little pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cross striked when that is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-5293424080355221994?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5293424080355221994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=5293424080355221994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5293424080355221994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5293424080355221994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-pack-month-by-month.html' title='little pack month by month'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SWZMec4uptI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JH4K7CRx8sg/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1669056137158853727</id><published>2009-01-07T03:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:33:56.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is fun</title><content type='html'>Had some drinks with the buddies, am now at crayen's house having supper.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand a empty stomach, mouth is just for food...nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;That explain the reason why i can go out late at night when I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i just got to reach work together with crayen at this late hour. Mutual alarms. hahs...&lt;br /&gt;The harder you work, the more you should enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;That is to justify the amount of effort you've inserted into your daily encounters.&lt;br /&gt;All about striking the balances in life, don't you(strangers from another part of the globe) agrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fun.&lt;br /&gt;It only depends on you and me.&lt;br /&gt;To you out there, if we only believes.&lt;br /&gt;Strive harder, i need to...like a sponge...to absorb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1669056137158853727?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1669056137158853727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1669056137158853727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1669056137158853727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1669056137158853727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-fun.html' title='Life is fun'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1301910414291976189</id><published>2009-01-06T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:15:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Wayne, enter your puk pls.</title><content type='html'>Was doing nothing last night, so decided to test out the security features on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I locked my simcard instead, and have to drop by my service centre to have it reset. Suck blood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly the more i go, and it won't stop me from playing with it. It's near my workplace and i can reset it anytime, plus i get to learn more things when i do it myself rather than viewing from an angle or pure listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's more like my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more difficult, the more i need(not want) to conquer it(obstacles). Learning from a different point-of-view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backups are important. I'm glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; copies... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1301910414291976189?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1301910414291976189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1301910414291976189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1301910414291976189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1301910414291976189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-wayne-enter-your-puk-pls.html' title='Mr Wayne, enter your puk pls.'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7317206340015008197</id><published>2009-01-04T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:20:07.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOROPI or KEROPPI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-eNO5MEeI/AAAAAAAAAow/yXIMIHidP60/s1600-h/SNC00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287118437729702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-eNO5MEeI/AAAAAAAAAow/yXIMIHidP60/s320/SNC00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-cTbFCQfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zrMBSyzYP3Y/s1600-h/SNC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116345056575986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-cTbFCQfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zrMBSyzYP3Y/s320/SNC00175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It all started with the lucky dip for Christmas. See the name behind the marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-cNpZmvQI/AAAAAAAAAog/dnsXHOc5Ghk/s1600-h/SNC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116245821734146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-cNpZmvQI/AAAAAAAAAog/dnsXHOc5Ghk/s320/SNC00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After some researches on what is that frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-cCtsgZpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZDFGui0BRp0/s1600-h/SNC00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116057996191378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-cCtsgZpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZDFGui0BRp0/s320/SNC00177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Added some digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-b0iQSihI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ooB716Q4P4Y/s1600-h/SNC00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287115814406883858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-b0iQSihI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ooB716Q4P4Y/s320/SNC00176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7317206340015008197?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7317206340015008197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7317206340015008197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7317206340015008197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7317206340015008197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/koropi-or-keroppi.html' title='KOROPI or KEROPPI'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-eNO5MEeI/AAAAAAAAAow/yXIMIHidP60/s72-c/SNC00174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1019996128276530420</id><published>2009-01-04T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:07:44.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Take, Don't Through, Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-MgvwXTyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_2ho6q9Eomc/s1600-h/30122008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287098981759274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-MgvwXTyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_2ho6q9Eomc/s320/30122008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The board inside my lift while undergoing renovation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's silly to most, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fun to laugh at,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My neighbour was laughing at this to his son with correction requested,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this is courtesy in it's simple form with no barrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stranger's son spelled it as th....roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1019996128276530420?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1019996128276530420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1019996128276530420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1019996128276530420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1019996128276530420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-take-dont-through-thank-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Take, Don&apos;t Through, Thank You'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SV-MgvwXTyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_2ho6q9Eomc/s72-c/30122008(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8713025821582489037</id><published>2009-01-01T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:02:06.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008~2009</title><content type='html'>A brand new year, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suresh back in town after completion of his studies, so we had a gathering at Brewerkz. The tunnel towards Clark Quay was packed with vehicles trying to squeeze through every bit of space and human traffic never seems so happening around the entire year, at that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the buddies are either committed to their partners or families for the countdown, we had lesser crowd this year.&lt;br /&gt;Not that the fun went down any bit at all. =)&lt;br /&gt;We have one of the loudest table around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brewerkz Name List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Anand &amp;amp; Unitha,&lt;br /&gt;2)DJC &amp;amp; Jolene,&lt;br /&gt;3)Yuyuan&lt;br /&gt;4)Wayne &amp;amp; Wayne&lt;br /&gt;5)Terence&lt;br /&gt;6)Suresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Rest are somewhere out there, still doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fed the liver with nice stuff @ Brewerkz. i started talking to strangers, vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**As I'm typing away, i think it's time to head out later for some beer with good music. Getting thirsty i wonder why.High chance due to the music I'm playing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our countdown by the river at Clark Quay before we head down to dbl o for more rounds. I can't feel the air con in the area, packed like sardines. O bar was so much better, until someone spills my drinks. It was great nevertheless with all the secrets disappearing on this first day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008 with hopes and dreams, Love you 2009 with actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally left for home about 5 plus in the morning after some food and walking with no cabs in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up Suresh for some lunch at WestPlaza before we head down to Giant,Century Square,Tampines Mall before joining his family for some nice dinner at Elias Mall. Oooo the place i used to work in before military days with uncle. Bicycles of all kinds, for any means...my everyday joy dealing with bicycles. That was when the area was just developing and it's a good business, more importantly fun and understanding you, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day with S trying out the famous coffee and bread outlet, trying out all the clothing, comparing shoes and just walking around. Had lotsa fun playing at the racing machines at the arcade trying the cars you can only own with a token or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the bet on the last race by some fraction,I'll own you one cup of coffee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of my annual leave, shall make full use of it. Everyday of it 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8713025821582489037?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8713025821582489037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8713025821582489037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8713025821582489037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8713025821582489037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2009/01/typing.html' title='2008~2009'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8954592171123137419</id><published>2008-12-31T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:43:36.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm coming</title><content type='html'>It's free flow of beer for tomorrow from 6pm onwards all the way till 2009 and beyond. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8954592171123137419?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8954592171123137419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8954592171123137419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8954592171123137419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8954592171123137419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-coming.html' title='i&apos;m coming'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-5477548059621388725</id><published>2008-12-29T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:00:16.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started on the 27th to 28th morning =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:30PM---Looking at the crowds at Clark Quay while waiting for kim, some are leaving home and some just got started. Decided to walk over to support Kenneth at Helipad. Great choice made. I love the place and the music you played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15AM or so---Hopped towards Dxo to join gang(Double pearl &amp;amp; weina) for some more partying. I found my old skool friend, Vincent among the gang. What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00AM i guess--- Headed down to E-Hub K-Box for birthday celebration for Piao. He was waiting for us to cut the cake together, sorry for the waiting and that is so sweet for a guy don't you agree? Usually guys behaves slightly more gentle towards ladies, not here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piao, to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Happy Always,&lt;br /&gt;Brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**To Fran who's birthday falls on this date as well. Happy Birthday Buddy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**To both of you, your presents are coming right soon. It's in preparation, guys are always more clumpsy. Alright, shall not drag the rest...I'm more clumpsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am---K-Box shuts down for the day, we headed towards Boat Quay for more rounds. Alvin headed down and meet us there for a happier session. =) Throughout the session, guess i didn't touch any glasses cause I know I'm tipsy, tipsy is just getting the right amount having lotsa fun than getting drunk.  Double Pearl,150,Lam,Alvin,Cray0n,Piao and Kim, hope you enjoyed the night as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am---We left home for the day. Another day. It was such a wonderful gathering with you guys and gals. Dare and True to everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are happy people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you HP. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-5477548059621388725?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5477548059621388725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=5477548059621388725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5477548059621388725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5477548059621388725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/reserved.html' title='It all started on the 27th to 28th morning =)'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7585836265473729417</id><published>2008-12-27T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:30:17.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's a really nice setup jace_e_soloist!!&lt;br /&gt;New Year eve, i'm all yours buddy!&lt;br /&gt;Let's party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's ROM is coming tomorrow at 4 seasons, and i should be waking up at about 4 in the morning to head down to the fish port to get some fresh stuff for tomorrow's party with welson and gang. Wonder how i'll turn up fishy on his reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't describe how i feel when i won't be working till next year!!&lt;br /&gt;I still love my job, just that it requires a lot of technical stuff and customer relationship matters.All these indicates double concentration, even after work. All the absorbing of knowledge till wee hours drains a lot of energies.  So perhaps my alarm is working, but not my brain when it's time to head off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scope of field often transport my brain cells as far as 36,000 km from earth to just about few cm in length comparison. Just Love it. Hope that i'm able to manage my time wisely for studies this coming 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll leave my inbox open for any discussion, jam my mail box i've the time! weeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7585836265473729417?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7585836265473729417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7585836265473729417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7585836265473729417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7585836265473729417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-really-nice-setup-jaceesoloist.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3664630957330176256</id><published>2008-12-24T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:41:39.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SVEgUUS6m9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/YsWCaf4CtnE/s1600-h/fhouse.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283039371299822546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SVEgUUS6m9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/YsWCaf4CtnE/s400/fhouse.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This is Keroppi . NOT FROG PORRIDGE! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a christmas lucky dip, with drawing of a dying frog which reminds me of my porridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One,two,three,four,five and six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 legs makes 2 good pots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After looking through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEs...something wrong with the drawing on the slip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This is Keroppi . NOT FROG PORRIDGE! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It becomes normal frog.Let's see if i can find the drawing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toad....soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3664630957330176256?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3664630957330176256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3664630957330176256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;第 1名 獅子座 2,001 票 28% 第 7名 牡羊座 529 票 7%第 2名 天秤座 746 票 10% 第 8名 水瓶座 342 票 4%第 3名 雙魚座 652 票 9% 第 9名 金牛座 293 票 4%第 4名 雙子座 595 票 8% 第10名 巨蟹座 278 票 3%第 5名 天蠍座 568 票 8% 第11名 魔羯座 249 票 3%第 6名 射手座 564 票 8% 第12名 處女座 198 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q 3：哪個星座的女生最難追？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 處女座 2,329 票 23% 第 7名 金牛座 720 票 7%第 2名 天蠍座 1,426 票 14% 第 8名 射手座 566 票 5%第 3名 魔羯座 862 票 8% 第 9名 天秤座 509 票 5%第 4名 雙子座 807 票 8% 第10名 巨蟹座 452 票 4%第 5名 水瓶座 780 票 7% 第11名 牡羊座 399 票 3%第 6名 獅子座 768 票 7% 第12名 雙魚座 398 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q 4：哪個星座的人神經最大條？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 射手座 1,109 票 22% 第 7名 水瓶座 332 票 6%第 2名 牡羊座 680 票 13% 第 8名 魔羯座 305 票 6%第 3名 獅子座 464 票 9% 第 9名 天秤座 278 票 5%第 4名 雙魚座 436 票 8% 第10名 處女座 257 票 5%第 5名 金牛座 402 票 8% 第11名 巨蟹座 219 票 4%第 6名 雙子座 338 票 6% 第12名 天蠍座 191 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q 5：哪個星座的人說話最毒？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天蠍座 2,693 票 27% 第 7名 水瓶座 650 票 6%第 2名 雙子座 1,121 票 11% 第 8名 牡羊座 637 票 6%第 3名 處女座 1,031 票 10% 第 9名 天秤座 457 票 4%第 4名 射手座 848 票 8% 第10名 金牛座 408 票 4%第 5名 獅子座 704 票 7% 第11名 雙魚座 357 票 3%第 6名 魔羯座 674 票 6% 第12名 巨蟹座 354 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q 6：什麼星座的人最不喜歡受拘束？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 射手座 1,864 票 24% 第 7名 天蠍座 371 票 4%第 2名 水瓶座 1,720 票 22% 第 8名 巨蟹座 358 票 4%第 3名 雙子座 811 票 10% 第 9名 雙魚座 301 票 4%第 4名 獅子座 516 票 6% 第10名 處女座 214 票 2%第 5名 天秤座 495 票 6% 第11名 魔羯座 211 票 2%第 6名 牡羊座 475 票 6% 第12名 金牛座 163 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q 7：什麼星座的人最專情？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 魔羯座 2,366 票 27% 第 7名 水瓶座 407 票 4%第 2名 處女座 1,059 票 12% 第 8名 雙魚座 393 票 4%第 3名 天蠍座 932 票 10% 第 9名 牡羊座 376 票 4%第 4名 金牛座 929 票 10% 第10名 射手座 374 票 4%第 5名 巨蟹座 772 票 8% 第11名 天秤座 359 票 4%第 6名 獅子座 436 票 4% 第12名 雙子座 329 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q 8：哪個星座的人最懶惰？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 射手座 682 票 16% 第 7名 雙子座 296 票 7%第 2名 金牛座 620 票 15% 第 8名 牡羊座 261 票 6%第 3名 雙魚座 428 票 10% 第 9名 天蠍座 222 票 5%第 4名 天秤座 343 票 8% 第10名 巨蟹座 221 票 5%第 5名 獅子座 316 票 7% 第11名 魔羯座 201 票 4%第 6名 水瓶座 314 票 7% 第12名 處女座 191 票 4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q 9：哪個星座的人最癡情？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 獅子座 1,771 票 17% 第 7名 牡羊座 669 票 6%第 2名 雙魚座 1,481 票 15% 第 8名 處女座 604 票 6%第 3名 巨蟹座 1,091 票 11% 第 9名 水瓶座 437 票 4%第 4名 魔羯座 1,023 票 10% 第10名 射手座 427 票 4%第 5名 天蠍座 1,017 票 10% 第11名 天秤座 284 票 2%第 6名 金牛座 791 票 8% 第12名 雙子座 259 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q10：哪個星座的人最愛吃醋？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 獅子座 1,704 票 29% 第 7名 魔羯座 246 票 4%第 2名 天蠍座 1,373 票 23% 第 8名 牡羊座 220 票 3%第 3名 處女座 439 票 7% 第 9名 雙子座 189 票 3%第 4名 巨蟹座 438 票 7% 第10名 水瓶座 182 票 3%第 5名 金牛座 371 票 6% 第11名 天秤座 181 票 3%第 6名 雙魚座 302 票 5% 第12名 射手座 171 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q11：哪個星座的人最獨立？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天蠍座 607 票 14% 第 7名 處女座 269 票 6%第 2名 魔羯座 605 票 14% 第 8名 雙子座 261 票 6%第 3名 水瓶座 534 票 12% 第 9名 金牛座 236 票 5%第 4名 獅子座 528 票 12% 第10名 天秤座 186 票 4%第 5名 射手座 495 票 11% 第11名 巨蟹座 133 票 3%第 6名 牡羊座 308 票 7% 第12名 雙魚座 115 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q12：哪個星座的人最愛睡？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天秤座 884 票 12% 第 7名 射手座 528 票 7%第 2名 雙魚座 799 票 11% 第 8名 水瓶座 479 票 6%第 3名 雙子座 759 票 10% 第 9名 處女座 452 票 6%第 4名 金牛座 747 票 10% 第10名 天蠍座 422 票 5%第 5名 巨蟹座 600 票 8% 第11名 魔羯座 415 票 5%第 6名 獅子座 550 票 7% 第12名 牡羊座 399 票 5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q13：哪個星座的人最易犯桃花？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 射手座 2,069 票 18% 第 7名 獅子座 588 票 5%第 2名 水瓶座 1,696 票 14% 第 8名 牡羊座 491 票 4%第 3名 天秤座 1,445 票 12% 第 9名 魔羯座 404 票 3%第 4名 雙子座 1,437 票 12% 第10名 金牛座 366 票 3%第 5名 雙魚座 1,365 票 11% 第11名 處女座 366 票 3%第 6名 天蠍座 925 票 8% 第12名 巨蟹座 342 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q14：哪個星座的人最沒有安全感？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 雙魚座 1,080 票 15% 第 7名 天秤座 519 票 7%第 2名 雙子座 932 票 13% 第 8名 水瓶座 429 票 6%第 3名 巨蟹座 793 票 11% 第 9名 金牛座 376 票 5%第 4名 射手座 722 票 10% 第10名 魔羯座 339 票 4%第 5名 處女座 598 票 8% 第11名 獅子座 318 票 4%第 6名 天蠍座 542 票 7% 第12名 牡羊座 281 票 4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q15：哪個星座的人得失心最重？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天蠍座 827 票 16% 第 7名 雙魚座 300 票 6%第 2名 獅子座 760 票 15% 第 8名 水瓶座 298 票 6%第 3名 處女座 665 票 13% 第 9名 牡羊座 282 票 5%第 4名 魔羯座 440 票 8% 第10名 天秤座 275 票 5%第 5名 巨蟹座 329 票 6% 第11名 射手座 241 票 4%第 6名 金牛座 319 票 6% 第12名 雙子座 219 票 4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q16：哪個星座的人最幽默？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 雙子座 1,122 票 18% 第 7名 獅子座 372 票 6%第 2名 射手座 1,072 票 17% 第 8名 天蠍座 336 票 5%第 3名 水瓶座 624 票 10% 第 9名 雙魚座 305 票 4%第 4名 巨蟹座 596 票 9% 第10名 魔羯座 217 票 3%第 5名 牡羊座 585 票 9% 第11名 處女座 204 票 3%第 6名 天秤座 562 票 9% 第12名 金牛座 189 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q17：哪個星座的人最不容易說出內心的話？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天蠍座 1,037 票 19% 第7名 金牛座 353 票 6%第 2名 水瓶座 757 票 14% 第 8名 雙魚座 264 票 5%第 3名 魔羯座 594 票 11% 第 9名 天秤座 259 票 4%第 4名 處女座 434 票 8% 第10名 射手座 258 票 4%第 5名 巨蟹座 426 票 8% 第11名 獅子座 247 票 4%第 6名 雙子座 404 票 7% 第12名 牡羊座 171 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q18：哪個星座的人最愛腳踏兩條船？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 雙子座 1,204 票 21% 第 7名 獅子座 302 票 5%第 2名 水瓶座 1,000 票 17% 第 8名 天蠍座 290 票 5%第 3名 射手座 828 票 14% 第 9名 牡羊座 188 票 3%第 4名 天秤座 499 票 8% 第10名 巨蟹座 143 票 2%第 5名 雙魚座 499 票 8% 第11名 魔羯座 143 票 2%第 6名 處女座 491 票 8% 第12名 金牛座 134 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q19：哪個星座的人最夠朋友？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天蠍座 1,908 票 22% 第 7名 天秤座 486 票 5%第 2名 巨蟹座 1,058 票 12% 第 8名 雙子座 410 票 4%第 3名 獅子座 852 票 10% 第 9名 金牛座 374 票 4%第 4名 射手座 803 票 9% 第10名 魔羯座 370 票 4%第 5名 水瓶座 790 票 9% 第11名 雙魚座 349 票 4%第 6名 牡羊座 585 票 7% 第12名 處女座 327 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q20：哪個星座的男生最被動？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 金牛座 918 票 15% 第 7名 水瓶座 412 票 6%第 2名 魔羯座 770 票 13% 第 8名 天蠍座 406 票 6%第 3名 處女座 766 票 12% 第 9名 射手座 330 票 5%第 4名 巨蟹座 663 票 11% 第10名 獅子座 246 票 4%第 5名 天秤座 481 票 8% 第11名 牡羊座 233 票 3%第 6名 雙魚座 481 票 8% 第12名 雙子座 209 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q21：哪個星座的人最喜歡流浪？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 射手座 1,043 票 30% 第 7名 牡羊座 176 票 5%第 2名 水瓶座 607 票 17% 第 8名 魔羯座 151 票 4%第 3名 雙子座 368 票 10% 第 9名 獅子座 139 票 4%第 4名 雙魚座 240 票 7% 第10名 金牛座 113 票 3%第 5名 天蠍座 196 票 5% 第11名 巨蟹座 92 票 2%第 6名 天秤座 195 票 5% 第12名 處女座 90 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q22：哪個星座的人最重視朋友？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 水瓶座 1,279 票 15% 第 7名 天秤座 530 票 6%第 2名 處女座 1,246 票 15% 第 8名 獅子座 504 票 6%第 3名 魔羯座 1,081 票 13% 第 9名 雙子座 423 票 5%第 4名 巨蟹座 846 票 10% 第10名 金牛座 383 票 4%第 5名 射手座 665 票 8% 第11名 雙魚座 374 票 4%第 6名 天蠍座 534 票 6% 第12名 牡羊座 370 票 4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q23：哪個星座的人最不喜歡上課？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 射手座 968 票 19% 第 7名 獅子座 314 票 6%第 2名 巨蟹座 851 票 16% 第 8名 天秤座 299 票 5%第 3名 雙子座 504 票 10% 第 9名 天蠍座 286 票 5%第 4名 水瓶座 491 票 9% 第10名 金牛座 214 票 4%第 5名 雙魚座 380 票 7% 第11名 處女座 212 票 4%第 6名 牡羊座 318 票 6% 第12名 魔羯座 199 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q24：哪個星座男生最容易落淚？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 雙魚座 1,164 票 26% 第 7名 雙子座 208 票 4%第 2名 巨蟹座 689 票 15% 第 8名 金牛座 196 票 4%第 3名 處女座 674 票 15% 第 9名 射手座 190 票 4%第 4名 天蠍座 269 票 6% 第10名 魔羯座 187 票 4%第 5名 天秤座 261 票 5% 第11名 牡羊座 173 票 3%第 6名 水瓶座 236 票 5% 第12名 獅子座 132 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q25：哪個星座的人最悲觀？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 處女座 750 票 17% 第 7名 天秤座 263 票 6%第 2名 雙魚座 718 票 16% 第 8名 水瓶座 185 票 4%第 3名 巨蟹座 599 票 14% 第 9名 雙子座 122 票 2%第 4名 魔羯座 568 票 13% 第10名 牡羊座 121 票 2%第 5名 天蠍座 390 票 9% 第11名 獅子座 109 票 2%第 6名 金牛座 316 票 7% 第12名 射手座 98 票 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q26：哪個星座的人最八卦？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 雙子座 783 票 20% 第 7名 處女座 251 票 6%第 2名 天秤座 500 票 12% 第 8名 雙魚座 229 票 5%第 3名 射手座 360 票 9% 第 9名 金牛座 228 票 5%第 4名 魔羯座 356 票 9% 第10名 獅子座 221 票 5%第 5名 水瓶座 276 票 7% 第11名 牡羊座 199 票 5%第 6名 天蠍座 271 票 7% 第12名 巨蟹座 184 票 4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q27：哪個星座最會表現'曖昧不明'的關係？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 雙魚座 885 票 16% 第 7名 金牛座 391 票 7%第 2名 天秤座 697 票 12% 第 8名 處女座 348 票 6%第 3名 水瓶座 608 票 11% 第 9名 巨蟹座 317 票 5%第 4名 雙子座 544 票 10% 第10名 魔羯座 270 票 4%第 5名 天蠍座 506 票 9% 第11名 牡羊座 224 票 4%第 6名 射手座 420 票 7% 第12名 獅子座 213 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q28：哪個星座的人長的最好看？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天秤座 1,417 票 22% 第 7名 獅子座 381 票 6%第 2名 天蠍座 791 票 12% 第 8名 雙子座 379 票 6%第 3名 雙魚座 554 票 8% 第 9名 金牛座 376 票 5%第 4名 水瓶座 519 票 8% 第10名 處女座 360 票 5%第 5名 射手座 469 票 7% 第11名 牡羊座 322 票 5%第 6名 巨蟹座 440 票 6% 第12名 魔羯座 308 票 4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q29：哪個星座的人最有魅力？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 天蠍座 1,331 票 17% 第 7名 魔羯座 558 票 7%第 2名 射手座 1,274 票 16% 第 8名 雙子座 472 票 6%第 3名 天秤座 903 票 11% 第 9名 獅子座 403 票 5%第 4名 牡羊座 667 票 8% 第10名 處女座 306 票 3%第 5名 雙魚座 659 票 8% 第11名 金牛座 285 票 3%第 6名 水瓶座 577 票 7% 第12名 巨蟹座 285 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q30：哪個星座的人最臭屁？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名 獅子座 2,205 票 34% 第 7名 天秤座 385 票 6%第 2名 射手座 579 票 9% 第 8名 水瓶座 307 票 4%第 3名 天蠍座 553 票 8% 第 9名 魔羯座 245 票 3%第 4名 雙魚座 543 票 8% 第10名 金牛座 244 票 3%第 5名 雙子座 496 票 7% 第11名 處女座 244 票 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q：哪個星座的人free??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第 1名: You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3717085916176209493?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3717085916176209493/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8949494338855176410</id><published>2008-12-21T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:13:02.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Nicholas is coming to town</title><content type='html'>Gene Autry, Oakley Haldeman (c) 1947&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes Santa Claus!&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus!&lt;br /&gt;Right down Santa Claus Lane!&lt;br /&gt;Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer&lt;br /&gt;are pulling on the reins.&lt;br /&gt;Bells are ringing, children singing;&lt;br /&gt;All is merry and bright.&lt;br /&gt;Hang your stockings and say your prayers,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus!&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus!&lt;br /&gt;Right down Santa Claus Lane!&lt;br /&gt;He's got a bag that is filled with toys&lt;br /&gt;for the boys and girls again.&lt;br /&gt;Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle,&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;Jump in bed, cover up your head,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8949494338855176410?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8949494338855176410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8949494338855176410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8949494338855176410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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How to go about to get things done efficiently and lastly, maintain it and not stray off the track. Have tried writing out the concept, to-do-list right to the conclusion, if followed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my paper somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When should i really be taking the time to slow down and when should i take a bigger step forward. Setting the correct boundaries and getting clear on what is acceptable and what's not. Ground rules are there for a reason to be more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my notes are within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year was the period I've submitted my resignation letter for a company i love working for. To be exact the day on my bd. 4 months of handing and taking over and overall 5 interviews before confirmation.Thank you all for the efforts and concerns. To move on than to relocate to another department or company is still not what i need, a bold move when you know your pay slip will drop quite a bit after moving from one sector to another after 6 years with good prospects and expecting the economic downturn in the private sectors.&lt;br /&gt;Then thinking about doing what you like most might change your mind, before it's conclusion time.Glad that my current scope and appointment allows me to undertake important roles, glad that my eyes are open to a wider perspective. I found love doing what i love most without getting to wake up early, caught in jams and flashing my pass to get entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i found my paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1819877264960265469?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1819877264960265469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1819877264960265469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1819877264960265469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1819877264960265469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-paper.html' title='My paper'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-590103526776286985</id><published>2008-12-18T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:41:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clear stock, clear stock for today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Personal time for personal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Just have to make room for the new year planning.&lt;br /&gt;For the room neat once again before moving to clean up rest of the area.&lt;br /&gt;Mocha just gotta wait for a while before i bring her out for a stroll, she does look bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things to do, one-by-one and the rest shall come.&lt;br /&gt;Clear stock, clear stock just for today and tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-590103526776286985?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/590103526776286985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=590103526776286985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/590103526776286985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/590103526776286985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/clear-stock-clear-stock-for-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-5292969399499717723</id><published>2008-12-16T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:10:39.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SUffYQzsRCI/AAAAAAAAAno/A66E1Snvtcg/s1600-h/daylight-savings-time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280434696036828194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SUffYQzsRCI/AAAAAAAAAno/A66E1Snvtcg/s400/daylight-savings-time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will never "find" time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Bruxton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recommend you take care of the minutes and the hours will take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earl of Chesterfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is a file that wears and makes no noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Proverb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those that make the best use of their time have none to spare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Fuller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To comprehend a man's life, it is necessary to know not merely what he does but also what he purposely leaves undone. There is a limit to the work that can be got out of a human body or a human brain, and he is a wise man who wastes no energy on pursuits for which he is not fitted; and he is till wiser who, from among the things that he can do well, chooses and resolutely follows the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Hall Gladstone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-5292969399499717723?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5292969399499717723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=5292969399499717723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5292969399499717723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5292969399499717723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-will-never-find-time-for-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SUffYQzsRCI/AAAAAAAAAno/A66E1Snvtcg/s72-c/daylight-savings-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3181325302893972058</id><published>2008-12-16T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:26:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SUaSX0bR9aI/AAAAAAAAAng/XTPCM694c3w/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280068551046198690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SUaSX0bR9aI/AAAAAAAAAng/XTPCM694c3w/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received this little picture, nice isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like where you are viewing every single moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life never feel so great if you walk looking down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3181325302893972058?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3181325302893972058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3181325302893972058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3181325302893972058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3181325302893972058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SUaSX0bR9aI/AAAAAAAAAng/XTPCM694c3w/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2452228565995580629</id><published>2008-12-16T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:08:58.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 美其实是从爱自己开始。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2452228565995580629?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2452228565995580629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2452228565995580629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2452228565995580629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2452228565995580629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4168110807305642703</id><published>2008-12-14T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:06:28.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the winter in a tropical country, an island or rather a dot that doesn't have 4 seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it because I'm running sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this is just a reminder to cherish every moment and stay happy, disturbing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, remember our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be worried about the past, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be worried about the future, you can't have it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do be&lt;/strong&gt; worried about present if you are still going to be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a present, it's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future comes when you open the ribbons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4168110807305642703?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4168110807305642703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4168110807305642703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4168110807305642703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4168110807305642703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-winter-in-tropical-country.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8414684783902608188</id><published>2008-12-14T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:36:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CST2L7</title><content type='html'>i'm glad i came for the sharing session instead of going to the doc,&lt;br /&gt;it's good and to learn what i've forgotten is just so priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need some reminders in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8414684783902608188?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8414684783902608188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8414684783902608188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8414684783902608188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8414684783902608188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/cst2l7.html' title='CST2L7'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7492824249834551652</id><published>2008-12-12T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:33:45.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is like riding a bicycle. You don't fall off unless you plan to stop peddling.-- Claude Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting sick is like riding a bicycle without brake pads.Fix the brake before moving on.--Wayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7492824249834551652?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7492824249834551652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7492824249834551652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7492824249834551652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7492824249834551652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-like-riding-bicycle.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1084470854058484104</id><published>2008-12-12T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:18:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>running nose...%#$.under consent from the king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1084470854058484104?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1084470854058484104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1084470854058484104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1084470854058484104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1084470854058484104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/running-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2430492889766914171</id><published>2008-12-07T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:44:45.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon to me show details Dec 3 (3 days ago)&lt;br /&gt;Reply&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot view this newsletter in your email, please click here, or copy this url and paste it into your browser: &lt;a href="http://www.singaporemarathon.com/en/fanzone/newsletters/newsltr"&gt;http://www.singaporemarathon.com/en/fanzone/newsletters/newsltr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race Entry Pack CollectionFinal reminder to all runners to collect your  Race Entry Pack at the Singapore Expo Convention and Exhibition Centre @ 1 Expo Drive, Hall 5 from 4 to 6 December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to bring along your Race Confirmation Slip together with your identity card/photo ID to collect your pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Used to join half-marathons and have been running for the past 2 years of 42.195km. Joining because i hate running. Knowing that you accomplished something you hate the most, nothing else is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm not running this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2430492889766914171?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2430492889766914171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2430492889766914171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2430492889766914171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2430492889766914171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/standard-chartered-singapore-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-6177932743732357150</id><published>2008-12-07T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:22:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some are here for a while before continuing their journey in life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were all strangers on the street before that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some came back once a while because they misses us. :)&lt;br /&gt;all the efforts and results came from all of them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not one can accomplish without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of you,&lt;br /&gt;my little noisy friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you left a beautiful footprint in part of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-6177932743732357150?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6177932743732357150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=6177932743732357150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6177932743732357150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6177932743732357150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-are-here-for-while-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-5481867091312268886</id><published>2008-12-04T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:33:51.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're connecting people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got a kind reminder around me that it's time for me to seriously update the blog, thanks god it's not made from metal(getting rusty...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a big break about 3months from my previous job, to embark into a new direction within my interests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much into technologies, fresh before,during and after managing of info from the local market, as for now. Indeed, which is seriously what I'm looking forward into an ever-changing environment and a new set of injection after 6 years with a government body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving forward, met some strangers in life who turns out to be good friends for many years to come.They are those who put in 100% in their scope, with little compliments given for the jobs they did well. Only those in the circles shares their success and recognition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non work-related, but happy moments after work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275880196998420770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/STexFhub2SI/AAAAAAAAAko/LWJnfcshpn8/s400/test.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-5481867091312268886?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5481867091312268886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=5481867091312268886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5481867091312268886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5481867091312268886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-connecting-people.html' title='We&apos;re connecting people'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/STexFhub2SI/AAAAAAAAAko/LWJnfcshpn8/s72-c/test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8715104685886202155</id><published>2008-11-11T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:24:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a B Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SRiYPaZkzLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/I5tkHAbmPX4/s1600-h/_Images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267127154761845938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SRiYPaZkzLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/I5tkHAbmPX4/s400/_Images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8715104685886202155?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8715104685886202155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8715104685886202155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8715104685886202155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8715104685886202155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-b-day.html' title='It&apos;s a B Day'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SRiYPaZkzLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/I5tkHAbmPX4/s72-c/_Images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3733754030622846227</id><published>2008-09-15T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:26:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Blessed Day</title><content type='html'>A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: 'I am blind, please help.' There were only a few coins in the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245913610307696466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SM06onDG91I/AAAAAAAAAZs/f7Aast2EqD8/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, 'Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245913865720551650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SM063eiR2OI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ln-NHMJxeVQ/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The man said, 'I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.'What he had written was: 'Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.'&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.&lt;br /&gt;Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future with! out fear. Keep the faith and eradicate the fear.&lt;br /&gt;Great men say, 'Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness. In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience.'&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful thing is to see a person smilingAnd even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From en to others, for me to the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3733754030622846227?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3733754030622846227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3733754030622846227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3733754030622846227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3733754030622846227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-blessed-day.html' title='Have a Blessed Day'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SM06onDG91I/AAAAAAAAAZs/f7Aast2EqD8/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4912442027081884665</id><published>2008-09-08T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:19:15.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;态度 决定人生的高度&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;走路莫怕山 行船莫怕滩&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;要從中學習 态度 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;决定人生的高度&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;要從中學習 走路&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;要從中學習 行船&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;學習 人生的高度&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;决定人生的船&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;决定人生的路&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*̡͌l̡*̡̡ ̴̡ı̴̴̡ ̡̡̲̲̲͡͡͡͡ ̲▫̲͡ ̲̲̲͡͡π̲̲͡͡ ̲̲͡▫̲̲͡͡ ̡̡̡̲ ̡ ̴̡ı̴̡̡ *̡͌l̡*̡͌&lt;br /&gt;Like a invisible friend of mine, always quoting from one famous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."  "i want to live, and i want to live it good.to love, life, happiness and self-discovery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, to life, i left the hut, out of the wood and right into the city in search of the world with only a map on my mobile, navigating myself through the heavy traffic, going through the city-guides among the little people compared to the tall mates. Network might be slower at times, might be selling fishes, might not even gateway that replies with zero kb.&lt;br /&gt;*̡͌l̡*̡̡ ̴̡ı̴̴̡ ̡̡̲̲̲͡͡͡͡ ̲▫̲͡ ̲̲̲͡͡π̲̲͡͡ ̲̲͡▫̲̲͡͡ ̡̡̡̲ ̡ ̴̡ı̴̡̡ *̡͌l̡*̡͌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;高度决定人生走的路&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4912442027081884665?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4912442027081884665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4912442027081884665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4912442027081884665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4912442027081884665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/09/l-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7719267838058120652</id><published>2008-07-24T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:13:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>A little black file with some 2800 papers, that might generate some 25,000 words x many times in near future, that breaks into semesters and comes with units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagging names in M series M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7719267838058120652?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7719267838058120652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7719267838058120652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7719267838058120652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7719267838058120652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/07/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4355118837183511938</id><published>2008-07-14T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:19:50.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14 J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4355118837183511938?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4355118837183511938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4355118837183511938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4355118837183511938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4355118837183511938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/07/14-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-3773900639342866951</id><published>2008-07-04T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:55:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly-day-to-day</title><content type='html'>Friday, my pockets are almost empty for the month after spending some 3000 on metal sheets today and buying things i like and might not come useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the brighter corner, i should be able to get back more in a while, meanwhile it's time to compare various mobile schemes and to choose the service provider with the plans best catered for my needs, and all these when I'm too dependant on something, in this case, my mobile. Feels really weird not holding one right now, sending and receiving the basic messaging services, making calls disturbing friends and being disturbed. I seriously need to tie a string connecting the phone to my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about expansion in which the more you expand your wallet capacity,&lt;br /&gt;the smaller your notes seems to be.Perhaps the same theory that comes from my friends, no matter how fast your car can be when you steps on the accelerator and how much faster it goes, there is always a blind-spot and time to change parts to make it one of the fastest in its category. After which comes the cosmetics department, where you dress up and make tiny changes that you will forget after a while, so you ended up spending more. And these over a period becomes a habit, a very negative habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this case, it's never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about expansion here and there, it's just best to understand credit limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose wisely, i used to do that blindly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-3773900639342866951?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3773900639342866951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=3773900639342866951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3773900639342866951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/3773900639342866951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/07/fly-day-to-day.html' title='Fly-day-to-day'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2040981334713537823</id><published>2008-07-04T04:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:30:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible friend of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SG09NjPZtvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B5iXQeWVxO0/s1600-h/friends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SG09NjPZtvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B5iXQeWVxO0/s400/friends.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218894846199707378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbPKaIozS-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbPKaIozS-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you BM, rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, living once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2040981334713537823?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2040981334713537823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2040981334713537823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2040981334713537823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2040981334713537823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Invisible friend of mine'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SG09NjPZtvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B5iXQeWVxO0/s72-c/friends.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8792950746124077192</id><published>2008-07-04T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T03:59:07.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this girl who had four boyfriends</title><content type='html'>I got this in my mail, and just thought it's nice, read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adored him with rich robes and&lt;br /&gt;treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing him off &lt;br /&gt;to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would leave &lt;br /&gt;her for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind,considerate and patient with her. Whenever this girl faced a&lt;br /&gt;problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she did not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.'&lt;br /&gt;Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, 'I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No way!', replied the 4th boyfriend, and he walked away without&lt;br /&gt;another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No!', replied the 3rd boyfrien d. 'Life is too good! When you die,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to marry someone else!' Her heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, 'I have always turned to you for help&lt;br /&gt;and you've always been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!', replied the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you nomatter where you go..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked up, and there was his first boyfriend. He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect(i guess you're laughing right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:&lt;br /&gt;Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you&lt;br /&gt;lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth.When you die, it will all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends.No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your 1st boyfriend is your Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you where ever you go.Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of you that will follow you and continue with you throughout Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to someone you care about - I just did.&lt;br /&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8792950746124077192?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8792950746124077192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8792950746124077192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8792950746124077192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8792950746124077192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-girl-who-had-four-boyfriends.html' title='this girl who had four boyfriends'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4853836552403873754</id><published>2008-07-01T09:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:30:31.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro 2008 belongs to Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SGmOAy5gHXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/s6qd8CQdjv8/s1600-h/strong_feliz_strong_casillas_desbordo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SGmOAy5gHXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/s6qd8CQdjv8/s400/strong_feliz_strong_casillas_desbordo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217857787599527282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess about more than 10,000 Spanish fans are going to shave, or have shaved their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the pledge to do so if Spain wins Euro 2008, and 20 out of the total will be more thrilled if they found out that they've won some of the 20 cameras that will be offered to those who took the pledge.Hair cut is big business right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is history. Spain won and lifted the trophy once again ever since 1964.&lt;br /&gt;The Spanish delivered the results, and i believe we can see from what the national team has to offer throughout the matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gaink7rgIeY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gaink7rgIeY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the German and Spanish delivered a good show for the world, I've seen both teams cheering for their teams during the entire match, and celebrating together even if their team did not lift the trophy. They understands that it does not only requires luck, but tremendous efforts and qualities to reach the finals. And that's the right spirit of football or for any other games, with no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, another office guy.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to head to work, lack of sleep holding my cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Still smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4853836552403873754?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4853836552403873754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4853836552403873754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4853836552403873754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4853836552403873754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/07/euro-2008-belongs-to-spain.html' title='Euro 2008 belongs to Spain'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SGmOAy5gHXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/s6qd8CQdjv8/s72-c/strong_feliz_strong_casillas_desbordo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1593878553766732772</id><published>2008-06-29T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:40:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is retirement.This is, and real funny indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HA4lSUhlbw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HA4lSUhlbw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/9216843922779850999-1593878553766732772?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1593878553766732772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1593878553766732772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1593878553766732772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1593878553766732772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-retirementthis-is-and-real.html' title='What is retirement.This is, and real funny indeed.'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1796971358993043820</id><published>2008-06-27T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:15:29.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See with your tongue</title><content type='html'>I remember telling one of my friends about this revolution from a nice site that showcase various combination of technologies and fields, and when i first saw this piece of news...it brought smiles to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Sieberg reports on a revolutionary technology. Brainport sends electrical impulses to the tongue, using tiny cameras as eyes, essentially creating a picture for blind people.&lt;br /&gt;---By CBS News Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/i_video/main500251.shtml?id=2373573n"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/i_video/main500251.shtml?id=2373573n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1796971358993043820?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1796971358993043820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1796971358993043820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;--I'll spin the wheels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-783946830513220775?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/783946830513220775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=783946830513220775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/783946830513220775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/783946830513220775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-spin-wheels.html' title=''/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7352527649180700356</id><published>2008-06-27T05:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:18:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agree,agree with me.</title><content type='html'>Among the choices,making one after another,i do not regret for not choosing the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If stability is what you want, why leave anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Agree,agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If better pay is what you seek, why so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Agree,agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that great now.&lt;br /&gt;Getting flexible, coffee anytime,&lt;br /&gt;take a slow relaxing walk at the beach with my dog, or walk around wearing no watch on my wrist, visiting the workshop once a while, chatting with the rest for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;Life is that much fun doing things with passion, no matter how busy it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Agree,agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7352527649180700356?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7352527649180700356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7352527649180700356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wedding yesterday night at Furama Riverfront, then i realise I've been there helping out with one of my mate's wedding in another ballroom. She must be the most happening bride of all we must say, the bride that interacts more than any weddings I've attended and the groom,oh so shy.Perhaps mostly due to so many years of friendship since high school, that's like ten over years. And meeting up the rest of the gangs during the few hours dinner, is just so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evss,&lt;br /&gt;I start going to high school, i need to join ECAs to get more points, Air Rifle Club and Chinese Orchestra. I swear if I've the time, i should be in almost 3/4 of the activities in school.Every Saturday was spent playing instruments and shooting target board,coins and dead cockroaches and all the puppy love, homework and games on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days in the 1990s, nobody worries much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got our results, and we moved on.&lt;br /&gt;Some went to further their studies, some went on to work, some left the country seeking their dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, many got married or planning to, in near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some relationships turns sour after just a few years, but most went strong and stay beautiful to walk hand-in-hand till hair turns grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a while, You get to meet up for gathering and see how everyone is doing, some boost about their careers while some are frank, some lies about the sudden career switch while some lost contacts over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Some calls you up suddenly after so long for a reason, while some meet up once a while just for pure gathering, that is so sweet and the relationship stays strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second millennium came, known as Y2K where we belongs and that's my name in short form.It's here where i brought my new spectacles, with reviewed vision and clearer pictures, with each comes different understandings on different platforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y2k where papers are everything,4Cs(car,condo,credit and cash) are never enough for most.People starts comparing on 2 Q's. &lt;br /&gt;Qualities and Quantities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you should have plenty of experiences,knowing how to go about, how to see with your eyes, think with your brain and lastly came the feel from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it's all about my family,career and true friends to begin with, on the next chapter in life, not on a chapter but on a new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**With F7 before any saving paragraphs, new sentences and no more neglecting family as the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-164244395545715624?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/164244395545715624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=164244395545715624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/164244395545715624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/164244395545715624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-title-on-23-june-2008.html' title='No title on 23 June 2008'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8036613533039540830</id><published>2008-06-20T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:32:18.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6MRYLWJb1o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6MRYLWJb1o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2669327916514072984</id><published>2008-06-15T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:26:08.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F40-up the volume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YPabCzxMXM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YPabCzxMXM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/9216843922779850999-2669327916514072984?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-6805851649963186410</id><published>2008-06-15T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:30:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Footprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SFUJKzqUi-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wnT6aaaxZXU/s1600-h/Human_footprint177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SFUJKzqUi-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wnT6aaaxZXU/s400/Human_footprint177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212082225022274530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small portion of a person's lifetime consumption of milk.&lt;br /&gt;Photograph courtesy National Geographic Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprint, the title of my previous blog.It says much about the coverage.&lt;br /&gt;Footprint, it's different from people to people.&lt;br /&gt;Human Footprint, i watched it on Nat Geo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nationalgeographic.com/museum/exhibitions/humanFootprint.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-6805851649963186410?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6805851649963186410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=6805851649963186410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6805851649963186410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Lotus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZn6qElXK00&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZn6qElXK00&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/9216843922779850999-8352982179040590424?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8352982179040590424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8352982179040590424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8352982179040590424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8352982179040590424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/06/lotus.html' title='Lotus'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-5808000421158838197</id><published>2008-06-01T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:38:15.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where's the Yung fella?! Haha a man full of wisdom, coffee and cigarettes. Learnt a lot about life from him, which at least made me dun feel so bored about life in this world. He's really a very organised, responsible and knowledgeable guy. Took great care of us and also not forgetting the time we worked till 0300! Will remember your coffee forever haha!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite emo, as i was reading...nevermind about the friends you've lost contacts with, you guys will bump into each other for sure, that the path you are heading, and nevermind if you lost contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thank God you've me, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Benjamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-5808000421158838197?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5808000421158838197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=5808000421158838197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5808000421158838197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/5808000421158838197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-reading.html' title='i was reading...'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8079629797358804967</id><published>2008-05-31T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:26:10.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodney Carrington</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxLkVWIzP1w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxLkVWIzP1w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome..Humour is just the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;It is just the way to go...a good laugh for city people with busy schedules, running around, having meetings, skipped lunch...no time...&lt;br /&gt;Stress-prone, at least there's one in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**posted by batgurrl for humour, nice one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8079629797358804967?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8079629797358804967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8079629797358804967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8079629797358804967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8079629797358804967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/rodney-carrington.html' title='Rodney Carrington'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1926471723687566736</id><published>2008-05-27T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:56:35.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are two days in every week about which we should not worry</title><content type='html'>Two days which should be kept free from fear and&lt;br /&gt;apprehension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and&lt;br /&gt;cares,its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. &lt;br /&gt;All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;We cannot undo a single act we performed; &lt;br /&gt;we cannot erase a single word we said. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is gone forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;with all its possible adversities, its burdens, &lt;br /&gt;its large promise and its poor performance; &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's sun will rise, &lt;br /&gt;either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will&lt;br /&gt;rise. &lt;br /&gt;Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;for it is yet to be born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves only one day, Today. &lt;br /&gt;Any person can fight the battle of just one day. &lt;br /&gt;It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful&lt;br /&gt;eternities &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down. &lt;br /&gt;It is not the experience of Today that drives a person&lt;br /&gt;mad, &lt;br /&gt;it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;br /&gt;and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring. &lt;br /&gt;Let us, therefore, live but one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Mail forwarded from Dragonboaters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-1926471723687566736?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1926471723687566736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=1926471723687566736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1926471723687566736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/1926471723687566736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-are-two-days-in-every-week-about.html' title='There are two days in every week about which we should not worry'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7935008601000897297</id><published>2008-05-25T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:39:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Rugby vid &amp; song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxQ59zHXzas&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxQ59zHXzas&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7935008601000897297?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7935008601000897297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7935008601000897297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7935008601000897297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7935008601000897297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-rugby-vid-song.html' title='Nice Rugby vid &amp; song'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-176464129184506842</id><published>2008-05-22T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:33:21.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer (夏天)</title><content type='html'>Who's going or recently went for a evening walk, leisurely along the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise up your hands...(no response)Anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That breeze blowing across your hair...right at that moment is just the hot spot for family picnic during the day, and couples during you know what timing. Well i guess not now perhaps, it's that period between the two main monsoon season in Singapore with the equal/higher amount of bird shits piling on your rooftop.Car Wash is good business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Stuff are always in demand, okay...next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature peaking a high of 3X°C and a low you &amp; i never get to experience. I don't taste the raindrops anymore, never know if its some acid rain and you might be laughing, but it's going more on the extreme side years down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought me some good old memories during school days where you are allowed to wear own clothes with some dress codes.I was the typical guy with that thick plastic spectacles, in t-shirt and Bermudas, walking around with that big portfolio. It's more practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates ended up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all came in "smiling" dress code.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about leading trends in fashion design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-176464129184506842?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/176464129184506842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=176464129184506842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/176464129184506842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/176464129184506842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='Summer (夏天)'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4734823248010932750</id><published>2008-05-14T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:44:56.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...not</title><content type='html'>In the latest news i read, was more than 50,000 people dead, missing or buried recent earthquake that happens in China at 7.9 on the scale and the aids to the victims of the recent cyclone in Myanmar, which swallows tens of thousands away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We being humans being so confident are we in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;Yet showing vulnerabilities in the most you can find,in natural disasters that seems to behave in an entire different approach over the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: "Don't make life complicated" &amp; "Don't live simple", at least that's how i feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the people,&lt;br /&gt;if there is...To me,&lt;br /&gt;it's in everyone and known as "heart" and comes with "Love", shown with "care"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4734823248010932750?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4734823248010932750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4734823248010932750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4734823248010932750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4734823248010932750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/frustration-not.html' title='Frustration...not'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8033393051540787134</id><published>2008-05-12T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:09:05.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should the wedding ring be worn on the fourth finger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; There is a beautiful and convincing explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumb represents your Parents&lt;br /&gt;Second (Index) finger represents your Siblings&lt;br /&gt;Middle finger represents yourself&lt;br /&gt;Fourth (Ring) finger represents your Life Partner&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the Last (Little) finger represents your Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, open your palms (face to face), bend the middle fingers and&lt;br /&gt;hold them together - back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, open and hold the remaining three fingers and the thumb -&lt;br /&gt;tip to tip (As shown in the figure below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, try to separate your thumbs (representing the parents)... They&lt;br /&gt;will open, because your parents are not destined to live with you&lt;br /&gt;lifelong, and have to leave you sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join your thumbs as before and separate your Index fingers&lt;br /&gt;(representing siblings)... They will also open, because your&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters will have their own families and will have to&lt;br /&gt;lead their own separate lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now join the Index fingers and separate your Little fingers&lt;br /&gt;(representing your children)... They will open too, because the&lt;br /&gt;children also will get married and settle down on their own some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, join your little fingers, and try to separate your Ring&lt;br /&gt;fingers (representing your spouse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised to see that you just CANNOT... Because Husband&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Wife have to remain together all their lives - through thick and&lt;br /&gt;thin!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't try that though, a mail received and i thought why not share it here.&lt;br /&gt;More or less related to the stuff I've been doing these few days or so, busy doing up and snapping pictures of given pictures in clear resolution for a wedding video dedicated to Jeff &amp; Kate on this coming 17th May. I just got some more photos this morning,phew... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming 17th will be both exciting as well as energy-draining for me, coming up as a video man and photographer,as well as doing the clips after that, and as a chauffeur to the relatives throughout the day. All these from as early as 6 in the morning till late night,way after the whole wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda feeling at ease for the video/photography stuff, not that comfortable being a chauffeur though. I've encountered old-fashioned rich aunties ordering around as though i'm paid to do so in a "want to/feel like" rather than "required/need to" attitude, doing a favour during weddings and having to smile when you feel like punching on a sand bag. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer Service,customers are not always right, but you cannot let them feel that they are entirely wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i hate being ordered around without a valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;Just for you mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8033393051540787134?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8033393051540787134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8033393051540787134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8033393051540787134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/8033393051540787134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-should-wedding-ring-be-worn-on.html' title='Why should the wedding ring be worn on the fourth finger?'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-4860044684710281559</id><published>2008-05-10T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:39:12.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24&lt;br /&gt;hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2&lt;br /&gt;cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in&lt;br /&gt;front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large&lt;br /&gt;and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He&lt;br /&gt;then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into&lt;br /&gt;the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open&lt;br /&gt;areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the&lt;br /&gt;jar was full. They agreed it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the&lt;br /&gt;jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more&lt;br /&gt;if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table&lt;br /&gt;and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the&lt;br /&gt;empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to&lt;br /&gt;recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the&lt;br /&gt;important things---God, your family, your children, your health, your&lt;br /&gt;friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and&lt;br /&gt;only they remained, your life would still be full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your&lt;br /&gt;house and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else---the small stuff. 'If you put the sand&lt;br /&gt;into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or&lt;br /&gt;the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and&lt;br /&gt;energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that&lt;br /&gt;are important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Play with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with&lt;br /&gt;grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to&lt;br /&gt;dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house&lt;br /&gt;and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things&lt;br /&gt;that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee&lt;br /&gt;represented. The professor smiled. 'I'm glad you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may&lt;br /&gt;seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4860044684710281559?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4860044684710281559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4860044684710281559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4860044684710281559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4860044684710281559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee_10.html' title='The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-8487803805793897234</id><published>2008-05-08T05:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T05:56:12.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Business</title><content type='html'>First of all, wishing a very happy birthday to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Charlie C---(yes, sorry a belated one),didn't really have the opportunity to work with and to get to know him better, he will do well holding the new appointment,this I'm certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Yiew Peiling---(I'm sure you'd had a good celebration with family and friends,not forgetting... you know what(BT), you know who(BT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Seou Mei---hope you're working great as well as partying hard.Congrats as well on your graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Desilu Anne Nair---The one with wisdom tooth extracted, probably still having difficulties enjoying a nice meal,let alone munching dark chocolate and spending with books.Happy 26Th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday chums.Rodney you too,though i wished already and drank with. =)&lt;br /&gt;Duh...I'm wishing and whispering to the air-ternet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things you picked up and some you dropped along the way.Life is interesting don't you think, it's like knowledge.More like knowledge management which i used to work in and glad i did participated.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you must be thinking that life is more or less about papers.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting and pushing hard for papers.Papers are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some break, with coffee, bread and snacks.I was watching some documentaries and just happen to find something to ponder about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who says huge,gigantic houses can't move...the communication part is serious business,every single alignment and every single inch counts when it comes to up to 200 tonnes and everyone is working hand-in-hand.cool stuff, house movers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You got 2 pandas each of different sex,trying to get one to make history in certain region.Well,Panda mates only once a year...all the frozen sperms and eggs, and it comes to a point where there's no such thing as a "bad sperm",with ratings up to 5 depends on the movement or eagerness. It's truly amazing how science has brought along.But yeah, i just hope all the destruction to the habitats should stop immediately as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nine men down, journalists were killed and how one went back in search for the rest many years later to bring them back,home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some places in the other part of the world, bicycles are donated for volunteers to travel for lessons in poor areas. It take an average family 2 years to save up in order to purchase a bicycle. How many cars or how much did you brought it for?hmm, serious thoughts for "Needs" versus "Wants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a comma or full-stop, at least for the programme before the next one comes.Then i think to myself,"what's next...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time i get a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, a career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-8487803805793897234?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8487803805793897234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=8487803805793897234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>michael buble-sway</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dG8giVJKQPI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dG8giVJKQPI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2897809755668897325?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2897809755668897325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2897809755668897325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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conclusion</title><content type='html'>Was quite hectic in a sense yesterday, waking up about 6:30 on a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: send sis off to Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: She's going golfing(to propel a small, hard ball with the use of various clubs into each hole with as few strokes as possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While heading back home to catch up on my napping, a strong vibration occurs while traveling on TPE, and from the way it starts to shift towards any direction probably gives any idiot which tyre is the culprit and what should your reaction be,where the worst happened and...the tyre burst.yeah burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was at Loyang Flyover for quite sometime,while the workshop mechanics are still sleeping if not still, brushing teeth.Left my vehicle by the road shoulder of the expressway and go grab some puff and coffee before heading back home for some dials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from the Expressway Monitoring Advisory System (EMAS) call centre , that for safety reason, the vehicle will be towed to the nearest car park, the guys are providing me some assurance and the information they provide and requested are worth a praise,nice one EMAS. Well, which i assumed it better that leaving it beside that stretch of road where vehicles travels up to 100km/hr which most goes much higher than that rushing for work, that is why you often see vehicles being stopped by the side with a traffic police in white, smiling at all the possible reasons the driver tries to explain in the shortest possible time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message asking me that very evening if i need to change the tyre since it's burst, and it costs about S$100 plus, and i mentioned that in that very discussion right on my first and upcoming conversation with different reps. It's not a very big company, but heck, it's indeed gaining profit based on my couple visits, the concept is good. Seriously good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The showroom/waiting area looks like some bank, well-furnished with parts for those with extras to spend. At times, it's how they manage the matters that matters, the importance of information work flow and how they are getting updates within the loop.They do have great customer service which is compulsory when it comes to a business, but a good system is damn well important too.&lt;br /&gt;It's that simple, if they've a system running. Maybe i can become a system consultant due to my previous work experiences... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employ me you fool. Take my money, I'll take yours and improve your system and make the world go round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-4594086697988055176?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4594086697988055176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=4594086697988055176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4594086697988055176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/4594086697988055176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/05/simple-saturday-with-heavy-conclusion.html' title='A simple Saturday with heavy conclusion'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-7306741580314161590</id><published>2008-04-30T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:40:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice mail received</title><content type='html'>I AM THANKFUL: &lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIFE &lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, &lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND &lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA&lt;br /&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME &lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE/HE IS AT HOME, &lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM EMPLOYED . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, &lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,&lt;br /&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT&lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING &lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM WARM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH &lt;br /&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;AT THE END OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN &lt;br /&gt;CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Be kinder than necessary;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-7306741580314161590?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7306741580314161590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=7306741580314161590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7306741580314161590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/7306741580314161590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-mail-received.html' title='Nice mail received'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-6693931279806531041</id><published>2008-04-28T03:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:30:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just ordinary it's my Beautiful Day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SBTgQzzvqvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/r6bXTu59ZMM/s1600-h/P1090794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SBTgQzzvqvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/r6bXTu59ZMM/s400/P1090794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194022849654794994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,I'm pretty excited about the letters and sentences coming up in a while and it's not just any ordinary day,that's about 3 hours plus to my beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that everything turns out pretty much better than I've expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)0400-0500hrs-Getting everything pretty much simple,neat and tidy in pretty fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)0500-0600hrs-It's all about getting desk-ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)0600-0800hrs-What a gorgeous beautiful sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent &amp; wait.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not just ordinary it's my Beautiful Day :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-6693931279806531041?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6693931279806531041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=6693931279806531041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6693931279806531041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6693931279806531041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-just-ordinary-its-my-beautiful-day.html' title='Not just ordinary it&apos;s my Beautiful Day :)'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SBTgQzzvqvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/r6bXTu59ZMM/s72-c/P1090794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-2956154058779388807</id><published>2008-04-27T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:18:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Horoscope for April 27, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect your life to change if you won't. Mix up your routine today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;Doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results is one definition of insanity, did you know that? So if you are wondering why nothing is different in your life, maybe it's because you have not been doing anything different in your life. Think about how you can change something about yourself, today. Even if you just try out a different fashion statement, you will create a ripple effect in the rest of your life. You can't expect your life to change if you won't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true,that feeling of being in that encrypted right spot with that two shifting are oh so strong, never mind about the floating image which recharges the batteries continuously like a ups,powering up the entire system with no gap for failure.&lt;br /&gt;Batteries on 60%, well and no one understands the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure POA statement,&lt;br /&gt;wally for errors&lt;br /&gt;N.A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-2956154058779388807?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2956154058779388807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=2956154058779388807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2956154058779388807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/2956154058779388807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/04/friendster-horoscope-for-april-27-2008.html' title='Friendster Horoscope for April 27, 2008'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-6678002006325111389</id><published>2008-04-26T04:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:30:32.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore eyes twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SBJBxjzvqtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ohnO4JPaPzA/s1600-h/15722433150128l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SBJBxjzvqtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ohnO4JPaPzA/s400/15722433150128l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193285639993273042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To&lt;/strong&gt; the smiles comes with so much behind the world of trust&lt;br /&gt;comes with so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;,from the very interior within the glamour&lt;br /&gt;that adds on so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;mpty when you think &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ot so when you think again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in Heaven now&lt;br /&gt;smiling and wishing you be&lt;br /&gt;happy and move on, doing the best you're taught to do&lt;br /&gt;being the best you can ever be and show him proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these from some little sore eye conversation from 2 parts in sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216843922779850999-6678002006325111389?l=wallystreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6678002006325111389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216843922779850999&amp;postID=6678002006325111389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6678002006325111389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216843922779850999/posts/default/6678002006325111389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallystreet.blogspot.com/2008/04/sore-eyes-twice.html' title='Sore eyes twice'/><author><name>Goofus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SSloMWTajWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4y4Ilxfg3Y0/S220/n661502736_624344_5549.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SBJBxjzvqtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ohnO4JPaPzA/s72-c/15722433150128l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-177257548082001391</id><published>2008-04-25T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:18:42.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis-Bleeding Love </title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=20892195&amp;v=2&amp;type=video&amp;a=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/l/leona_lewis/" target="_blank"&gt;Leona Lewis Lyrics &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/l/leona_lewis/bleeding_love/" target="_blank"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/a&gt; 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