<?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-16879873</id><updated>2012-01-04T21:43:50.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comprehend Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1129122106437238566</id><published>2011-11-21T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:03:03.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend, With Benefit</title><content type='html'>Facebook is suppose to be a place for friends but it is now a place for you to randomly add strangers. Recently, in accordance to the Facebook safety guideline, I have removed a few of my "friends" from my friend list. Actually, it's my fault for approving their friend request in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what my dad says, friends exist for the fact of mutual-exploit; you make use of me, I make use of you. Why? Why can't friendship be simple and easy? Or am I simply too naive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm friend with you because I respect you, I trust you and I'm comfortable with you. If you disrespect me or abuse my trust, I won't be comfortable to have you as my friend. Yes, I know this sounds childish. It sounds like what primary school kids will say but that's innocent at its best. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friend" used to be a much simpler word. But as we grow up, we grow to only want friends, with benefit. You befriend those you think that will benefit you. You pray to power and you think that the number of friends directly affects your ego. You no longer treasure friendship because you think friendship is bullshit. You are a sad being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's partially the reason why I hide my friend list from my Facebook account. There's no need to show the world how many friends I have in Facebook because it's just a fake number. How many of my Facebook friends will offer a helping hand if I'm really in need of help? How many of my Facebook friends are being added just because I want to stay in contact (another word is "stalk") with them?How many of my Facebook friends are just a plain nuisance and added me just because they are a nuisance?How many of my Facebook friends are actually fiends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing which I've always believed in: the more friends you have, the more enemies you have. You never know when that friend of yours is going to turn his back on you and give you a deep stab at your back before walking away pretending the friendship was never in place before. That's how sad human nature it. Sadly, I forgot about this fact recently and got myself trapped by a bunch of back-stabbers. No, I don't blame them and I can't blame them. I can only blame myself for being too trusting. In fact, I must thank them. These are the people who are like rainbows of your life; they show their true colors only when the storm (argument) is over. Despite the storm ended, you still can't see their shadow beside you. They are just waiting for another storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends? I rather be forever alone. No strings attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1129122106437238566?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1129122106437238566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1129122106437238566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1129122106437238566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1129122106437238566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/friend-with-benefit.html' title='Friend, With Benefit'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6354224514906461135</id><published>2011-10-24T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:06:12.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Mah, I miss you</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 2 years since I last posted an entry in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 6 years since I start blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 3 years since you left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I'm thinking about you. Yes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly the day you left me for a better place. I was still in the army then, serving my NS at Kaki Bukit Camp (driving course) and I receive the first SMS from my mum saying that you will be leaving soon. Immediately, I plead my superiors and instructors for time-off to the training to visit you in the hospital. Being in the army means everything is so slow, need to go around asking permission from the whole world before getting an approval. By then, 15 minutes has passed and I start running towards the nearest main road for a cab. As I was running, I received another SMS from my mum, you have already left us. WHY?! Tears started rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I ran as fast as I could when the cab alighted me at Changi General Hospital. Upon reaching the ward, I stayed away from your bed. At one time, I even hide in the toilet, crying. A gentleman doesn't cry but I just can't control my tears. Hiding myself away from the hard facts which I don't want to face. I don't want to see you dead. Then my youngest brother walk to me, ask me go take one last look at you. With all my courage, I walked over. The image of you in the hospital with your last breath still very much saddens me until now as it has already been deeply imprinted in my mind. Again, I can't controlled my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses then push you to a "waiting room" (can't remember the exact name for that room). It's a place for us to see and touch you for one last time. I just stood there, looking at you, observing you, just hoping that you will come back to life. Come back to me. But you failed to show any hints or signs of life. After a long time, I simply broke down. I went out of the room, to a corner isolated from public and started crying again. I can't remember how long I've cried then I walked back to the room again. I tried to stay cheerful and normal but it wasn't easy. Emotions failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who was there with me since day one of my life but I wasn't there for you on your last day. You brought me to my schools whether it's rain or shine. You played with me when I have no one to play with. You taught me a lot of valuable lessons in life. At times, I feel that you were there for me more than my parents as they were busy working. You are a wonderful grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to bring you back to your hometown in China but the promise could no longer be fulfilled. Maybe you are at a better place now, away from all the sufferings and pains. Many times, I wish you could just come back and see me again. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years of my life with you already. How can I not miss you everyday? Don't be angry or sad if I don't visit you during important festivals but I promise I will visit you as and when I have the time. I'm sure you won't forget me but I'm afraid I will forget your look, your voice, your everything. Photos of you is the best way to keep my memory refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember you counting down with me everyday towards my ORD but sadly, you have to leave me 6.5 months before I could celebrate it with you. Other than pink IC, you occupied my mind during the ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6354224514906461135?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6354224514906461135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6354224514906461135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6354224514906461135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6354224514906461135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-mah-i-miss-you.html' title='Ah Mah, I miss you'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-454907695121303523</id><published>2009-05-11T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:45:48.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.12 2.28 8.0</title><content type='html'>Ring a bell? Or ring alot of bells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.12 = 12 May 2008 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;The day when the disastrous earthquake hit China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.28 = 2.28pm (China time)&lt;br /&gt;The time when the disastrous earthquake hit China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.0 = Magnitude of the quake&lt;br /&gt;It's 7.8 or 7.9 actually but many news source just quote is as 8.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One distressing year ago, China experiencing a terrible nightmare of earthquake. It was a critical moment as China was preparing themselves for the Olympic 2008. With a total figure of 374,031 injured, 69,130 dead and 17,824 missing, we see aid from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of innocent children were having their lesson in the school when the monstrous earthquake took their dearly life. Some died while still holding tightly to their pencil, some hid under the desk (which proves to be useless), some can be seen with their hand reaching out of the rumble but dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some lucky ones though. Mother using her body to protect her new born baby against the fall, teacher evacuating her students out of the school, 11 year old boy piggyback his 3 year old sister and walked 12 hours to the flee disaster center. The one who kneels down and offer his help during critical time is a true hero. Viewing through photos of the disaster makes my eyes watery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the months go by, they start to be strong and build back what is lost with aid relief from around the world. Parents breaking into pool of tears upon seeing their dead child, thousands of people are still missing and the injured might have recovered (if not disabled) but the dark memories of being buried for hours will haunt them for life. Death is the last thing anyone would want to encounter but it's unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's been a year. I wonder how's everything. Have they rebuild their home and confidence to taken on future challenge? Was the aid distributed equally? Will the children who lost their family members find warmth? Are the heroes forgotten and left to dead? Where are those people that went missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everything is fine now and peace is being restored. Good luck. Well wishes from me in Singapore to you people out there in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 12 May, let's remember the heroes and the dead at 2.28pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-454907695121303523?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/454907695121303523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=454907695121303523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/454907695121303523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/454907695121303523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/512-228-80.html' title='5.12 2.28 8.0'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5144483443352811593</id><published>2009-04-26T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:37:04.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans, hopeless liao lah</title><content type='html'>Refer to this news article: &lt;a href="http://news.asiaone.com/print/News/Latest%2BNews/Showbiz/Story/A1Story20090423-137128.html"&gt;http://news.asiaone.com/print/News/Latest%2BNews/Showbiz/Story/A1Story20090423-137128.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan mentioned that Singaporeans "have no self respect at all". With that a few words, it immediately sparked a huge war on Jackie Chan on the Internet forums. Of course, who won't want to defend her own country. It's so rare to see so many people from all walks of life defending Singapore and rebuke back at Jackie Chan. *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all those harsh and mindless comments targeted back at Jackie Chan, aren't we proving that Jackie Chan is right? It's like you scold a gangster "you think you very big ar, whole day only know how to fight!" Then the gangster got agitated and reply, "where got, not happy fight lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't want people to comment nasty things about us, we should learn to behave ourself. There's too many example of stupid Singaporeans just by surfing around &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/index.jsp"&gt;STOMP&lt;/a&gt;. From &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=67942"&gt;couples hugging while in uniform&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=67749"&gt;hogging seats in food court&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=67943"&gt;playing a prank in Sushi shop&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=67730"&gt;staff cursing customer through email&lt;/a&gt;. That's not all to show that Singaporeans have no self respect. Very often, we see article that totally make no sense being posted to STOMP. From &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=67949"&gt;"he seems to be taking picture of me so I STOMP him first"&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=68207"&gt;complaining about how people sitting on the train's floor when it's not blocking the door&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=67724"&gt;anyhow snap people car and send to stomp asking "is this allowed"&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=67718"&gt;snap photo liao can't even see what's the photo trying to show then anyhow fake story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show that Singaporeans have utterly no self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to show that I have alot of self-respect and bombard fellow Singaporeans. I admit that I'm lacking in self-respect too in some area. Singaporeans are too self-centered, we even need our government to educate us on kindness with &lt;a href="http://kindness.sg/"&gt;courtesy campaign&lt;/a&gt;. I believe that it all boils down to education. In school, how important do teachers see educating subject on civic-mindedness? Teachers always see academic subject as priority. That's why. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game, Singaporeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5144483443352811593?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5144483443352811593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5144483443352811593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5144483443352811593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5144483443352811593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/singaporeans-hopeless-liao-lah.html' title='Singaporeans, hopeless liao lah'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1069724383697000042</id><published>2009-02-15T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:46:00.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can walk is good!</title><content type='html'>Ever since my grandma became dependent on wheelchair for her movement, I then truly realise the importance of having a healthy body and appreciate the beautiful of walking. The night before, she's still walking around the house and cooking fried rice for my dinner with slight complains of breathless. Now, she's need constant supply of oxygen for her to breathe and wheelchair to move about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see other old people who still can walk (even with walking stick or other support), I wish my grandma can get up and walk normally again. Every visit to the hospital to see her, I see she's the only one in her ward that has problem walking. Not only walking, simple movement such as sitting up or moving will get her grasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the army, I see lots of young gentlemen having problems with their lower limbs. It can range from a simple ankle fracture to something more severe like knee dislocation or ligament tear. Of course, I can't say that they are fakers but definitely it's not good to have so many problems when you are so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk. Appreciate it. You won't want to ride on a wheelchair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1069724383697000042?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1069724383697000042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1069724383697000042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1069724383697000042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1069724383697000042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-walk-is-good.html' title='Can walk is good!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6273198851702309869</id><published>2008-11-17T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:23:47.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed the rich, starve the poor</title><content type='html'>- More than 1 billion people do not have access to clean water.&lt;br /&gt;- A 1% increase in developing countries' share of world exports could lift 128 million people out of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;(source: http://www.onesingapore.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost half the world's population lives on less than two dollars a day, yet even this statistic fails to capture the humiliation, powerlessness and brutal hardship that is the daily lot of the world's poor."&lt;br /&gt;(quoted from former UN Secretarial General Kofi Annan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like slavery and apartheid, poverty is not natural. It is man-made and it can be overcome and eradicated by the actions of human beings."&lt;br /&gt;(quoted from Nelson Mandela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how serious is the poverty situation in the world? Every three seconds, a child dies from extreme poverty. If you still remember one of my &lt;a href="http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-wishes.html"&gt;three wishes&lt;/a&gt;, I wish for everyone in the world to have a proper meal. Hunger is definitely not right and it should be prevented as much as possible. It just hurts me so much to see people suffering from hunger especially young children. Everyone deserves  a proper meal and no one should suffer from this fate. Who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are people around the world that don't sympathise the poor and take food for granted. As what Nelson Mandela said, "poverty is not natural, it's man-made". How true when I see videos of people throwing precious foods and drinks just for birthday celebration. Yes they (might) have fun but what is that they are doing? They are sacrificing good food that is decent enough for the poor in third world country as meal. Maybe they are too rich to understand the importance of food and too full (or foolish) to realise the feeling of hunger. Who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't been through hunger or starvation before because my parents are working hard to provide me with basic shelter and food. I thank them for that. I thank them again for teaching me the importance of food and have a heart that reach out to others. I don't waste food just because I don't like the food or simply just "for fun". My friends should know that I treasure food as much as I treasure the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I can't stand people who waste food. I've come across friends who simply throw away a whole plate of food (which was his lunch) just because he don't like it. There are people who throw food and drinks just because they think that it's cool, the "in" thing and part of their culture to celebrate birthday for their friend. It's just funny and interesting to see how people defend their wrong doings because they think it's right. Who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish people wasting precious food resources are actually those who are suppose to be clever enough to understand the fact but they choose to ignore it and defend their action. Who to blame? Their school principal? Their teacher? Their parents? Blame themselves for being such a disgrace to the nation! How did our society choose to accept them as elite when they can't think. Who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich getting richer while poor getting poorer. Continue feeding the rich when they are already so full and continue starving the poor when they are suffering from hunger. Who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make poverty history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: please do not post comment that is not related to this entry or it will be deleted. Who to blame?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6273198851702309869?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6273198851702309869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6273198851702309869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6273198851702309869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6273198851702309869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/feed-rich-starve-poor.html' title='Feed the rich, starve the poor'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2396189625573532008</id><published>2008-11-14T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:36:22.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACJC boo boo</title><content type='html'>1st, if you don't know what is ACJC, it stands for &lt;a href="http://www.acjc.edu.sg/"&gt;Anglo-Chinese Junior College&lt;/a&gt;. A place where they only accept student with good grade. If you are stupid, don't even dream of entering this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, please refer to this &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=41849"&gt;news article&lt;/a&gt; if you have been living in a well for the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article titled "ACJC girl tied up, roughed up, and humiliated on elite JC premises" reports that a JC girl is being forcefully brought to a chin-up bar. She was then being tied there and foreign objects such as cakes and drinks were being stuffed and thrown to her face and inside her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THIS HAPPENING IN A SINGAPORE JUNIOR COLLEGE (JC)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with our students nowadays? Even JC students who are suppose to be the future pillars of Singapore turned out to be worst than ITE students (no offense to ITE students here). Is it because they study too much until they turned stupid? What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see this incident as "bullying", I assure you that you have serious moral problem. It's time you see a doctor or Jigsaw will come and find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really saddening that this kind of barbarian style treatment is carried out in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really angers me was the reply from the principal. I shall quote some of her reply here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "a birthday celebration of a student who was popular with her peers"&lt;br /&gt;- "no malice nor bullying involved"&lt;br /&gt;- she was not hurt physically nor emotionally"&lt;br /&gt;- "celebrations were all done in good fun"&lt;br /&gt;- "activity was done in good humour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mrs Kelvyna Chan (principal), are you mad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Kelvyna Chan, think of yourself in her shoe. How would you feel if you are being tied up, with no way to defend yourself, and having objects thrown to you. Would you think it's "good humour"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think, what if this happen to your children (be it son or daughter)? Would you think that it's "all done in good fun" and "no malice or bullying involved"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that birthday pranks are common during secondary school and tertiary school period. However, this is certainly too much! Just when I thought that the poor girl being tied up to the chin-up bar was crying, sobbing and screaming was bad enough, the principal's reply is simply adding fuel to the fire. But at least, the principal was seen with the effort trying to admit that she's involved in the bullying too. Also, since the principal say that the girl is "popular with her peers", I conclude that some of the teaching staffs took part in the bullying too. Nice way of using the word "popular".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all boycott ACJC! If you insist on sending your children there, why not send your children to a torture chamber instead. You can save alot on paying the beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time we tie the principal, Mrs Kelvyna Chan, to the chin-up bar and smash cakes and drinks at her since she's a "popular" figure in school too. I mean, who doesn't know the principal of their school right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2396189625573532008?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2396189625573532008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2396189625573532008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2396189625573532008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2396189625573532008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/acjc-boo-boo.html' title='ACJC boo boo'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-4199092983112941010</id><published>2008-10-12T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:55:00.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China, a country full of FAKES!</title><content type='html'>You cannot disagree because it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China is simply a country full of fake stuff. From fake IPhone to fake Nokia phones. Pirated songs leaked days before official release. Faked eggs that is purposely colored to give red color egg yolks. Fake brands such as Fuma/Pama (original Puma), PenesamiG (original Pansaonic), 4-stripes Adidas (original is 3 stripes), Sdidsa/Daiads (original Adidas), Sccoby (original Scooby), Cnoverse Ball Star (original Converse All Star), Sonia (Sony), POP (original PSP) and many other more stupid brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, they even have fake news reports. Reporters purposely make up news on a factory using cardboard to disguise it as minced meat. Obviously the reporters are clever to use this as a marketing headline because everyone wants to see more on what fake things China can come up with. Of course, the scam got exposed and we all know that nothing in China can be taken too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if they want to broadcast their &lt;s&gt;fame&lt;/s&gt; shame worldwide, they even faked the fireworks display to TV viewers at the Beijing Olympic. That's not all to convince the world that China is a country full of fakes! Even the little girl that sang at the opening ceremony of Beijing Olympic is fake too! She was just doing a lip-sync while the actual girl who sang the song is behind the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to not make people forget about China after the Olympics, China has did it once again! Introducing fake milk products that left thousands of babies hospitalized and about a dozen dead. How fast we actually forget thing; this is not the first time that China has a milk scare. This time, an active ingredient uses in ink colorant and fertiliser, Melamine is being added to milk product to boost the protein level. Due to the fact that China milk is too low in protein level, they faked the protein level by adding some (or in fact alot) of Melamine to raise the protein's percentage. Stupid people do stupid thing causing the whole Asia going into a milk scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China, a country with 5000 years of history never fails to surprise me. What's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-4199092983112941010?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4199092983112941010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=4199092983112941010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4199092983112941010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4199092983112941010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/china-country-full-of-fakes.html' title='China, a country full of FAKES!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-7792666232807063965</id><published>2008-10-11T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:37:32.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once... and never again</title><content type='html'>Everyday, we see and encounter with alot of people be it at work, walking down the streets, while chilling out at the mall,  in the lift with stranger or simply spying others from far. Some of the people we will get to see them more often than the others. Another "some of the people", we might just get to see them once and perhaps never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we don't even remember the look of that person already yet we still remember them. For example, your caregivers while you were a toddler, your playmates in kindergarten, your first employer while you were working part-time during the holidays, your very good buddy which you haven't seen for years. All this memories are slowly fading away but it will forever be a part of our memoric history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not referring to anyone in particular but generally. Suddenly it seems so hard to find that person although you know you've tried all the means available to you. Are they still there? Are they still travelling on the same road or was it just a temporarily road that time. Are you still fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come, people go.&lt;br /&gt;People live, people die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that meeting was a mistake that's why we might never meet again. Even if we do meet again, I might not have remembered who you are anymore. Time flies, age doesn't lies. Hope you all are doing well and let's meet again before I get laid in coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not a love declaration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-7792666232807063965?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7792666232807063965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=7792666232807063965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7792666232807063965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7792666232807063965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-and-never-again.html' title='Once... and never again'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1835863735362275736</id><published>2008-10-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:39:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicle technician</title><content type='html'>Never ever in my life (even in my dream), I had visualise myself being a vehicle technician. A technician that wear coverall, go under the vehicle trying to fix some parts so that the vehicle can start moving safely on the road again. It's just so strange and weird that I'm a technician now, everyday fixing countless number of vehicles to make sure it's on road again for the drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a vehicle technician in the army. That's going to stick with me for the whole of my 2 years NS life and for the whole of my 10 years of reservist. A job which I have never visioned about is what I'm doing now. So strange. Since it's what I'm supposed to do, I will just do my job well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a technician, I get to go under vehicle more than cats. Go on top of the vehicle more frequent than birds. Tighten and loosen bolts and nuts more than I eat peanuts. Sit directly on top of the engine more than I sit inside the vehicle. Step harder on the accelerator than I stepping DDR or cockroach. Open vehicle door more than I open my house door. Turn on the ignition to start the engine more than I get turned-on by pornographic material. Use saw dust to clean up spilled oil more than I play with sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really sad being a vehicle technician because you see spoilt things everyday. For some unknown reason, there bound to be vehicles requiring repair work everyday. Sometimes I really wonder is it that the vehicles are lousy or the drivers are lousy. Maybe it's us technicians are lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the demoralising days (and more coming ahead), I've actually learnt quite alot from being a vehicle technician. It's like going for extra courses out there and acquire a new skill. I never knew how to start engine, how to top up engine oil, how to on the signal lights, how to activate the gearbox, how the clutch works, how come steering wheel can turn and turn and turn and turn, how to dismantle an engine, how to do a complete servicing for the vehicle. Although I'm not the selected few who get the chance to go for driving course (which they will learn another skill), I got selected for the leadership course. I won't comment much on that course though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I learn something new while doing the repair works on the vehicles. There's simply just too much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For vehicle technicians, we are dealing with chemically treated oils while for combatants, they are playing with soil and mud from the Mother Earth. Which is better for health and for skin? You decide. Maybe it's time to realise that being a technician is as risky as running and crawling up and down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are thinking I'm wrong, I will say that you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle technician, proud to be one. But that's not going to be my career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1835863735362275736?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1835863735362275736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1835863735362275736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1835863735362275736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1835863735362275736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/vehicle-technician.html' title='Vehicle technician'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3778447850689113078</id><published>2008-07-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:33:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting people</title><content type='html'>Nokia, connecting people. What a success by Nokia, now everyone is connected. Be it you are travelling in a fast moving underground train or up high at the tallest building, you are connected. Isn't it amazing. More than 99% of Singapore is covered with networks that allow you to start talking the moment you press dial on your phone. Most of our shopping malls are even equipped with free wireless network so you can get online on the go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecting people; people are connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is a bad thing. Not really very bad until I want to demolish the whole telecommunication networks but it just has its bad points. Being a bias writer, I shall only discuss the bad points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more than 100% mobile phone ownership in Singapore (6 years back, it was only like 85%), we are expected to be connected all the time. If someone tries to call you for alot of time yet you are not contactable, you will be labelled as "got handphone but no use". That is one thing I really don't like about handphone. Why must I be on standby all the time waiting for calls? Why can't I have my own privacy time without people disturbing me from my peace? If there's really an urgent need to find me (ie emergency), leave me a message! Well, how often do I get emergency call? Most of the time it's just normal talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how do people in the ancient time (1990s) stay in contact with one another. Yes I know there's pager but that's in the later half of the 90s. Do people sit beside the public payphone talking to their friend while enjoying their mug of Tiger Beer at the coffee shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of pager already bring trouble for the people. Well, if you are too young, never seen one before and wondering what's a pager, I'm in the mood to explain it. It's basically a small piece of hardware around the size of one poker card which you carry it around in your pocket or clip it to your waist. HAHA. It used to be so fashionable to clip it at your waist (to show off of course). When your pagers rings, it means someone is looking for you and it will display the number of the caller. You then proceed to a nearby payphone and call back the person. BEEP BEEP.... RING! Connected. Should you want to know more, feel free to ask your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time to enjoy my own privacy okay? At times, I just don't feel like to be online in MSN (not appear offline, just totally off my messenger). Why should I tell the whole world that I've turned on my computer and I'm now connected to the Internet. There are also times when I just want a quiet walk or cycle around my neighbourhood without anybody disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it becoming a norm for people to own a device to get themself connected to the world instead of it once being labelled as just a fashion item? Is staying connected really that important? Can't we have the option to remain un-contactable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, let's keep in touch but not connected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3778447850689113078?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3778447850689113078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3778447850689113078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3778447850689113078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3778447850689113078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/connecting-people.html' title='Connecting people'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3521462459577145935</id><published>2008-07-25T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:18:00.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transport woes</title><content type='html'>Sad. Transport cost in Singapore is always on the rise. Never once has it go the other way. Living in Singapore needs alot of cents (and sense). Not only the cost of private transport is affected, public transport such as bus, taxi and MRT are affected too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try by Singapore to increase the price of everything just to show the world that our standard of living has improved. Singapore is the 6th richest country in the world. (Is it 5th already? I thought I read it somewhere but can't find the article now.) Indirectly, this is good news to us Singaporean but it's also bad news for the poorer community. As the famous quote goes, "the rich gets richer while the poor gets poorer". Is Singapore getting rich because of the rich getting richer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really frustrating that the stupid transport cost keep rising without any major improvement in the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the rocketing price of petrol and diesel that directly affects motorist. My friends who drive complains daily about the rising petrol price. They are just pushing up the price for no big reason. It's like some company or organisation is controlling the price. Look! There's still plenty of oil reserve (though it's decreasing - duh) so there's no reason that the price should rise until this scary amount of $2+ per litre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diesel isn't any better. It once used to be a cheaper choice of oil but now, no more. It is almost on par with petrol price now. No wonder taxi companies are starting to charge 30 cents extra for diesel. As far as I know, taxi drivers are still enjoying a subsidised rate of diesel price. So why the extra 30 cents charge? Just to force us commuters to pay more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNG aka compressed natural gas price is rising too. People used to buy CNG powered cars because of its cheaper alternative. Now government wants to charge extra tax for CNG too. Time for us to go Orchard Road and riot? Pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public transport isn't spared too. Enough about taxi. Bus prices is always on the rise. The bus company will submit a proposal to the relevant authority about their price hike plan. Without fail, their proposal always get approved. It's just an action for the people to see. They are all under one big family, of course they will favour each other. Do we get better bus frequencies? I think it's the same. Are peak hour bus still crowded? No would be the answer when the moon stop rotating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT. The worst. Perhaps it's the place where the ugly side of Singaporeans is shown. The rise in transport fee is as fast as bullet train yet our train is not even moving fast enough. The only fast thing about MRT is the buidling of railway and EZ-Link enabled fare gate. I hereby suggest that MRT should travel at a speed of about 30%-50% faster than the current speed. The frequency of the train's arrival should improve by 1 minute too. My wonderful suggestion will sure help to ease the jam in MRT during peak hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Ben complained that his 5 years old son being forced to pay adult fare because he is well above 0.9m. Note: children below 0.9m travels for free. What about children that are early bloomer like my friend's son case? His son is towering slightly above 1m at just the age of 5. Thus, the adult fare. Isn't it strange? Maybe it's time our Singapore train providers start to revise this theory and re-engineer everything. Nowadays kids are growing faster than we can grasp. I understand that there is a special type of EZ-Link card which you can apply for oversized children. It's not publicly advertised nor the form is easily available. Only when you &lt;s&gt;feedbacked&lt;/s&gt; complaint to them then they will give you the form after a long procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ugly Singaporeans parading themselves in train. Oh before moving &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; train, let's start from the platform. Are Singaporeans so blind that they can't stand behind the yellow line, queueing orderly to board the train? Or is it that they can't read arrows? Bloody idiots blocking the train making fellow commuteres unable to alight at their destination smoothly. When the train arrives, they will start scanning inside the train for all the possible seats. Aunties would then whisper to their friend on which seat to hunt for when the door opens. Strategy game is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic "train door". For some very unknown reason, it's either you get a seat comfortably or you would be glued to the door fearing that the door would vanish. You scared cannot exit because the train is too full if you move inside? Open your damn mouth and say "excuse me". Singaporeans are easily excused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the good thing if you asked. But most Singaporeans just don't ask. For example, they need a seat but that seat is occupied by someone else's bag. How? They would either grumble from the beginning of the journey to the end of the journey. Another alternative is to secretly take a photo of it (with heart pounding at 191 beats per minute for fear being noticed) and post it online. Mouth got stitched is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's good example of mouth usage too. I've personally seen two case of people asking for seat from another passenger. It's obvious that they need the seat very much that's why they asked. For both case, they are given the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My online friend A30A538C98931355AEEB6483CDE0F732 (name is encrypted because he doesn't wants to be named), everyday without fail, would send me SMSes on the unpleasant encounter he had in the MRT. I can understand his frustration but nothing I can do but exclaim the fact that we are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this post comes to an end, we are left with two unsolved issues.&lt;br /&gt;1. The ever rising price of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;2. The never rising intelligence of public commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3521462459577145935?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3521462459577145935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3521462459577145935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3521462459577145935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3521462459577145935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/transport-woes.html' title='Transport woes'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6637888893531046179</id><published>2008-07-06T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:29:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Have you heard about the 2012 prophecy? If not, maybe it's time you should start &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=2012+prophecy"&gt;searching&lt;/a&gt; and read about it. Definitely, it's not a new movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the Mayan prophecy about year 2012 come true? Is 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Dec 2012 (21-12-2012) really the last day for us? So what if the prophecy is true? What can we do to survive this unknown yet greatest disaster threat to mankind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to discuss about the 2012 prophecy in details. However, I believe that whether we get to see the sunrise on 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Dec 2012 or not, we won't get to live long either. Can't you really sense that the Earth is falling apart? The development of technology and degrading of environment is so fast that we can't even grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclone Nargis on 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; May 2008 at Myanmar (Burma).&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake on 12&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; May 2008 at Si Chuan (China).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, so many people died in just two natural disasters. So many people weeped. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think and wonder, is this a warning for us? If we don't start doing anything to save the Earth, we will all soon be gone for good. No number of heros in such disaster is enough to save everyone. Of course, earthquake and cyclone can be explained using science but it can't be predicted. The fastest action we could take is to evacuate before it his us in the face. But, must we really start taking preventive action after something happened? Why can't we try to prevent and stop it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start saving the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the Mayan prophecy about 2012 is true or not, we got to start saving the Earth to save ourself. No one is out there in the universe to save us. Human beings is the cleverest and most advanced living thing in the whole universe. We create and invent things, we kill and destroy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the business and advertisments focusing and tapping on the recycling business now, it's more of a trend than a habit. People see the fact of bringing recycle bag as a trend more than a job to save the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Gaia. Save Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saving Gaia advertisment produced by Mediacorp that aired on TV &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=24908"&gt;caused alot of disagreements&lt;/a&gt;. Luckily, there's still people like me around who understand the message driven behind this whole video. It's not just about violence, it's about Earth's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012, 4 more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6637888893531046179?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6637888893531046179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6637888893531046179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6637888893531046179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6637888893531046179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1795634296257048520</id><published>2008-05-13T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:30:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#413839"&gt;P.S. This post is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; targetted at any friend or any other &lt;i&gt;senior financial services director&lt;/i&gt; that has MBA and/or PhD. It's just something I have in mind and wanted to blog it out generally in reference to certain people that fit the criteria.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I must say that I have this very huge and lucky opportunity to meet a very big shot guy in the financial industry. At first, he seems nice. NONO! Doesn't mean he's not nice later. Just that the first impression of him gives me a good feeling. He's cool, open to conversation, straight forward, easy to get-along with and enjoy his work. That's something everyone would respect. Afterall, respect is to be earned. Say, he worked hard in his career to earn the respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of the whole meeting is not to have dinner and get him or my friend to pay for my drinks. It's to let me know more about financial planning and how his company can help me grow my surplus savings into a big pool of wealth through investments. Actually, I'm also not very sure about how the company is doing it because the bush is too big. Need some time to beat around it. In fact, he's trying to set my mood and thinking into "saving plans" and trying to understand how much I earn, spend and save a month; am I owing a debt life, a spend-what-I-earn life or thrifty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; (maybe my thinking doesn't relates to his), I answered his questions and give my utmost attention to him. Whenever he or his female colleague is giving the talk, I'm thinking and processing all the words. Or do I look I'm daydreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not how I should behave! Or at least this is not what he wants. I should act like a "potential" client asking relevant questions like "how much can I save", "how can you help me", "what is the long term benefits" or even "when can I start saving with your company". Hey come on! Must I really ask these kind of questions to show my "eager-ness"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, this man is interesting (did I mention he's interesting earlier). He told me that as long as you have enough money to spend and have no relationship problem, you are a &lt;font color="gold"&gt;happy&lt;/font&gt; person. Of course, he self-proclaimed that he's a happy person because he has no relationship problem and he has the spending power to afford a pond as big as a 3-room flat for his favourite fishes and having an income of $50K a month. Should I envy and go "wa...." because my poor cat is living in a 4-room flat with human warmness and my income is less than 1% of his? Oh well, that makes him a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NOW I KNOW THE WORD! &lt;B&gt;ENTHUSIASM&lt;/B&gt;! Throughout the conversation, I think I lacked of this key factor. So he abruptly ended the whole meeting saying that I'm not open to his concept and saving plans (did he even mention of any plans). He even commented that I wasted his one hour of time talking to me. Which is why I said he's nice in the first place because he didn't forget helping his female colleague to reprimand me of wasting the one hour. Gentleman! Seriously, I can't change the way he thinks and the way I do things. If he can't accept it, too bad. Too bad, my potential to be his client is not potential enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I think the the one hour conversation with him is an interesting and meaningful one. I learnt a few things but I don't know how to spell out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a graph on his paper (which of course he thinks I'm drawing nonsense). The graph goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/30lyuea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I read about an article on a recent finding that, from 0 to 20 years old, you are a happy person, this explains the steady rise in the x-axis. From 20 to 50 years old, your happiness decreases at the point where you are the most un-happy at 40 years old. After 50 years old, you start to enjoy life, that's the time where you start to feel happy and continue to feel happy until you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that professional financial planner is a "happy" person (or so he claim), why did he just walk away unhappily with an unhappy mood? That's not a "happy" person should be doing! Is he lying to me about his "happiness"? Well, I can't judge about that because I'm not him. Maybe he's really happy doing such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm partially at fault but sorry I can't change. Not all clients are the same right? Maybe some people just can't accept the way I am. It's my way. I think I'm okay so I'm not changing. I'm just very sorry that you find it hard to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That female colleague of his' is actually my friend. To sum up, I would like to apologize for making the meeting ended up so abruptly and embarassingly (is there such a word). I don't know if I'm wasting your time or not but at least let me feel bad for spoiling the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not angry with you (hope you are not angry with me too), anyone or anything. We are still friends! Wish you all the best in your career! Afterall, how can there be another friend as joyful as Joy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1795634296257048520?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1795634296257048520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1795634296257048520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1795634296257048520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1795634296257048520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/open.html' title='Open?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/30lyuea_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2034785465892147031</id><published>2008-05-03T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:37:33.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog on book!</title><content type='html'>Right, this is interesting I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to publish my blog entries into a book. Of course, it's not that my blog is so interesting that people will want to buy it and read it on the bus journey to work. It's because of personal interest of course. Everything of my things, the things I do, start with personal interest. Needless to say, I don't expect anyone to buy it because my blog entries isn't that fantastic for people to read. If anyone do really buy it, I will say thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spice things up, I plan to add some unpublished entries into my book. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the book be published? Not so soon. Everything is still in planning stage. I'm still waiting for my test-book to arrive and evaluate the quality first. Won't be quite bad I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in publishing your book, check out &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blurb&lt;/a&gt;. A service to create, publish and sell your book. No, I don't earn money from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2034785465892147031?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2034785465892147031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2034785465892147031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2034785465892147031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2034785465892147031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-on-book.html' title='Blog on book!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1427724914290472909</id><published>2008-03-20T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:42:00.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial... Harmony?</title><content type='html'>Sensitive topic. Always wanted to write about it but can't find a good way to approach it for fear it will spark a war and end up getting myself into trouble. A little spark can start a big fire. But now, I've found a peaceful way to write it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a discussion on this topic (Racial Harmony) and then one of my friends suddenly said something very true. "There's no racial harmony in Singapore, there's only racial tolerance." How interesting and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really "harmony" among all the races in Singapore? I won't say no but it's not a 100% confirmed "yes" either. Citing all the racist joke such as "you can't see an Indian at night" or "Chinese are dirty pigs". Obviously, those who make such comments are the retarded ones. They are the one who spoils our racial harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great Malay friends to begin with. They know our Chinese culture and we know their Malay way of living. We respect their values and beliefs while they understand our tradition. Maybe "respect" is a better word for "tolerance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ask yourself, are you giving "respect" for the other races in Singapore or simply "tolerating" them? For example, the Malay wedding and the Chinese funeral wake at the bottom of the void deck. Are we respecting our fellow Singaporeans or simply tolerating it and trying to ignore it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in a group of discussion where the majority is of another race. Do they talk in a universal language and get you involved? Now turn the table around and ask yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the race (in Singapore, of course) that appears to be the least harmonious? Why? Sometimes, it's just that they might be the majority at a certain period of undefined time. Then they will start talking, laughing and mocking people from other races. Is it only when you are the minority then you will feel the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial tolerance? I think it's true when my friend says "there's no racial harmony in Singapore, there's only racial tolerance." What to do? I don't know. Everyone just need to be a little bit more considerate for the other racial group, maybe tolerance will soon become harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be a racial riot again? What if we can't tolerate anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1427724914290472909?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1427724914290472909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1427724914290472909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1427724914290472909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1427724914290472909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/racial-harmony.html' title='Racial... Harmony?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5941294787650767025</id><published>2008-03-03T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:01:48.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Objective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this entry, you should be able to:&lt;br /&gt;- know more about me&lt;br /&gt;- ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Time for some very random facts about me, Jerry Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jerry, yes "Jerry" is my official name as printed in my NRIC and birth certificate. It's not a name I've given myself. Yes, I'm very proud of my name that's why I don't like people to call me wrongly. I am not "Jeremy" or "Jeffery", my name is simply JERRY. Where's Tom? People often asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 22 years old this year. Born in the year of Tiger, I'm not fierce but at times, I can get really nasty and hot tempered. Stubborn is my nature. Birthday is on 5th May (0505), my favourite number is 5. Is a lazy taurus. Enjoy rotting around waiting to decompose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have poor color sense, that's why my clothing always don't match. Maybe that's the reason why I do badly for art too. My favourite color is colors that are bright. For example, &lt;font color="pink"&gt;pink&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="orange"&gt;orange&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;yellow&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font color="white"&gt;White&lt;/font&gt; is a good color too because of its simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating is a blessing. I like to eat and I love to eat. I'm not very particular about food as I'm not an expert. As long as the food is delicious, it's something my mouth would bite into and chew. However, there's one type of food that I would definitely avoid. Fish. Fish is disgusting and taste horrible! Simply cannot stand fish whether it's fried, boiled or steamed. The only fish I eat would only be fishball and fishcake. Favourite food would be local delicacy rather than foregin meals. Would prefer chicken rice, char kuay tiao, fried hokkien mee and roti prata to sushi or chicken chop. I'm easily contended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't like to study, I like to read the newspaper. Reading newspaper is good you know? It keeps yourself updated on the latest happening around the world. The problem with newspaper is that they are too big thus making it heavy to hold in the hand. That's why I prefer to read those small size newspaper. Reading is art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is art too. I like listening to music. Be it noisy songs from Linkin Park or soothing piece from piano, they are all music to my ears. Honestly, I don't like love songs. Most Chinese songs in the mainstream market nowadays are simply failure. They are either about "I-love-you" song or "break-up" song. Jay Chou is different. Yes, Jay Chou is my idol. English song isn't any better, meaningless lyrics most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't call myself a technical geek but I enjoy reading up on the latest techical stuff. It's amazing to see what are the new technologies in mobile phone, what is the "1080" in HD means and more. Fun too to install and try out various new software and then recommend to friend if it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love photography but I never thought of being a professional photographer or make a living through photography. It's just an interest I guess. Seeing things through my eyes from my camera's lens is great especially when I share it on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wongjunhao/" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. Instead, I do dream of being a movie director. I wanted to study digital media for my polytechic course but my parents disapprove saying it's of "no future". Being a director is just a dream, so let it stay as a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of having a family of my own, sitting on the bench of my garden in my house, eating breakfast with my children and wife. Haiz~ Unknown to many, I had a girlfriend when I was in secondary school. She's a Japanese from.... Japan. Know her through an online forum. Break up because she has to leave Singapore to Japan. Long distance relationship doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me list out some of the things I've bought which deserved to be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spalding Infusion basketball&lt;br /&gt;- Costs me about $96 after the discount from the Great Singapore Sales. It's the oldest version. What's so special about this basketball is that it has a built-in pump so that when the air pressure in the ball is low, just use the built-in pump to pump up the pressure instead of searching around for a manual pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Creative ZEN MP3 player (4GB)&lt;br /&gt;- My first ever MP3 player. Bought it for $269. Must admit that the price is expensive but the sound quality, picture quality and battery life is damn good. 4GB is more than enough for me as I have used only about 3GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Adidas ClimaCool shoes&lt;br /&gt;- I must be insane to spend about $120 just for a pair of shoes. What attracted me to buy this pair of shoe is the new ClimaCool technology that airs your feet as you wear it. It's also the very first version. It's almost spoil now. Time to save money to buy a new pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Infernal Affairs trilogy limited edition DVDs&lt;br /&gt;- Bought it the moment I saw it, on the spot. The package comes with 8 DVDs, one calendar poster, one booklet of photos and some scripts. The casing is nice too. Not forgetting that the DVDs are remastered to ensure the highest possible quality in terms of audio and video. Didn't regret spending $130 on this box set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Panasonic DVD recorder&lt;br /&gt;- Simply put it, it's a device that records TV programs directly to DVD. Seldomly used but it's good to have it. Bought it at a sales at only $70. Good deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite spending so much money on these things, I don't consider myself wasting money. I only spend on things that are worth the money. I'm not like some typical teenagers that spend money on hair, clothes or SMSes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stupid although I always give people the impression that I am. I just don't want to be clever. Sometimes, somethings, I just pretend not to know. I enjoy tricking people and playing with people's mind; making them think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet most of the time, I'm actually studying people. Trying to think what they are thinking and trying to figure out what will be their next action. Study you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports? When was the last time I play sports? LOL. I support cycling and basketball. Soccer is not my type. No, I don't consider bowling and snooker sports. I don't like them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person that yearns for fame or recognition. Whatever things I do, it's either for my own good or out of my own free will. If you like what I'm doing, thanks. If you don't like my ways of presenting things, then too bad. There bound to be someone out there somewhere who appreciates my work. Don't criticise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you want to know about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5941294787650767025?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5941294787650767025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5941294787650767025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5941294787650767025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5941294787650767025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-facts-about-me.html' title='Random facts about me'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-7651123895109958146</id><published>2008-02-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:03:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Khalil</title><content type='html'>Sad moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In army camp, you are a good Platoon IC and well liked by everyone in the platoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside army life, you are a good friend to talk and chat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, somethings can't be helped. It's fate that we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I woke up late hence missing out your funeral wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed by us, your platoon mates, your instructors, your family and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, my dear friend, Khalil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-7651123895109958146?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7651123895109958146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=7651123895109958146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7651123895109958146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7651123895109958146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip-khalil.html' title='RIP Khalil'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-7029719910571498428</id><published>2008-02-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:48:51.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend wanted. 1 position only.</title><content type='html'>HI! I'm a 22 year old male looking for a special companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are...&lt;br /&gt;- cute&lt;br /&gt;- not taller than 1.65m&lt;br /&gt;- between 13 to 17 years old&lt;br /&gt;- a non-smoker and non-drinker&lt;br /&gt;- able to tolerate my nonsense and joke&lt;br /&gt;- not having any tattoo&lt;br /&gt;- don't have any facial hair or armpit hair&lt;br /&gt;- chinese or japanese&lt;br /&gt;- looking for love too&lt;br /&gt;- virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to contact me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need not be...&lt;br /&gt;- rich&lt;br /&gt;- tall&lt;br /&gt;- slim&lt;br /&gt;- pretty&lt;br /&gt;- clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 position only.&lt;br /&gt;Apply by sending your personal particulars to &lt;a href="mailto:inhixcode@gmail.com"&gt;inhixcode [at] gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-7029719910571498428?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7029719910571498428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=7029719910571498428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7029719910571498428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7029719910571498428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/girlfriend-wanted-1-position-only.html' title='Girlfriend wanted. 1 position only.'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1359412539662545628</id><published>2008-01-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:47:23.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no GOOD SERVICES but still pay TAX (GST)</title><content type='html'>29 years later after gaining independence, Singapore government decide to introduce GST on 1 April 1996. Everyone complains but still has to pay the 3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years later on 1 January 2003, GST increased to 4%. Everyone complains but still pay the 4%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a year later, it's raised to 5%. Complain also no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1 July 2007, GST is at a high fly of 7%! It's something we got to accept but the increase in GST doesn't show any improvement in &lt;B&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;ervice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GST, short for Goods and Services Tax, is included in almost everything we paid except a few items such as residential property. Yes, we paid for the "goods" (items) we received. What about the "services"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the GST only concerns about "goods" but not "services"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the recent cases of MRT breakdown. Everytime there's a MRT failure, there will be a huge mass of crowds getting loss for they don't know what to do because the MRT staff also don't know what to do. After the constant increase in transport fare, why are we still getting such low class service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time we pay only 3.5% GST because "service" is not provided up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT fare rise, breakdown rates rises too.&lt;br /&gt;Bus fare rise, frequency and customer satisfaction didn't rise.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi fare rise, yet some taxis still doesn't accept card payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to bring too much cash with me when I go out. With only my cards and very little cash, I got to wave and board a taxi with caution. If the taxi doesn't accept card, I'm in trouble. World class service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good suggestion from me, make EZ-Link card a form of payment for taxi fare too. EZ-Link card is suppose to be a nation-wide card that allows payment to be make easily and contactless. Why is it only a few places other than buses and MRTs are accepting EZ-Link card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observed a restaurant bill before? 10% service charge, then another 7% GST on top of the service charge. What are we thinking? Doesn't the 7% GST includes "services"? Why are we double paying? Oh, the "services" from the GST is for the government while the 10% service charge is for the restaurant. Yes, we pay the 10% service charge even if the service of the staff is not up to standard. The price on the menu is not what you will be paying eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why must we pay for so much "services" when we aren't exactly offered the services worth the money? Is it because we Singapore customers are stupid and are willing to fork out the extra money? Is it time we start to use the "tipping" system again if we like the service? Forcing innnocent us to pay for ridiculous services is not the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 100% increment in GST in 13 years. It's high time the government gives us an explanation and show us the exact "services" they are refering to. Give the really poor families some hope, don't wait till someone jumps onto the MRT track then everyone starts helping. Pay more attention to the needs of the people. Don't just answer "yes yes" when there's an election. Try experience being a normal Singaporean instead of sitting in the office almost everyday and being ferried around in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, being a government offical is not easy. Alot of brain power and paper works need to be done and sort out daily. It's just that sometimes we don't understand why government rarely discuss problem with us and joins Singaporean in discussion. Decision passed down from the government and we have no choice but to follow it. Do we have a say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Singaporeans have alot to say. Does the government has alot to say too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more GST increment until we see the GOOD SERVICE first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1359412539662545628?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1359412539662545628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1359412539662545628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1359412539662545628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1359412539662545628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-good-services-but-still-pay-tax-gst.html' title='no GOOD SERVICES but still pay TAX (GST)'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-8795056598329292770</id><published>2008-01-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:11:22.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclist at losing end</title><content type='html'>Reading the newspaper these days about how selfish Singaporeans want cyclist who cycles on pedestrain path to get fined is heating me. It's obviously an act of selfishness and how suprisingly newspaper still prints it. Maybe it's to let the whole Singapore knows who are the "bad eggs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it those who hate cyclist are non-cyclist? Non-cyclist as in they don't cycle often, not that they "don't know how to cycle". I could be right at the fact that non-cyclist are stirring things up, wasting the precious time of the newspaper editors and their ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so bad about sharing your walking path way with a cyclist? Is it really that hard to move aside when you hear the bell rings? Or is it you always walk on the middle of the path and your legs have problem turning side way? All the excuses about cyclist cycling too fast that someone (pregnant woman, children, elderly) nearly got knock down is just too ridiculously funny. Good attempt in your fantasy story creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclist cannot cycle on road? Stop suggesting this idea or, soon, cyclist will be make to buy COE and pay road tax. Vehicles on road are subjected to road tax in case you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you selfish people just want more cyclist to get into accident on the road so that you can STOMP it or YouTube it. Blame it on this group of selfish pedestrain for the increase of bicycle accidents on road. Now, are they trying to shift the blame to the cyclist or the motorist for the accidents? But before that, they will argue about cyclist injuring pedestrains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is more servere, fatal and life threatening? Cyclist gets hit by monsterous vehicle or pedestrains getting hit by bicycle? I believe those with basic IQ and general common sense will know the answer. The issue here is about lowering the risk of injuries and getting everyone to travel around safely. Sadly, some people just don't care. They have the thinking that a little metal-framed bicycle with only 2 tiny wheels that has no motor mechanism can cause serious injuries to a pedestrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You argue the fact that cyclist should only cycle at cycling track since it's built for the obvious reason. I can't agree less but that "obvious reason" is not really obvious for some pedestrains. Why do I see pedestrains from all walk of life strolling down the cycling track which it's suppose to be used by cyclist? If cyclist can't use pedestrain path, why can pedestrain walk on cycling track? Isn't this a lose-lose situation for cyclist? How about a $50 fine for pedestrains who use the cycling path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite lucky to be living in Tampines where the government is testing out the plan to let cyclist and pedestrains share the same path. Of course it will be a success. Sharing good things while avoiding bad things (accidents) can't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only everyone is more gracious towards everyone, wouldn't it be better? Pedestrains sharing the path way with cyclist. Singapore has racial harmony, maybe it's time we have travelling harmony for non-motorist travellers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-8795056598329292770?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8795056598329292770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=8795056598329292770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8795056598329292770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8795056598329292770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/cyclist-at-losing-end.html' title='Cyclist at losing end'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3644045969444048007</id><published>2008-01-05T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:40:56.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body engine</title><content type='html'>Like any other vehicles, the most important part is perhaps the engine. A car without engine or faulty engine can't move (unless you push it or drag it). The easiest way to repair an engine is to change the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as our human body, the most important part is our heart. Our heart pumps blood with oxygen to every part of our body. Perhaps our heart is the only few organs in our body that works non-stop from the day you are in your mum's womb. It beats and pumps faithfully, working for you without complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the problem came in. We abuse our body, abuse our heart. Just like the Chinese believe, all sickness comes in from the mouth; the food we eat. High calories french fries, high sodium instant noodle and high cholestrol pork chop. Who really cares about healthy lifestyle and check the nutrition table of the food packaging before buying. As long as it's delicious (and cheap), buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not always the case. Our fragile heart can just surrenders and give up on us anytime. Yes, I'm sad that MC King dies. If you are a local Singaporean, I'm sure you have heard of this comedian MC King (not his real name of course). He just passed away yesterday at the age of 40. What's wrong? Body engine not working right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me worries about life, it's so fragile. Life can end just so unexpectedly. One moment up, one moment down. Maybe that's the ups and downs of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my chest pain. My chest pain problem is not something I've talked about in my blog so this will be the first. According to doctor's preliminary tests, my chest problem is not related to my heart. That's something to feel "lucky" about. It has been happening for about 5 or 6 years now. Don't know, don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my chest pain problem has worsen since enlisting into NS. I know, &lt;i&gt;some people&lt;/i&gt; will think that I'm just trying to "chao keng" through the training. I'm not. You people don't bloody judge me and come to just random conclusion. If you have random chest pain that disturbs your life even when you are not exercising, then you will know how terrible is it. Every attack, even minor ones, will makes you think whether you are going to survive it or not. Something I'm afraid of most, death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some of my better buddies will know me. Whenever I have an attack, be it minor or major, they are always there to help me. Especially my unlucky bed buddy who has to drag me for the 12km route march as I'm really not feeling well. I endured, but I think he endured more than me. Alot of buddies also came to my aid when I'm in need of help. Many thanks to them; I will surely remember you for your act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my course of BMT, I've seen alot of people who purposely wanted to be "unhealthy". People who purposely make themself ill and report sick just to skip lessons. You know? I despise you! You are healthy, you can go command school (SISPEC/OCS) yet you choose to be a weakling. Wait till one day when you are really unfit or ill, then you will start to treasure your life and health. Oh well, humans are lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about treasuring my life and health, I try to take charge of my life. I don't drink alcholic stuffs and smoke for fear my body can't take it anymore. Self-control. Healthy people wants to be unhealthy by abusing their body. As much as I can, I try to eat things that is not too unhealthy by choosing the healthier choice. Of course, I'm just a human. Sometimes, I can't resist the delicious KFC or mouth-watering ice-cream. At least it's not something I eat often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there is no main topic in my mind when writing this entry. This entry is very general. But in my conclusion, the thing I would like to say is... CHERISH YOUR LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have more than enough life to squander away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3644045969444048007?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3644045969444048007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3644045969444048007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3644045969444048007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3644045969444048007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/body-engine.html' title='Body engine'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5079293562248486686</id><published>2007-12-29T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:44:54.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brat Camp China</title><content type='html'>One day, your child will hate you... for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something which you think it's good for your child but in the end, is it really good? Is your child benefitting from it? Will it have any side effects? No time to think. You &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; it's good so you just force your child to go through it. Regret it when you realise it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents just like to send their child to various places to learn various things of their personal interest. But do they care about their child's interest? Or the parents are simply too lazy to think through it. You like piano because of Mozart doesn't mean your kid like piano. Child's interest neglected. The thing they want might not be of utmost important anymore because everything is decided by the parents in hierarchy ranking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's general. Specifically, I'm refering to the documentary Brat Camp China. Link to the official website airing it: &lt;a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com.au/watch/program_details.aspx?id_program=1756" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nationalgeographic.com.au/watch/program_details.aspx?id_program=1756&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are being forced to attend the "walking school" by their cunning parents to re-form their child. Parents would lie to their child saying they are going for an outing but they are actually sending their child for hell. Parents also signed a form agreeing that the camp authorities can use any form of punishment on the children. Children as young as the tender age of 8 to 15, both boys and girls, are being forced to march a jaw-dropping distance of 800km. If you think route march in SAF is insane, spare a thought for the kid. Reform the kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not the parents go for training school on how to teach their kid? They are just trying to push the responsibility away of being an adult parents. In their mind, they are just not ready to have a child yet it's already too late. Who's fault is it? 养不严，父之过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through all this hardship, tough punishments and insane treatment, do you think the child will be better? I don't think so. One day, your child will hate you... for life. For at least I will if I'm the victim of the camp. I will make sure my parents knows exactly what I've gone through. One day when they are old, I'll drive them to a remote forest and dump them there and provide them with meals. If they want me to take care of them, walk back 800km to find me. Perhaps then they will understand that love and discipline is not something to be forced off. It's something you teach and earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone uploaded a video on YouTube on Brat Camp China. Go watch it if you are interested: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5lUPDM6ljsE" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=5lUPDM6ljsE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China, a country full of surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5079293562248486686?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5079293562248486686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5079293562248486686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5079293562248486686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5079293562248486686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/brat-camp-china.html' title='Brat Camp China'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-4456807758991023935</id><published>2007-12-22T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:51:09.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat</title><content type='html'>I have a pet.&lt;br /&gt;It is a cat.&lt;br /&gt;It is female.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true, I have a pet cat living with me. She has been with me for about 5 years. Wonderful she is, terror she is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother brought her home one night while I was sleeping. Strangely, my mum didn't have any major objections. It's the first time we have a non-human living thing moving around our house. It's really a different and new experience. At first, we are really not used to it. We are afraid that we will accidentally stepped on it because it's too small. It's so small that she will slip through the hole on the door and wander outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing strange about this dear cat. She likes to wander outside the house along the corridor. She will hide among the bicycle parked outside the house, lie down in the drain to see whether she can fit in or not, roll on the cement floor, play with our neighbour's broom and many other strange actions. But, when she hears foot step sound of people coming down the stairs, she would then dash back home in the fastest possible speed. Yes, she's afraid of strangers. Strangely too, she won't leave us. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when we accidentally closed the door leaving her outside alone because we thought the cat is in the house. After about 10 minutes, we heard someone knocking (or banging) the door so I go take a look. No one. Looking down, it's Dawn, the cat. Amazingly, she knows how to "knock" the door wanting to come back home. Who say cat is stupid, they know alot of things too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only cats know how to recognize their home, they know the time too. Or only my cat knows the time. After spending the whole day time sleeping, we will wake up at 10pm and bug us for food. Not early not late but 10pm. She also recognize some simple words such as "来" (lai - meaning come in chinese) and her name "Dawn". It's especially useful when she's hungry. Besides that, she can recognize everyone of us and know us well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when my grandma walks to her sleeping area with a chair, she knows that it's time to cut her paw's nail. When my mum walks into my room, she will immediately jumped down from the bed and sneak away because she knows that she's not allowed on my bed. If my father is at home, she won't dare to enter the master room. When some strangers (gas delivery man or someone whom she never seen before) knocks the door and/or enters the house, she will be hiding under the sofa peeking. Timid cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we brought home another cat because it's hungry. After feeding her it with some cat food, an idea struck. Make the two cats befriend each other. The new cat (or say kitten) is more outgoing whereas my Dawn is damn aggressive. Dawn nearly scratched the little kitten for lucky we stop it in time. Maybe she's worried that we will abandon her for a new cat. How would we possibly do that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, after so many trouble created by this cat, after so many innconvience caused by this cat, after so many times and moments, how could we abandon her? She's already part of our life, part of our family. Whenever we are taking family potrait, she must join us too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like people always ask, "what are you going to do if she dies". Other than crying and browsing through her photos and videos, I don't know how to handle dead cat. Should I bury her somewhere under a tree, leave her to rot in the open public, dump her down the rubbish chute, burn it or eat it. What's the proper way to handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PET IS NOT A TOY. If you own it, you have to be responsible for it for the rest of its life. It may be annoying, irritating, frustrating and time consuming but think of the first time you adopt it. Why did you choose to adopt it in the first place? Regret is too late an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my pet cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bonus, here's a little photo of my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY75DAL2Zo0/R2zvQUBRWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jKQ0WGWyeDY/s400/1_465388004l.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146751537708619938"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-4456807758991023935?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4456807758991023935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=4456807758991023935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4456807758991023935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4456807758991023935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-cat.html' title='My cat'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY75DAL2Zo0/R2zvQUBRWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jKQ0WGWyeDY/s72-c/1_465388004l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-864321681853067768</id><published>2007-12-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:48:16.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>050586 anyone?</title><content type='html'>All my life, I have been searching for someone special. Someone who is born on 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; May 1986 (monday). According to the lunar calendar, it's the 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of March (三月廿七).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the 050586 babies, I'm sure all our life, we have been waiting for this day: 050505 and it's very meaningful for us. First, the digit is damn nice. It's something not many people can get except those born on 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; May. What makes it nicer is the year we are born in; 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are observant, on the day 050505, the lunar date is the same as the date we are born (三月廿七). To be able to celebrate your English birthday on the same day as your lunar birthday, it's rare. It only happens about once every 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the closest I've found is my NS friend, David, born on 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; May 1987, one year younger than me. Another close one is my polytechnic friend, Bao Fa, born on 6&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; May 1986, one day younger than me. Why no one from 050586?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling all 050586 friends, leave your contact details here. Wanna have a great chat with all the 050586. If you have friends who are born on 050586, let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I live to 050550?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-864321681853067768?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/864321681853067768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=864321681853067768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/864321681853067768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/864321681853067768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/050586-anyone.html' title='050586 anyone?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-382852877480612101</id><published>2007-12-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:15:54.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See what I see</title><content type='html'>If you have watched "SAW IV", then you will be familiar with the title "see what I see". However, this entry is rated PG instead of R21 so it's not going to discuss about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends would probably know that I love taking photographs of almost all the random things around me. Photography is my hobby but I'm not a pro at it. Taking photograph is just to remember the moment and let other see things from my point of view. That's what "see what I see" means. Put it simply, it's another way to "comprehend me" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same scenery or thing can have many different view according to different photographers because each and everyone of us see things differently. For a sunset on the beach, some would rather capture a wide view of it featuring the sun, the sea and the sky. For me, I will take a few step into the sea and capture the seaside with its sunset glory. Things will soon get boring if everyone shoot it from the same angle. See what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I don't have a decent camera that allows me to snap that moment perfectly. Still trying to make do and squeeze out all the essence from my Nokia N95. Camera from N95 is good but can't be compared to a digital camera. Got to start saving seriously if I really want to buy a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a good camera is a head start. Knowing how to use it is a plus. Photography, like any other course, is not easy to master. Starting out with learning the basic is easy but the road gets tougher. For example, you want to take a photo of spider resting on your nose or a photo of heavy downpour. Things might seem easy but it's sometimes hard to get the effect and result you visualise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my Flickr photo album to see what I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-382852877480612101?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/382852877480612101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=382852877480612101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/382852877480612101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/382852877480612101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/see-what-i-see.html' title='See what I see'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-913260678785328535</id><published>2007-11-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:18:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Blur</title><content type='html'>"Dark Blur" is a new term I came up with because I don't know the real medical name for it. It means someone who will get really blur and lost when the surrounding is dark. "Lost" in this context means mentally lost, not physically lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm have Dark Blur during field camp. When the sunsets and the place is dark, I almost can't think logically or at least concentrate. Sometimes, I will get nervous and frustrated easily. Note that I'm not scared of dark, it's different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have my (already tired out) buddy there to guide me if not I will not get the right things done at the right time. Come to think of it, he's more calm in the dark. Oh perhaps I'm the only Dark Blur guy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Dark Blur? I think it's because I'm not used to being in a very dark place. Although you still can see your fingers in the dark but it's really different from a urban area where you can see lights every 3m while walking down the streets. Makes me wonder how did I manage to lead my section through the forest during a night walk. It's not about courage, it's about BLUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have more night life to get myself used to the dark. To me, dark surrounding means sleep. Nothing else. Need to remedy my "illness" of Dark Blur if not..... I will forever be blur in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thank you, Thomas Edison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-913260678785328535?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/913260678785328535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=913260678785328535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/913260678785328535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/913260678785328535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/dark-blur.html' title='Dark Blur'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3888499462002432147</id><published>2007-10-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:17:28.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignore the world</title><content type='html'>Asforesaid, I'm a good listener. When people have problem, they confide in me, talk to me and ask me for advice. I always try my best to help them solve and overcome the problem they encounter. Most of the time, I don't really know if they find my advice useful or not. However, I really appreciate that people do talk to me about their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, who's going to listen to me when I got problem. I'm just a normal newbie adult facing problems too. On the surface I may seem fine but I'm not. I don't just go around talking about my problem. I only talk to those who are willing to listen and I feel comfortable with. It's hard to find someone to talk to, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people judge me base on the fact that I don't have problem thinking that my life is very smooth. I do have problems too you know? Sometimes I go around solving problems hoping things will turn out better for everyone but in the end, it's just the same person spoiling everything again. There's alot I wanted to say but if I say it, I will hurt and harm alot of people. Someone teach me what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't get involved too much. Getting a grip on your problems means knowing when to let go. Actually I can just ignore everything that is happening around me and pretend not to know anything. Living in my little own world of happiness instead of seeking adventure outside. The more you know, the unhappier you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehend me. How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3888499462002432147?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3888499462002432147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3888499462002432147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3888499462002432147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3888499462002432147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/ignore-world.html' title='Ignore the world'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1402885756291353421</id><published>2007-09-14T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:38:58.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-NS feelings</title><content type='html'>10.37am. After 23 hours later, I will be at Pulau Tekong's auditorium hall with a new chapter in life. Wondering how is it like and how different  it is from what I've pictured in my mind. What a wierd feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that: completed NS, few more months till completion, just POP-ed, still in Tekong, enlisting today, enlisting with me and some not really soon to be enlisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I'm pretty nervous since the begining of this week. Alot of items are bought last minute. It's completed if I didn't miss anything out. Since Monday, I have been SMS-ing, MSN-ing and making lots of phone calls to lots of people seeking opinion and advice on what to bring. Special thanks to my MapleStory buddy, Terzaghi (your name should be Jia Ming or something if I remember correctly), who answers me question by question paitently. Of course, thank you to those who got pestered by me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hearty thanks to Benny because he wrote a super long entry in his blog dedicated to me on guiding me about NS life. Thanks alot! A big pity you can't come and see me off tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I gotta stay in island Tekong for another two weeks before stepping on my mainland again. Don't worry, I won't miss my queen size bed because it's a priviledge, not a must. Television shows? Already set timer on my DVD recorder. My brother will be constantly SMS-ing me on the happenings at the world (nothing much can happen during this two weeks I guess but who knows). I might miss my N80 because it's so handy! It's like my personal assistant and mini entertaintment gadget. The most missed thing would be the Internet. Feel so lost without being connected to the world. GPRS is expensive. Hope they do have newspaper for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Zihui, I will SMS you on my first night. Won't be turning on my phone often; just fly me a SMS so I can read it. In order to save my battery's stamina, please pardon me if I don't reply your SMS. I will only bring one spare battery in as handphone battery is darn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss my family members? Perhaps. Used to see their face everyday. Will I miss my little "bird cage" home? Perhaps. It's my shelther. What else will I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't have officer(s) that behaved like untamed beast as if his mother is a wild boar. Also pray that my mates are not the type that got possessed by 7-years-old kid and start doing childish act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost story. I'm a fan of it but I never spread it because I never like spreading rumours. Just treat it as another story. Afterall, which place in Singapore is not haunted. Shall not comment too much regarding it as a form of resect which is why I never discussed about religious issue in my blog. (That's abit off-topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Write so long for what. It's just a two weeks confinement. Why do I have to make a big fuss over it. Like what my papa says, two years will be fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH.. QHOOO! Anyone miss me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1402885756291353421?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1402885756291353421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1402885756291353421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1402885756291353421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1402885756291353421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/pre-ns-feelings.html' title='Pre-NS feelings'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3228176875528070653</id><published>2007-09-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:18:23.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you DEATH!</title><content type='html'>I was reading through some archives and now I'm boiling mad. It just makes me realise how dark the human nature is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just blame me on my stupidity on trusting everyone too much. I thought it was a new beginning of fun but I'm wrong. You people have no brains! Everyone is just like a dog being chained to follow commands by your master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop finding problem with the most little problem you have. Dogs out there, think first before using your brain to make comments. Dog is too loyal to its master that it can't think what is right or wrong. Really wish that you were dead or dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the little unchained dogs have no rights in voicing out for fear of being abused. What is this. WHAT IS THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering, am I in the wrong for being nice? I am nice yet I'm abused for your pleasure. Please think of things on the intelligent side. Your  master is just another piece of junk and you are just crap which is worthless than junk. You all should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because JUNK-A has more power and you all stick over to his side. You all don't even think about who's right and who's wrong and start siding him. The sad side of life. If all the stupid dogs like you die, it would be a greater to be in. JUNK-A should die too. I will shoot one bullet by one bullet into your 10 fingers each before firing a automated machine gun into your anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I will never forget you all and the comments. One day, you will gonna pay for it. Even if you come begging me to let you off as it's already over for so long, too bad. You should already know your mistake "so long" ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me will know that I'm nice to everyone except those who offended me. Sorry but I'm not the "forgive and forget" type. I'm not a saint but I'm not a devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry's not stupid. I know who's good to me and who's not. I just know alot of things but I prefer to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is more important? Truth or power?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3228176875528070653?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3228176875528070653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3228176875528070653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3228176875528070653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3228176875528070653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/wish-you-death.html' title='Wish you DEATH!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-9121104208589245234</id><published>2007-09-11T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:01:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna game?</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves playing game. Be it a simple hopscotch with your friends at the void deck or a massive multiplayer online role playing game (MMORPG) with your buddies at the virutal world. Perhaps the game we play varies according to our age that's why people always like to give the remark of "childish game".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think with your head, every game is childish. However it's good to be childish sometimes. Those adult that complains about a certain game is childish because they think too highly of themself. How do they judge a game? By its graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Games Convention Asia (GCA) 2007 with Teck Thong and Ben. They are not friends but nevermind. Ben (according to me) is an avid gamer whereas TTT belongs to the "dislike gaming" type. Not going to talk much regarding the GCA but will share abit mroe about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GCA is a wonderful event which you will feel at ease and comfort while walking around inside. No pressure from salesperson to force you buy their product. No noisy "last hour offer" or people stuffing tons of brochures into your hand. Instead, you will see a lot of staff eagerly showing off their console or game and giving you a chance to test it out hands-on. After testing their game you will receive a valuable item from them. The best gift is a 1GB thumbdrive from the Nokia booth after playing their game on the new N95-8GB and N81. (NICE PHONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you don't see man there only. You see woman, children and even senior citizens. Who says gaming is for man? A beautiful office lady can be a deadly killer in the game CouterStrike while a hunk by the swimming pool can be a pro in playing handheld DDR (dance dance revolution).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believed that gaming has no age limit or gener limit. Anyone can play anytime of game. Every game has its diffculty, attractive point and turn-off part. Gaming can be classified as generally boring or interesting. It's how you play the game and how you interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the never-outdated game includes: Monopoly, Snake &amp; Ladder, Tic-Tac-Toe and perhaps paper aeroplane. Sometimes simple game can be very fun to play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some intelligent people just love laughing at people who play childish game (eg MapleStory, Mario or Daytona). Certain easy game is good for you to clear your mind but enough power to get you hooked and addicted to it. Mario is a very good game. Some people only play game that has superb good graphics (eg Cabal or World of Warcraft). I have no objections against it as everyone has different liking to the games genre. So, please stop making your decision on game a must for all your friends to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves to play game although we all love different game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-9121104208589245234?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9121104208589245234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=9121104208589245234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/9121104208589245234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/9121104208589245234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/wanna-game.html' title='Wanna game?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-498213648798421195</id><published>2007-08-31T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T08:27:22.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were young</title><content type='html'>We were once young. As a teenager, we like to play prank on each other, tell jokes about each other, going out together having great times. As a kid, we like to laugh at each other, help each other, running around the whole school or neighbourhood for unspokeable fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-authum festival is the day when kids gather around at void deck or playground to show off their little lantern which couldn't even be brighter than a torch light. The playful ones would be burning their lanterns instead to feel "high". It was fun because I belong to the "playful ones".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, there would be &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OIrxH4Lt3E" target="_blank"&gt;water bomb session targetted at the innocent and well expected birthday boy&lt;/a&gt;. Remember it was so much fun even when I was just watching it at the far side of worrying the stray "bullets" while trying to capture the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was once young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some adult-minded big growns human can't accept the fact that kid is playful. They complain at the very little thing a kid does. Hey come on! Everyone was once a kid, playful and young. Unless you spent your 20 years of wonderful time staying in a kennel without much interaction with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a little more forgiving over little matters and perhaps your day will be much better. No wonder those who always complain about every thing in life will die sooner. Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if we are bombarding water bags around? Does it matters alot to you because we don't invite you to the fun? Never played water bag when you were young? Worried that we would smash you and leave the plastic bag behind? We are far more intelligent than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you see a bunch of kids making a mini "campfire" at the void deck? Are you worrying that the fire will spreads and burn down the whole HDB flat? Use your bloody common sense if you still have some. Not like they are burning kerosene oil or TNT chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-grown human with under-developed brain should just stop criticising at everything. Remember, you were once young. You once had fun. Don't vent your anger on something that makes you look stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-498213648798421195?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/498213648798421195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=498213648798421195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/498213648798421195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/498213648798421195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-young.html' title='Were young'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1363745528910492045</id><published>2007-08-20T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:36:57.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2100</title><content type='html'>93 more years to year 2100. Perhaps I'm a little too anxious for counting down to the 22nd century. Does the world Doraemon lives in really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look back 100 years ago, year 1907. How much does it resembles the world we live in now? Can you really imagine the world in year 2100? Maybe I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 2100, the Earth will be nearly 100% destroyed and impossible for human to continue living. Maybe then we will be already living on Mars and abandon our dearest Mother Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopping down donzens and tons of trees to make way for human recreation. People doing everything thinking only about themself. We already lack the ability to care for the most simplest reason. If this continues, we wouldn't even be able to live anymore. Everyone would be too selfish to be selfless. Help is only rendered when we are forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, technology is at fault too. The improve in technological advancement marks the degrade of the mankind. Everytime the technology goes for for another extra step ahead, we are slowly shaming ourself. It was the time where singing could earn you big bucks; now, MP3s download are everywhere on the Internet. You don't need special skills or tough effort to get it. Now with blu-ray and HD-DVD, what's next in store for us? Who knows we might be watching high definition pornographic video on the HDTV in the future. We can also effortlessly store up to 50GB of pirated contents into a blu-ray disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only constantly destroying this beautiful Earth we live in. With the decreasing amount of trees and forest, how long more can we survive. The global warming is a global warning that the Earth is signalling us. The sun is shining gracefully on your head and the next moment, it's a thunderstorm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the funny things that happen around us for no definite reason, how can we expect the virtual world of Doraemon to be a reality. It's already a blessing that we still can live on Earth on 2100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's high time we start thinking of improving ourself instead of improving the technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my blog survive the crisis till 2100? If yes, this would be an ancient historic piece of creation by the people from the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2100. Anyone there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1363745528910492045?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1363745528910492045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1363745528910492045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1363745528910492045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1363745528910492045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/year-2100.html' title='Year 2100'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-4136163369338991006</id><published>2007-08-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:43:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests about me</title><content type='html'>Took a few test on &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;, it's fun. Here's the long list result. Take your time and enjoy reading through it; take the test too if you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 80% Gentleman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/gentleman-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a gentleman. You're very considerate and you have excellent manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you slip and do something foolish... but usually no one notices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You A Gentleman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain is 40% Female, 60% Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a total boy brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while your emotions do sway you sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never like to get feelings too involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D3CDDA" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 28% Abnormal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E1E8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Feeling Safe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/heart-7.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all is good with your heart. And you intend on keeping it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're deeply in love or just looking, you know that your heart will be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never risk your heart too much, but you don't hold it back either. You know who to trust your heart with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, your heart is susceptible to: Getting a little too comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current outlook on love: Calm and future oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life will improve if you: Treat other people's hearts the way you expect yours to be treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for: Taking the people you're dating for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Is Your Heart Feeling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a 39% Chance That You Need Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/therapy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need therapy, but you're probably doing okay at working out your own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are able to solve any troubles that come up. But there's no harm in talking to a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Do You Need Therapy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 39% Feminine, 61% Masculine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with your masculine side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not overly sensitive and not easily moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, though, something will get through and touch your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Travel to Cambodia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatasiancountryshouldyouvisitquiz/cambodia.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you might not go all Angelina Jolie and adopt a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still appreciate Cambodia's rich history and deserted beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatasiancountryshouldyouvisitquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Asian Country Should You Visit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very independent and self-centered. You don't solve other people's problems - and you don't expect them to solve yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to take care of your needs first. You can only be with someone who's as independent as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBD7D2" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your EQ is 127&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ECEAE6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/sp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artisan (SP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both grounded and flexible. You adapt well to new situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are playful and free spirited - but you are also dependable and never flaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't do well in conservative, stuffy situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably very hard for you to keep a normal job or stay in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always up for fun and adventure. Most people are too boring for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take risks and bend the rules. And if things don't work out, you chock it up to life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things quickly - but you have a huge problem with commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need to make your own rules. You're best suited to be an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are animated and physical. You prefer doing something with friends to just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you tend to be buff and in good shape. Your spend more time on your body than your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you need to keep active. From cooking up a storm to running a 5K, you wear yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/" target="_blank"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Extrovert, 60% Introvert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/middle.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit outgoing, a bit reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, you enjoy being social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also value the time you have alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have struck a good balance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 68% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EFEFEF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're not exactly an angel - but you're pretty darn close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But chances are, you have a couple juicy secrets deep in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 44% Phobic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howphobicareyouquiz/phobic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few more phobias than the average person. And you're sometimes developing new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to chill out and conquer some of your phobias. Facing your fears is the only way to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howphobicareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Phobic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Cell Phone Etiquette is 36% Bad, 64% Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourcellphoneetiquettequiz/cellphone-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cell phone manners are quite good. Not perfect, but almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you do annoy people with your cell. But when you realize it, you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourcellphoneetiquettequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How's Your Cell Phone Etiquette?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Somewhat Honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/honesty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do tend to tell the truth a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also stretch the truth on occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure a little lie isn't a big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it doesn't hurt anyone too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 67% Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/real-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are, and you're pretty darn comfortable with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone, you struggle with the parts of yourself that aren't so great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're good at accepting who you are and not dwelling on your faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, you're confident, optimistic, and very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Real Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Not a Cheapskate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/cheapskate-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to money, you're very fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generous when you can be, and you never cheat anyone out of what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the money, you enjoy splurging. But you never overspend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You a Cheapskate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Were Born in 2893...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyouwerebornin2893quiz/future-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Name Would Be: Uaro Cho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You Would Be: An Alien Anthropologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyouwerebornin2893quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;If You Were Born in 2893&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is PG-13 Rated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a "Wink"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/wink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life is 36% Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgreenisyourlifequiz/green-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on the right track to living a green life, and you're definitely doing your part to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care about the earth, and hopefully this quiz has given you some ideas on how you can do more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgreenisyourlifequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Green Is Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Sunrise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/sunrise.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Fun Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/fun-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who keeps your group laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've always got an idea for something fun to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party's not complete without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't miss it for the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think of yourself as innocent, even though you're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are childlike (or childish), and prone to run around in your underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/" target="_blank"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead4c8" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 73% Thankful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ece2dd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howthankfulareyouquiz/thankful-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very thankful person - for both the big and little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your optimism is powerful. Getting through hard times is fairly easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howthankfulareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Thankful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a Chance You Could Be Violent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty chill person - and you have a good handle on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your anger gets the best of you, and end up regretting how you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to curb your temper more often. It only has to get out of control once to do some damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 32% Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open at times, but generally you don't let many people into your inner world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that you have a friend or two that knows you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to most people, you are a total mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 30% Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Paint Your Room Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoupaintyourroomquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and soothing, blue rooms have been known to reduce blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blue room will encourage deep rest and great sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue room is the perfect oasis for a stressful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoupaintyourroomquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Color Should You Paint Your Room?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 76% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/" target="_blank"&gt;The 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 20% Gross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/gross-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not gross, but you tend to think everyone else is. And you're right... they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think you're a neat freak, but at least you'll never die of flesh eating bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Gross Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Underwear Is Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Would You Be a Cool Parent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Pet is a Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/cat.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both aloof, introverted, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your friends secretly wish that you were declawed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Ideal Pet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CDCDC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C9EAEA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're loyal to your friends... to a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if they cross you, you will reconsider your loyalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying true to others is important to you, but you also stay true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value honesty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're honest when you can be, but you aren't a stickler for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a little white lie will make a situation more comfortable, you'll go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you mostly care about "situational integrity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your needs always come first, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll possibly help someone else out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only if it helps you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value humility highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the self-confidence to be happy with who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need to seek praise to make yourself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very modest, and you're keep the drama factor low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open to new cultures, beliefs, and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have very few prejudices that you're aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you are tolerant, you do stand true to what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/" target="_blank"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Realist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Not Messy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so clean, people have accused you of being a clean freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like things tidy, organized, and smelling fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messes drive you crazy, especially when you didn't make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for you to live with a slob - or someone who leaves their dishes in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 32% Weirdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaweirdoquiz/weirdo-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little weird, but you'd be even weirder if you didn't have a few quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just strange enough to know it, but nobody else seems to notice your weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because, deep down, everyone is a little freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaweirdoquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You A Weirdo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Live to 100: 60%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/willyouliveto100quiz/100.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a decent chance of living to 100, especially if you're still fairly young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take pretty good care of yourself, but you could always do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get enough sleep and relax. Life isn't a race. The slower you go... the further you'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/willyouliveto100quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Will You Live to 100?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life Is Worth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/slave.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$926,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Much Is Your Life Worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f6adcd" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You True Love Will Maybe Find You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/willyourtruelovefindyouquiz/love-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's going to be tough! You're not really around to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really need to get yourself out there if you're expecting to find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go somewhere (anywhere!) new from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're really shy - at least join a dating site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/willyourtruelovefindyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Will Your True Love Find You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Kind of Stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoustupidquiz/stupid-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 6/10 questions right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some things most people know... except for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoustupidquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Are You Stupid?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Probably Look Younger Than Your Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/younger.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a healthy lifestyle and know how to take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably have a youthful glow for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Do You Look Your Age?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-4136163369338991006?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4136163369338991006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=4136163369338991006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4136163369338991006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4136163369338991006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/tests-about-me.html' title='Tests about me'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1089470525663616332</id><published>2007-08-16T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:02:49.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>Follow the notes upon the journey &lt;br /&gt;At first sight marks one's destiny &lt;br /&gt;Once the voyage comes to an end &lt;br /&gt;Return lies within hasty key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie by Jay Chou &lt;Secret&gt; is nice, go watch it if you haven't. Anyway, I'm not going to discuss about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has secret. Some has more. Of course, I won't be blogging about my secret in my blog as it's suppose to be a secret. If I go around telling everyone about it, it wouldn't be a secret anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do give an impression to others that I have alot of secrets. It's not the case. Just ask me and I will tell you the things you desire to know. I don't choose to go around telling other people about things. Those things I tell on my blog is meant for you to know. Those that I didn't mention means I don't feel like saying but you can ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At certain time, certain place or certain event will triggers lots of thoughts for my brain. At times, I just feel like having alot of feelings to something but I don't feel like saying it especially when in a group when there might be retards going around broadcasting it with false information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I tell you something, please don't go around spreading it. If I tell you means I trust you to have the ability to know it. Those who desire to know should just ask from me instead of digging and guessing from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my secret. If you happen to hit the nail, I will just give you a random false answer to cover up for my secret. I'm sure everyone is the same. Afterall, secret is something which you don't want others to know or probe much into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't have many secrets as compared to most other people. After the counting and deducting, I think I only have one secret. The rest of the unknown things about me, I don't deem it as secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you belong to the reporter type that goes around reporting news and spreading false information, please exit from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1089470525663616332?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1089470525663616332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1089470525663616332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1089470525663616332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1089470525663616332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3949265045692429237</id><published>2007-08-14T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:29:39.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>Can you listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;B: NO! Listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;A: Listen to me first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An argument of conflict usually occurs when the parties involved doesn't listen to what others have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the problem with the people today. We don't listen; we just like to talk on and on whenever there's something in our mind. Of course, someone has to do the talking while other someone has to do the listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can understand &lt;a href="http://deylan.wordpress.com/2007/07/25/i-hate-it/" target="_blank"&gt;the frustration Zihui experienced&lt;/a&gt; because no one wants to listen to her on why she choose the job she like despite a lower salaray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know why. Those blabbering faster than Jay Chou rapping always think that the whole world wants to listen to them. In actual fact, it's just that sometimes in a group, we just give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a group, there will be the quieter one too. I belong to the quiet one. Not because I don't like to engage in discussion but because usually I'm too slow in responding. I need time to process what people say and generate what I should say. If I happen to be replying faster in online messenger, it's because I'm replying nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I'm a good listener. No that I'm boasting about myself but it's the truth. I enjoy listening to people confiding in me about their problems and sharing with me their joys. Are you a good listener?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening is a pleasure. If you put in more attention in listening to the little things around you instead of MP3s, you will definitely notice something different. Do you feel the peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop talking and start listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3949265045692429237?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3949265045692429237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3949265045692429237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3949265045692429237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3949265045692429237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-8548956214950852209</id><published>2007-08-11T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:17:02.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majulah Singapura</title><content type='html'>Do you understand the pledge? Do you understand our national anthem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand the meaning behind the pledge and the national anthem, you should seriously move yourself to another country which you can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="RED" SIZE="6"&gt;HAPPY&lt;br&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;br&gt;SINGPAORE!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 years of independence isn't something we should be contented with but it's something we should be proud with. It's our forefather that worked so hard to build up Singapore from scratch and it's us to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people (biased view and no satistics) dislike singing national anthem because it's too monotonous. I guess most country's national anthem are boringly slow. You can't expect R&amp;B and rapping in an anthem right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for pledge, most people (biased view and no satistics too) are just reciting it without truly comprehending the meaning behind it. What to do. National education is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year NDP is very different other than the fact that I'm still watching it 'live' from my television set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our dear National Stadium is tearing down to make way for a new sports complex, NDP this year is held at Marina. Singapore is proud to introduce the world largest floating platform. At first I was worried that the floating platform will collapsed but Singapore indeed live up to its high engineering standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to join in the celebration with the other crowd is indeed a waste. Blame it on the balloting system that didn't gave me the tickets. Squeezing with other human along Marina and Esplanade is not my type. Nevertheless, it's exciting to watch it on TV too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majulah Singapura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-8548956214950852209?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8548956214950852209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=8548956214950852209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8548956214950852209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8548956214950852209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/majulah-singapura.html' title='Majulah Singapura'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2646858544727377221</id><published>2007-08-07T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:45:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tin and stickers</title><content type='html'>1. "Hi, would you like to make a donation."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Donate please."&lt;br /&gt;3. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;4. *stuff the donation tin into your face blocking your way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure you will have this kind of forced donation experience unless you are the type that stay at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't find it irritating even if they block my way with a smile while I'm alighting from a bus at the bus terminal. Cannot blame them actually because they have to do it from the command and order of the school and the charity organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School forcing students to come back during weekend to do hard labour for the charity organisation because they want good reputation. The students of course have no choice but to slack around while some hardworking ones go around appealing for donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you donate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do when I have coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you donate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason with every donater is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usuaully we just want to buy a sticker by putting a little money into the donation tin. After buying it, we would then proudly and carefully keep the sticker for the rest of the journey. This is like an "admission pass". With this little round sticker, you will no longer be asked for another donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the mindset of "do charity" when you are putting your coin into the tin? Most of the time you are just playing along with the student seeing them pleading helplessly for donations. You don't even bother to ask which school they from, the money will benefit which organisation, how will the money be use or more. We are just blindly inserting money into tin in exchange for a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, there will be "act smart" people going around asking for fake donations. These people are bastards because they abuse on human's sympathy to boost their income. Hat off to those who manage to find out the truth and report them to the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my tin and stickers story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2646858544727377221?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2646858544727377221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2646858544727377221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2646858544727377221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2646858544727377221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/tin-and-stickers.html' title='The tin and stickers'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3135805848309719086</id><published>2007-08-06T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:42:26.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>After reading Ben's blog on &lt;a href="http://km80.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-u-believe-that-everyone-that-come.html" target="_blank"&gt;"Do u believe that everyone that come into your life"&lt;/a&gt;, I have been thinking about it for months because I agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every person that enter your life, they happen for a reason and you will learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at your Friendster or messenger's list of friends; how many of them are really your friend, how many of them changed your life (even a little bit counts), how you added/accepted them into your friend list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you first step into a new social circle, how did you start making friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through my list of known friends, every friend indeed do make a difference to my life. Some left a huge meteorite, some are just stones hitting the ground. However the impact, it's still an impact. No wonder they say that you will turn bad when you mix with bad company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Known friends" means friends that you have met in real life or really really close. Not those whom added you just for fun or wanting you to send him songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I have good friends that motivates me, console me, provokes me and despise me so I can be the Jerry Wong today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling all those who once left their footprint on my life, it's really a learning journey for me and every footprint has a story and lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes I might sound nasty, irritated and angry, I still treasure our friendship. I hope you do treasure too. Afterall, which human being won't get angry. Please don't read it as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I hope that my appearance in your life has somehow changed you, helped you and taught you a new lesson too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3135805848309719086?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3135805848309719086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3135805848309719086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3135805848309719086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3135805848309719086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2583510563840464335</id><published>2007-08-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:36:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fail at running (update: 29 Aug)</title><content type='html'>My worst sports got to be running. I can't run and I always fail at running long distance. I think I only pass my 2.4KM run once during secondary school. I'm a failure at this because of my short stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, doctor always say that I should train my stamina because of my short stamina. That's why I have problem with swimming and blowing flute. Not that I can't do it but just that my stamina is hindering the perfect note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting from 2 Aug 07 to 15 Sep 07, it will be another 44 days until I enter army. So starting from today (yes immediately today), I will start to run around my neighbour Tampines Street 21 to build up my physical. Although it's not a long distance, but it's tiring for me. The distance is about 1.4KM which I have a huge problem completing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep track of this page to see my daily update on my running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;02 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1241m (1.2KM) at 9min 45sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average speed is 7.7km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed is 13.6km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;06 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1441m (1.4KM) at 8min 23sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average speed 10.4km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed 13.3km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;07 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1299m (1.3KM) at 8min 18sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average speed 9.5km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed 10.6km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1.4KM at 8min 1sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average speed 10.4km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed 12.9km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;14 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1.7KM at 7min 35sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average soeed 13.5km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed 24.8km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;20 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1.7KM at 8min 9sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average speed 12.4km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed 26.4km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;23 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1.54KM at 7min 51sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average speed 11.8km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed 30.0km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29 Aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a distance of 1.66KM at 7min 51sec.&lt;br /&gt;Average speed 12.7km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed 14.7km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Information might not be 100% accurate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ At this rate, how am I suppose to complete my 2.4KM run within 10 mintues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2583510563840464335?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2583510563840464335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2583510563840464335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2583510563840464335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2583510563840464335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-fail-at-running.html' title='I fail at running (update: 29 Aug)'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-8105765952661803234</id><published>2007-07-27T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:33:23.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy invention ideas</title><content type='html'>Hey there! Do you sometimes have a crazy idea for invention although you know it's kind of impossible? Me? I have alot of crazy invention ideas. Maybe because I lazed around too much and like to dream of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people says that dream is just empty thinking which should not be taken seriously. I dare not agree. Without the dream of flying in the sky, man would not have invented aeroplane. Without the dream of faster moving vehicle, we would still be stucked at bicycle. Without the dream of bringing light into darkness, we might still be surviving on candles every night. Without the dream of having water at home, we would not have the idea of tap. Without the dream of staying dry outdoor during raining, there would not be umbrella. Without dreams, we are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transform your dream to goal, your goal to aim, and slowly work towards it. Centuries ago, the idea of capturing image with a device and get it printed on a paper is impossible. Everyone was thinking, how can any thing record what your eye see; we are not robot. But today, it's possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how about a device that can record smell? I've always wanted to record the smell of faeces (human waste) and use it to play a prank on others. It sure works because my solid waste is very smelly. HAHAHA! Of course, it can be use to record the smell of flower and other animals for studying purpose too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more realistic idea is my "nose filter". It's basically an air filter for your nose. Plug it into your nostrils and it will filter away unwanted particles in the air; only oxygen will enter your body. Once in a while, you need to change the nose filter though. No need to dig your nose for gold anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great idea is my "awakening pill". I know the name is the same as that in Pokemon but I just can't find a better name for it. The effect is pretty obvious. It keeps you awake, just the exactly different of sleeping pill. This idea came to me because I don't like sleeping. If only we can maximised the time used, we can live longer and do more thing. We might die sooner too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of pill is good. A small capsule for your everyday needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those busy businessman, eating might be a time costing event daily. My invention on "no-need-eat" pill will do the job. A capsule will replace one of your meal giving you the nutrients needed and remove your hunger. Isn't it great if you are always fretting on what to eat later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, you will need the toilet bowl to contain your body waste. It will be embarassing if it happens during an important meeting presentation or if you are meeting your parents-in-law. "No-shit-pill" can do the job. The pill is design to sublime your solid waste into gas and release it from your anus like you are farting. Smell? Maybe an "anus filter" can do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lazier. Introducing the "no-need-shower" pill! This pill will remove the bacteria and germs on your skin leaving you a fresh feeling. Do remember to change your clothes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy invention ideas are like changing the way human live. Good or bad? My brother feedbacked, how can we not eat and not shit. Yeah, maybe human beings are designed this way, we should not changed the way our body function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose filter and a device to record smell seems to be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any crazy invention ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-8105765952661803234?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8105765952661803234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=8105765952661803234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8105765952661803234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8105765952661803234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy-invention-ideas.html' title='Crazy invention ideas'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3686338519677764969</id><published>2007-07-21T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:34:34.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years of life in Griffiths Primary School</title><content type='html'>My period of primary school life is from 1993 to 1998. WOW! Early 90s to late 90s. Alot of things changed during this period of time, alot of friends made during this period of time, alot of people gone during this period of time, alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffiths Primary School is perhaps not so well known as any other school in Singapore because of its name. Griffiths Primary School got its name from Mr James Griffiths; he officially opened the school thus the English school name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got enlisted into Griffiths because my old house was just beside the school. Really near. The distance from my old house to the school is just a zebra crossing. Nothing else. Staying near to the school, I always envy my classmates who have the chance to arrive in school in school bus and leaving in school bus. I got to walk. Now I laugh at how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school has a buddy system; 1 primary five student will be the buddy of (take care) a primary one student. This only last for 1 week or 2 weeks depends on the need. I've long forgotten who was my buddy but thanks anyway. Without you, I might never find my way to toilet or the assembly area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can't remember much during the first few years of my primary school life. One thing that I remember in primary one and two was the girl sitting beside me. Can't remember her name but I think is "Goh Hui Xin" or "Goh Xin Hui". What makes me remember her so well is her BIG eyes. Everything happened so sudden and quick. I was still in the state of shock despite passing all my subjects unknowingly. Looking back at my report book, I actually got a 100 marks for my Chinese in one of the exam. Strange, how come I can't remember the teachers congratulaing me or my parents feeling happy about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary 2, each class has to perform a show on the stage during the weekly wednesday assembly. Our class performed twice due to the "lack of class". In fact, almost all class performed twice. The first performance is quite crappy. Everyone must draw a fruit on drawing block, color it and bring it on stage, carry it above your head like a banner and wave it from left to right. This is accompanied by a background song promoting healthy eating. I drew an orange and hide behind my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second performace is much more realistic. We put up a pirate show but I can't remember the storyline. It took us quite long to get all the crops done and to get everything else ready. The rest who are not involved in the acting will be singing the theme song while they are acting out the script. The song goes... "one eye jack, the pirate jack, was a terrible ocean thief..." I can't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time in primary school, I'm a super quiet boy. Some teachers even thought that I'm mute. I'm not mute, I'm only selective mute. I don't know how to communicate well with strangers. Strangers refer to my classmates and teachers. When people talk to me, I would just nod or shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primay 1, 3, 5 is afternoon session while primary 2, 4, 6 is morning session. I guess this is almost the same for all primary school last time so no need explain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first pair of spectacles when I was primary 2. It was the school regular annual check-up that told me to get my eye sight corrected. From then on, my nose is always supporting something for 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to primary 4. First time in my life I got to worried so much and study so hard for an exam. Everyone is talking about the streaming exam. The principals, teachers, parents, neighbours, classmates, friends. Everyone. Suddenly, my mathematics logic got so wrong. My mum got so kan-cheong that she hire me a tution teacher. Things didn't get any better except a border line pass. Luckily, I managed to get into EM2. Afterall, I'm not a hopeless kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 5, new classmates everywhere because of a new class. Stupid people got kicked into EM3 class and clever people got isolated into EM1 class. Perhaps it's the people in this class that I still keep in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jia Rong&lt;br /&gt;- Joanna&lt;br /&gt;- Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;- Desmond&lt;br /&gt;- De Ming&lt;br /&gt;- Isaac&lt;br /&gt;- Wee Kiat&lt;br /&gt;- Daphne&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got alot which I can roughly remember the face but can't remember the name. They are wonderful people that brightens up your everyday in primary school. This is the time I begin making friends. Of course, there are idiotic people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the most senior in the afternoon, it's now finally our turn to guide the junior (primary 1) during recess. I buddied with a nerdy looking boy. The boy told me to wait for his parents as they will bring food to him. We waited until the boy nearly cried because his parents is nowhere to be seen. I then use my poor pocket money to buy him some biscuits to fill him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, finally saw his parents. It turn out that they can't find their little boy in the sea of green clothed students. So, the boy eat his delicious home make sandwhich while I eat my food bought at the school canteen. One week later, the parents of the boy decide to buy me something to eat. Sadly, they are transfering my buddy to another school because of the location. Guess it's the end of fate between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year after exam, we are allowed to bring our own game to school and play. UNO card game is the best as many people can play together. "Many people can play" doesn't mean I play it too because I belong to the "few who don't know how to play" type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are richer will bring (and show off) their GameBoy or Sega. That time, GameBoy is still the first generation. Remember the brick size GameBoy that has dim yellow screen? They were so "in" and everyone was snatching to be the next in the queue to play it. Game Gear (a Sega handheld console I think) is even better than GameBoy! It has bigger color screen but it need 6 AA battery to power it. The owner will be the one playing along with a huge crowd surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a poor boy, I always didn't get the chance to play except once. Wee Kiat finally lend me his GameBoy and I randomly select a game. It was a motorcycle game. He forced me to return (snatched) back his GameBoy when I haven't even complete a track. Nevermind, since it's yours, you decide. I blame no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, Isaac, failed his primary 5 and got to demote to EM3. After some discussion (or begging), he got to stay on in EM2. Surprisingly, he did well! Suddenly, his science is so good that he even score higher than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to write about primary school life. I feel that I'm beginning to write non important things into this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the days of country eraser fighting contest. Not an official contest but everyone was so excited about it. All you need is a country eraser and you can start the match! Country eraser is a rectangle type of eraser that has the flag of a country printed on one side. It's sold for 10 cents at the school bookshop. Good business I must say. It's a turn based competition. Simply flip and flick your eraser to make it land on top of your opponent's eraser to win his eraser. The loser got to sacrifice his eraser =( I won't say I'm a pro at it but at least I manage to win quite a lot of erasers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is certainly immoral to make us queue under the blazing hot sun after our recess. Of course, it's not a problem when we are having our fun running around under the hot sun during recess. Why can't they make us assemble in the hall or in some place where there is shade or shelter. Talk about torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that after a recess, the canteen got so dirty that we are called up for lecture by our principal. She is scolding us from the comfort of her office through the PA system. Thus, lesson got stopped and we all stand still at our seats listening to her scolding on the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiat and I would always rush to help the teachers to carry book to/from another location. Not that we are bootlicking the teachers, we are just damn bored of sitting in the classroom waiting for the next boring lesson to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mentally wrong guy would then purposely open my bag and insert nonsense into my bag while I'm away helping the teacher. An example of a common litter in my bag is tissue paper. Does my bag resembles a dustbin? Once, I purposely put lots of correction ink on my zip so that the culprit will get his hand dirtied. Desmond Chua, do you remember that you got caught although you don't want to admit when I confronted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At primary 6 level, you are the oldest in the school meaning you will get to bully people. HAHAHA! Of course I'm not a bully. Those prefects are bullies instead. They enjoy finding fault with lower primary students and write their name into the little blue notebook. Satifaction face on the prefects face result in my hatered towards them. Bully lower primary student only. Upper primary student who violated school rule are given a free pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this lucky chance that a prefect accidentally drop her notebook and I pick it up. WOW! The book is filled with names with lots of offenses such as shirt not tuck in, throwing litter on floor, no name tag, no badge and other crap. Knowing that the prefect will go frantically searching for her notebook, I tear it into pieces secretly and dump the book into a huge bin. No one manage to recover it. Whoever the prefect is, blame it on your bad luck (and attitude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary School Leaving Examination AKA PSLE first paper (English) is on 5th October. I remember it's the same days as the Chinese's lantern festival. No chance to play with lantern and fire as I got to study for my mathmatics exam the next day. My form teacher in primary 6 is Miss How. I remember her for her strange surname and her long hair, skinny look. Not ghost but a good teacher. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I did well for my PSLE. Personally, I'm quite satisfied with my glorious result and I can get into an Express stream. Cool. I didn't bid farewell or compare result with my fellow friend and classmate because I was too shy to show my result. Satisfied with my result doesn't mean I have scored well. And that's how my connection with my primary school mates end. Too bad there we don't have MSN or SMS at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiat and Desmond are my best friends. We would always create birthday card and give presents for the birthday boy secretly. Although I know that they are trying to insert the birthday card into my bag, I still pretend not to know anything. Yes, I still keep the card although it's full of spelling mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, Daniel and De Ming would form another gang. Isaac is the playful boy that goes around creating lots of trouble and joke. Daniel being the uber big and tall guy. Standing beside him, you will feel your shortness. How can anyone grow so big! Coincidentally, he is Louis best friend in secondary school. De Ming is the happy go lucky guy that is tall too but not as giantic as Daniel. We enjoy erasing the blackboard. HAHA! Yes, it's still blackboard, not white board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I possibly forget the cousin Jocelyn and Joanna. Joanna is a better girl because she is not as fierce as that Jocelyn. That Jocelyn like to boss her way around because she think that being a prefect and backstage girl is so cool. I always got scolded by her for some reasons which I can't remember. Once, I got so fed up and hit her on the head with my empty water bottle. She cried and threaten to complain me to the teacher. End up nothing happen. Serve her right for irritating me. That's the first and last time I make a girl cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl name &lt;a href="http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/lee-jia-rong.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lee Jia Rong&lt;/a&gt;, I still remember her after 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget about the puberty check in primary 6 that all guy detest. Sitting in a room waiting for the nurse to see your private part is not a good feeling especially if your underwear has cartoon on it. When it's my turn, the female nurse unzip my pants. Luckily I hold on the pants or it will fall to the floor which is like so embarassing. She just see see and say "hmm ok" and ask me to wear back my pants. Of course ok lah, what could be wrong. Luckily I manage to control myself so as not to get an erection while the nurse is checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my primary school life marks the end of my principal and vice principal. Mrs Mary Fletcher and Mr Loh both retired. How can I ever find them back although they can't even recognize and remember me. Thanks for giving me a place in the school to study and excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of more things but I can't possibly type everything out. This is already my longest entry. Whatever the days future might be, I am proud to be from Griffiths Primary. Even if one day the school close (touchwood), I will not be ashame to say that I'm a student of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffiths Primary School has undergone a huge renovation and makeover. The new school now is very different from the time I studied. Everything changed. Location of general office changed, toilets changed, bookshop changed, canteen orientation changed, new garden, new assembly area, new hall, new music room, hydroponic plant area changed, library moved. When I went back, I still need to take some time to find everything. The teachers are all different now. Only 2 teachers are still there from my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering sometime yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3686338519677764969?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3686338519677764969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3686338519677764969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3686338519677764969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3686338519677764969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-years-of-life-in-griffiths-primary.html' title='6 years of life in Griffiths Primary School'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-8656970601393132348</id><published>2007-07-19T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:18:40.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To die or not</title><content type='html'>Am I suffering from depression? That's what my mum always wonder. My reply to her would be "of course no". As far as I know, I'm not suffering from depression. I believe that I'm perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it I'm trying to delude myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I have the thinking about "life is meaningless". I then start to think deeper and deeper and forgot all the meaning about living life. My whole self would become so sad and I would start to wonder about lots of things in life. Always, I ask myself "what is life" and "is this life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we go through all these? People all around me rushing to die while I can't bear to die yet can't afford to live. Nevermind the fact that I'm not easily understand because it's like this. What have we done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extend of life is meaningless to me, I'm a coward timid boy. Never have I thought of ending my life purposely. I am afraid of death. How I wish that I can continue living on this miserable Earth looking at the downfall or human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we are upgrading ourself, everyday we are downgrading ourself. As days go by, we are getting stupider each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of life actuall just lie around our five senses; see, touch, hear, smell, feel. Once you die, you lose all your senses. Having lost all the senses is as good as dead. You won't see, touch, hear, smell and feel your friend beside you, the delicious laksa, the colorful money, the beauty of girls showing off their waistline, the melodious of Jay Chou singing, the wonderful smell of acid rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, I have become brave and decided not to be afraid of death?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-8656970601393132348?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8656970601393132348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=8656970601393132348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8656970601393132348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8656970601393132348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-die-or-not.html' title='To die or not'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-8565145148195313840</id><published>2007-07-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:03:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Singaporeans getting uglier?</title><content type='html'>Are Singaporeans getting uglier? Not the ugly attitude but the ugly look. Who agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, there would be beauty show that help contestant regain their beautiful look. Every season, there would be a mountain of contestants showing off the ugly parts of their body, hoping to get a free beauty makeover. Of course, only a few got chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sponsor for the show benefits when the contestant successfully slim down or remove those funny &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; from their face. It is an indirectly direct advertisment for the beauty company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once witness a rich tai tai spending $8888 on a slimming package upon hearing the host announce her winning after the spending. MAD! Spending $8888 to cut away your bloody body fats when you are still lazying your way having high tea? It has zero sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Singaporeans are uglier can't be wrong. You see beauty salon popping out of the blue almost everytime. Not even in shopping malls but in neighbourhood too. Go take a walk outside, you will see them waving to you if you reveal your fatty arms or round belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spending money on crappy beauty package, might as well save it up and plan early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are worried of growing into a round fatty balloon, then control your diet. No point eating like a hunger ghost while paying money for them to slim you down. Heard of the reaction of acid and alkali? It neutralise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are worried about having hair loss, then control your diet too. They say that MSG or other chemicals in the food cause your hair to fall. The Jay Chou song "hair like snow" might be refering to the falling of hair, like snow, that leads to bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have a beautiful face, then blame your parents for the ugly combination. Do remember to wash your face regulary. What you see on magazines and advertisment posters are fake. Those superstars rely on heavy makeup and heavy computer digital image editing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is uglier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-8565145148195313840?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8565145148195313840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=8565145148195313840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8565145148195313840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8565145148195313840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/are-singaporeans-getting-uglier.html' title='Are Singaporeans getting uglier?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5593907072156520577</id><published>2007-07-13T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:06:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting cute</title><content type='html'>WHY WHY WHY girls like to act cute? Is it because they want to make full use of their round puffy face to advertise? In Friendster and some other sites where you can see female human posing for photograph, you will see what I mean by "acting cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most unknown reason, I really dislike girls who act cute. Not only it disgusts me and my lunch out, it also makes me feel like slapping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just be yourself in front of the camera? Do you have to place your camera above your head to hide your double chin? Is it really cool to add those misty effects, twits text and odd clip arts to enhance your photo? Must you use your fingers on your hand to show wierd symbols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst if they have a boyfriend that has a "come-on-beat-me" face. The boyfriend will act like he's so cool and the girlfriend will act like she's co cute and hot. Scroll further down and you will see them in various position of smooching. Friendster doesn't allow the upload of anything after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are their defence? They will reply "I'm naturally cute, not act one hor". Alamak! Take a look at yourself when you cry or get angry. Are you really regarding yourself as a packaged food? I'm not so stupid as to unable to differentiate "act cute" and "naturally cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know, different people got different taste in photography right? Of course I can't restrict them from uploading disgusting photos online but you can't stop me from voicing my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not all girls will act cute in front of the camera. For this bunch of intelligent species, I will name them "lady" because they are much more mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry likes cute girl but doesn't like girls who act cute. Girls who are cute attracts me like housefly to shit. Sorry I'm not good at literature so don't expect something refined from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only girls act cute, guys act cute too! This is worse than inhaling expired super glue. Be a proper man and stop acting cute. For your parents sake, if you can't stop acting cute, go have a sex change operation. I rather vomit my lunch out on act-cute girls than having the inhaling expired super glue feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you belong to the act cute category, you will get phased out soon. Everyone will age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5593907072156520577?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5593907072156520577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5593907072156520577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5593907072156520577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5593907072156520577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/acting-cute.html' title='Acting cute'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6024853196014444133</id><published>2007-07-09T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:10:35.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Earth</title><content type='html'>As much as I know, the widely advertised Live Earth concert across the globe is to promote environment awareness. Quite an interesting event because audience can watch their favourite singer perform for Earth sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't join in the crowd squeezing event as I'm already too skinny to get squeezed. The telecast on Mediacorp channel 5 is pathetically boring too. I don't konw why but it just don't have the "concert" feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube is a great source of video entertaintment. Linkin Park's performance at Tokyo Live Earth is at least better than Singapore. Then I realise something, is this a concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, people totally forget about Earth. Littering everywhere on the ground. At least use the recycle bin provided and sort your unwanted items nicely into the respective bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they really want to save Earth, Live Earth concert is not going to work. I have a better suggestion. Stop all television broadcast on that day. Such a widescale mega concert will is using lots of electricity, burning fuels, creating unwanted methane and carbon dioxide, leaving us with extra trapped heat in the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth is a good place for human to live in but human are destroying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should save electric too by spending less hour on computer. Maybe I should stop using the water heater when I shower. Maybe I should plant more trees to absorb carbon dioxide. Maybe I should sleep more so I will breathe out less carbon dioxide. Maybe I should stop farting. Maybe I'm thinking too much. All the "maybe"s may not work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the Earth is too easily spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digg.com/world_news/Live_Earth_7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/digg.jpg" alt="Digg this article" border="0" align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6024853196014444133?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6024853196014444133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6024853196014444133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6024853196014444133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6024853196014444133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth.html' title='Live Earth'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_digg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-8681955447650857042</id><published>2007-07-07T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:47:27.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>Since the first day I published my &lt;a href="http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2005/09/1st-post-testing.html" target="_blank"&gt;1st post&lt;/a&gt;, it has been about 22 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 22 months, I have a total of about 4460 unique visitors at an average rate of 7 ~ 8 visitors each day. You can also searched for my blog at Google and Yahoo. Just search for "comprehend me". Thanks Google and Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, there is a total of 194 comments in in my Haloscan accounts. Actually it's just the same person that is commenting this while although I occasionally do get some annoymous comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my post on &lt;a href="http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/donate-blood.html" target="_blank"&gt;I am Chinese&lt;/a&gt; is being mentioned in Wall Street Journal (without my permission). It's quite an honour for such a well known website to mention about my blog in the "related blog" section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm always constantly changing my blog layout abit by abit to improve the browsing experience. 3 days ago, I created a new blog just to test out all the things I've always wanted to implement. Visit it at: &lt;a href="http://beta-cm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://beta-cm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The testing already begun 3 days ago but still got lots of testing to be done. Please note that because it is in "beta" testing, there might be problem with the blog page here and there. &lt;font color="gold"&gt;So, please visit my testing site every once in a while to check out the new features I'm testing and give opinions on it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100th post. What a milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it be my 200th post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-8681955447650857042?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8681955447650857042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=8681955447650857042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8681955447650857042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8681955447650857042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5849461859175214299</id><published>2007-07-04T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:48:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on the MRT floor</title><content type='html'>This is another blog entry about public transport, more specifically, MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when someone seats on the floor of the train beside the door without blocking anyone, those uncles and aunties with camera phone will be quick to snap pictures of it secretly and send it to &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg" target="_blank"&gt;STOMP&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lah, it's up to them to decide where to sit. Why do you have to control other people's butt? If you feel sad for their backside, then go wash it for them. What has sitting on the train floor be any of your business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really unhappy about them blocking the door which does not open on that side, then go tell them straight. Why resort to taking other people's photo secretly. The lady opposite you might think that you are trying to capture her upskirt. AH! I know, you are worried that those "door-side seaters" will bash you up? Well, then continue hiding behind the computer screen and insult them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being kind to kiasu commuters on the train, I always stand throughout the ride instead of snatching seats with &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;. Sometimes, too many train rides a day tires me out so I always drag my friends to the floor with me. Luckily (and sadly), I never get snapped but I do get strange stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, got seat why must sit on the floor right? Not like I never sit on MRT seat before but I don't like it. Everytime on the seat, when the train comes to a station, I would be on the lookout for needy person. I don't want people to think that I "purposely didn't see". Being a bystander watching people snatching for seat is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, what monkey business has it got to do with you and the person sitting on the train's floor? The idea on "moving towards a gracious country" and "uncivillised" is crap. The ugly sight of snatching seats, eating in train, not giving seat to needy person is not as gracious and is definitely uncivillised too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least sitting on the train's floor is better than sitting on the bus's floor. Agree? Why don't people sit on the bus floor. It's because the door is only at one side, unlike the MRT where you can choose to sit on the side which the door won't open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you complain about other people being a donkey, check it out in the mirror yourself first. Nobody is perfect. I'm not interested in lame joke such as "my name is nobody".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really have a problem with people sitting on the train's floor, kindly exit the train and take another train coming 3 minutes later. If there's still people on the train floor, just go take a bus or take a cab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5849461859175214299?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5849461859175214299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5849461859175214299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5849461859175214299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5849461859175214299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/sitting-on-mrt-floor.html' title='Sitting on the MRT floor'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1892316579029334198</id><published>2007-07-01T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:09:23.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud music in public transport</title><content type='html'>Do you hate it when someone plays loud msuic in public transport? Do you feel like snatching the handphone over and slam it on the floor? Do you feel irritated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with people playing loud music from their handphone on public transport. Just treat it as a public entertainment. Buses have TV Mobile for public entertainment too, but the volume is too soft. That's why there are people who provide free music for the commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the music copyright rule states that you are not allowed to broadcast the copyrighted music in public places. Needless to say, those who play loud music in public places are indirectly violating the terms. Well, you can always argue that the music is played for personal listening with no intention of "broadcast".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who complains that the loud music from inconsiderate people disturbs their peaceful ride especially after a tiring work day. If you really like the peacefulness and quiteness of public transport, take a cab. If you are stingy, then don't complain. This is what to expect on a public bus or train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the above claims that I'm alright with people who broadcast loud music in public transport, I'm not one of the broadcaster. I know that everyone has different taste when it comes to music so I won't share my lousy taste of music with the rest of the crowd. Though I seem selfish in my paragraphs above, I will not be a selfish soul in disturbing other commuters. Playing music loudly in public transport is not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot stop these handphone music's flasher so just adapt to it. Thinking on the positive side may brighten up your journey. If you keep bearing the grudge of hating the teenagers that play ugly music, your journey will darken. If you don't like the music, then simply plug in your earphone and start listening to your own music. Another way is to try to like the music. I just come up with a nice quote: "there's no bad music, only bad listeners". Sounds logical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you encounter a walking radio, face the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1892316579029334198?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1892316579029334198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1892316579029334198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1892316579029334198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1892316579029334198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/loud-music-in-public-transport.html' title='Loud music in public transport'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-7468569131366188890</id><published>2007-06-28T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:00:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOIP</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, the topic "VOIP" keep appearing on my mind. I was exploring the benefits, advantages, disadvantages, substantiality and whether it is realizable or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOIP stands for Voice Over Internet Protocol. Basically, it means you can make and receive voice calls through the Internet protocol. The same protocol which you use to browse the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm free, let me blog my opinions on VOIP in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the very basic, an account. Signing up for a VOIP account is free. I use Gizmo as my VOIP provider because it's reliable and working closely with Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOIP phone. Some mobile phones in the market already have the capability to support VOIP calls. Alternatively, purchasing a VOIP phone that connects to the computer works fine and cheap too. Actually you can just use your computer's speaker and microphone to make phone call too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settings. This can get a little tricky if you are a little dumb. For my Gizmo on N80, all I need to do is to key in my username and password. The configuration is done automatically. The list of supported hardware and its settings can also be found on the website. Follow through and you won't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost. According to Gizmo's price list, making calls to Singapore number is priced at 2 US cents per minute (3 SG cents). Logically, it's cheaper than what M1, SingTel or StarHub can offer now. 10 Euro dollars give you 500 minuter of talktime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want people to call/contact you via your Internet number, you got to apply for it. Gizmo is charging 35 US dollars for a 12 months subscription (53.80 SG dollars). With this, anyone (with or without VOIP service) can call you with the Internet number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the number may look expensively high. Let me do the analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, you buy 500 minutes of talktime a month. (Unused talktime doesn't expire every month) That's SGD 15.40. The Internet number is about SGD 4.50 a month. This is only SGD 19.90 (or round of to SGD 20) a month. Is this amount lower than your current handphone bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good? Time to cancel your mobile line and throw away the SIM card? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS? Sadly, VOIP is only for... voice. There's no option of you being able to send/receive SMS through VOIP. This is perhaps why SIM card is still a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is Internet availability. The whole Singapore is still not yet covered with wireless Internet. This means you cannot make/receive calls when there's no WIFI signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that the 3 mobile providers should start wiring Singapore with wireless Internet. This is the number 1 step that makes VOIP a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, providing cheaper and  more competive cost for the VOIP services. This should of course include a wide range of value added services too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone manufacturers (eg Nokia, Sony Ericsson, Samsung, Panasonic, Motorola) should also launch more of VOIP mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that VOIP is the future of mobile communications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-7468569131366188890?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7468569131366188890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=7468569131366188890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7468569131366188890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7468569131366188890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/voip.html' title='VOIP'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6894901002937598129</id><published>2007-06-27T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:25:48.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Chinese</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm a Chinese and I'm not afraid to let you know. I have absolutely no intention on hiding my race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some people&lt;/i&gt; I came across in life are ashamed of their Chinese roots. They feel that being a Chinese is a disgrace. They then began to watch lots of English show and try to immitate their speaking style and slang. "Yo bro, wassup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The improve of a nation marks the degrading of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Singapore, if you don't know English, you will be laughed at. But if you don't know Chinese, it's perfectly alright. In fact, if you know too much of Chinese, people would start to wonder if you are from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm not good in writing Chinese words but at least I learn and I didn't complain. There are many Chinese who don't want to learn Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student. They always complain that Chinese words are too diffcult to write and remember because it's too complicated. Although most are comfortable in speaking Chinese, they are having lots of problem writing it. If you can spell "hippopotamus", how hard can the Chinese word "he ma" be? It's just the learning mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult. The mindset of "Chinese not important" leads to the downfall of Chinese. True. In company, all documents are in English and even this blog is written in English. What's the point of Chinese? The point of learning Chinese is... you are Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually typed out two looong paragraphs on Chinese music and English music but you are not going to read it because I removed it. It seems so useless and off-topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all Chinese should at least be able to read, write and communicate in Chinese. Do you share my belief?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6894901002937598129?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6894901002937598129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6894901002937598129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6894901002937598129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6894901002937598129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-chinese.html' title='I am Chinese'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6844859259677602246</id><published>2007-06-26T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:13:58.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donate blood</title><content type='html'>Donated blood the 5th ime last Sunday (24 Jun 07) at Tampines East CC. This is my first time visiting the donation center so early. Donation is from 9am to 3pm and I reached at 9.10am. The queue is longer than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I dragged and convinced Teck Thong along to join me in donating blood. Shamefully sad, Teck Thong's vein is too small for blood donation. The nurse explained that the vein would "collapse" if the thick needle is forced into the small vein. Collapsed? I don't know what it means but it certainly sounds scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me that someone wrote to the newspaper applauding the effort of blood donor. Despite this, my parents still don't want to donate blood. Either they are scared of needle or blood. Well, shaldn't force anyone to donate blood as it is suppose to be voluntary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do most Singaporeans fear the idea of donating blood? Are they afraid of saving people's life or are they plain selfish? I wouldn't blame you if you fall under the "thin vein", "unhealthy" or "AIDS" category. But if your body is perfectly fine and healthy, go donate blood. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for Joy who ask me to join her in donating blood in our school last year, I wouldn't be doing something this meaningful. It's a good feeling to know that your healthy red blood can actually save a life. Not many people in our class responded to the blood drive at TP last year. Other than me and Joy, Xin Fu is another good samaritan. Since then, I have been donating blood every 12 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of 2007, a local news report reported that the blood in blood bank is low. Maybe it's due to the fact that more people are loosing more blood in accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait till you are a receiver then you decide to be a donator. It's not too late to be a donor now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6844859259677602246?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6844859259677602246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6844859259677602246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6844859259677602246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6844859259677602246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/donate-blood.html' title='Donate blood'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2224262609297899767</id><published>2007-06-25T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:03:38.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My N80 is now IE</title><content type='html'>Nokia N80 comes in 2 version; the normal version and the Internet Edition (IE) version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About one year ago, I received my N80 from my father. Back then, the IE version is not available yet. One month later, Nokia announces the IE version of N80. Selling away my N80 for N80-IE is a foolish idea. So I got to live with the "oldest" version of N80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, Nokia announces "Nokia Software Updater". It allows N-series user to upgrade their phone's software (firmware) version manually. No need to go down Nokia Care and wait for days for them to do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is just go to this website: &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com/A4176089" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nokia.com/A4176089&lt;/a&gt;, select your mobile phone model and download the installer. Install the installer and run the programe. Plug in your data cable and follow the instructions on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will show your current firmware version and the latest available firmware. Continue through to download the firmware and install it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IMPORTANT: NEVER DISCONNECT THE CABLES WHEN YOU ARE INSALLING THE FIRMWARE OR YOUR PHONE WILL SPOIL (BRICK). Good luck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my N80 is officially N80-IE! The WLAN scanning on active standby simplifies the WLAN connection. It also comes with lots of new option to set up VOIP calls. It's working great! Finally, they also remove the shutter sound when taking pictures from the camera. Lots of new update and some minor tweaks. Ask me personally or if you want to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go a N-series phone? Update now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2224262609297899767?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2224262609297899767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2224262609297899767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2224262609297899767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2224262609297899767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-n80-is-now-ie.html' title='My N80 is now IE'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-143351369943415204</id><published>2007-06-17T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:27:57.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for NS... soon</title><content type='html'>Soon, very soon, I will be doing my part as a Singapore male citizen. Serving the army and training to protect the nation along with many other heros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another exactly &lt;strong&gt;90 days&lt;/strong&gt;, my life will be restricted to serving the nation. No more long hours of Internet access, no more camera phone to capture beautiful moments around me, no more queen size bed to sleep on, no more delicious meals to satisfy my huger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I get is training after training with lots of males around me. That's so pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the citizen of Singapore, pledge to serve our nation with pride, regardless of whether you like it or not, based on justice and equality. No, I'm not mocking at our pledge. It's just my view on NS that just happen to sound like our pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people ask me "you scared or not". Honestly, nothing to be afraid or "scared" of. Every heroic man in Singapore got to play his part in protecting the civillian. Well, unless you are physically handicapped or mentally ill-ed. Quite glad that I finally got my enlistment letter. Most of my friends are enlisted in June, meaning they are in the camp already. Wonder how are they doing now. Some of my friends will be ending the torture in 1 year time. A small portion of my friends have done their NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I remember I owe many people "some" thing. Owe Hui Ting an entry on "When Joy comes", owe Shawn lots of birthday presents, owe Sophia a testimonial on Laydio T-shirt. Not forgetting the entry I promised on my 6 years of primary school life. I can easily write up something on the entries I owe but it wouldn't be nice. I don't like to rush through writing blog entries. Writing an entry must be well planned and researched. Most importantly, I must have the "feel" (mood). As for Shawn's birthday present, wait I earn money first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to predict and prevent the most unpredictable accidents. Example, getting shot accidentally by camp mates, getting heat stroke after running, grenade exploding at me, lost in the jungle, falling down on the slippery shower floor, choking on food, urine on bed, freaked out by ghost. The list goes on and on. Yes, don't worry, I will be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is worried on the thing that is the most unexpected. She's worried that I might kill someone (or more than one). When I was younger, I had bad temper. Really bad. When things don't go the way I want, I would just wreak havoc. Of course, I am better now. If not you will see me in Boy's home or jail now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark side of me. I might forgive but never forget. If someone seriously irritates me, I will sabotage him in the dark and make sure he suffers. Guess not many know that I belong to the revengeful type. Don't worry, not many people are worth my time planning the attack. If there's really bastards in my camp, I will not hestitate to give them some "happy hour".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years should be fast. 3 long years of life in Temasek Polytechnic seem so short. After deducting the holidays, weekends, sick leave and other off, 2 years of army life should be actually 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pass my NAPFA so I got to undergo a 4 week of hell training. It's not bad actually because you get to go in first then those who are fitter. You get to know the places well and see people "sua gu" their way. Being better familiar with the place gives you more advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, hope there's more people with the same interest as me. It will be a nightmare if everyone is discussing on a topic that I have no idea about. Doesn't want to feel alienated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 September 2007.&lt;br /&gt;BMTC School 1.&lt;br /&gt;9.30 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-143351369943415204?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/143351369943415204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=143351369943415204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/143351369943415204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/143351369943415204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-for-ns-soon.html' title='Going for NS... soon'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6596219181687166439</id><published>2007-06-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:32:36.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time control</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wished that you can control the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the voyage on bus to work yesterday, a primary school came into the frame of my eye. I then tell my friend, "nowadays primary school is so different from last time". He agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember how your primary school look like? Well, I do. Taking a look at my primary school now, it's hard to imagine how much had changed. Things around us in our life are constantly changing. Some changes are too fast for us to accept, comprehend and decipher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I can have the supernatural power of time control. Pause the time and take a walk around the globe. Check out what everyone is doing at the time I paused the time. Slowly appreciate the things around me hoping to discover something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better if I can go back in time. I'm just like any other human being out there. We don't always cherish, appreciate and enjoy what we have now. What we have now is always been taken for granted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish to go back in time secretly to witness your parents marriage, witness your own birth, see the childish you when you enter kindergarten, rediscover everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going further back in time, experience the World War 2 on the scene with 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; person view. Celebrate together with fellow Singaporeans on 9 August 1965. See Yusof Ishak in the flesh instead of on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know it's impossible to go back in time or stop time. At least the current technology doesn't allow this to happen. Maybe 10 centuries later or 20 centuries later, it will be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you have the power to control time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6596219181687166439?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6596219181687166439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6596219181687166439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6596219181687166439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6596219181687166439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-control.html' title='Time control'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6902311186772340569</id><published>2007-06-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:01:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to teach children?</title><content type='html'>I KNOW, I know, I know. I'm definitely not in such a position to discuss about how to teach children. I know, I am still not a parent yet but I have something I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some parents like to punish and shame their kids in the public? Last week, I was at Simei (outside Eastpoint Mall) after doing my check-up at Changi General Hospital. While waiting for the lift to bring me up to the entry area, a mother was asking his son to give her his EZ-link card. The boy say that it's not with him. The mother panicked. Seeing that his mother is panic, the boy then surrender his EZ-link card to his mother. I don't know why the mother was so angry that she slapped her son real hard in the face on the right cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a must to get so angry so small thing? Yea, the boy is mischievous. But don't need slap so hard on the face in public area right? After slapping the boy, the mother left angrily with the EZ-link card, leaving the boy crying alone. WHAT A MOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the remaining of the story is not important so it will not be included in this entry. If you still want to know, just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to raise a child but at least don't treat your child like an animal. Teach, not reprimand. Give love, don't wait until it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very same place of the incident mentioned above; a week before it, an accident took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 8 year old school boy is knocked down by a reversing truck, dying on the spot. Family grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to the screenshot of the news here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/YAHOO.jpg"&gt;- link 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/4qoldus.jpg"&gt;- link 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are crying over their dead child while you are making your child cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting those physically/mentally disabled children. They are born handicapped yet most parents didn't abandon them. With efforts so hard, they still give the best to their child, hoping that they will be happy. Yet some parents are out to make their child unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SCOLD ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that it's wrong to scold or punish children. Of course, when kid is naughty, we should discipline them. If we don't discipline the kid when they are young, what will they become of if they grow up? Discipline them, teach them and educate them. A little louder voice is okay to make yourself look stricter. Some parents just scold, beat, slap, cane, punish, torture, mutiliate their children when they did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my old house, my neighbour (2 years younger than me) always get whipped by his father's belt when he did something wrong. Eh, come on man, you are killing your son here, not a wild boar in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that some people are saddist. They enjoy seeing people getting tortured or in pain. But parents? If you don't like children, just don't give birth to one. Lots of contraception techniques out there, just choose one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child is a gift of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not so easy to teach children. Maybe one day when I have my own kids, then I will understand the toughness. Maybe my thinking is too childish. Maybe, I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry doesn't fit the title but can't think of a suitable title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to teach children? Maybe someone should teach me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6902311186772340569?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6902311186772340569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6902311186772340569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6902311186772340569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6902311186772340569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-teach-children.html' title='How to teach children?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6612464064542638169</id><published>2007-05-28T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:42:09.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden mouth</title><content type='html'>Encounter senior citizen with fake golden tooth in their mouth before? Cool. HAHA! That's not the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having lunch at KFC a few days back. Saw this family of 4 (parents, baby in pram and either parents' mother) having lunch there too. The father is holding on to the old granny while the mother is pushing the baby pram. When they were about to leave, another family is entering the KFC. The family that is entering the KFC gracefully helped by opening and holding the door for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys me (and perhaps the family holding the door) is that the family of 4 didn't bother to thank or smile at the humans that help them with the door. No, they didn't even look at them. As if the person holding the transparent door is transparent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion, they are either mute or blind. Wait, they can't be mute because I heard them chatting before. So they must be blind. You see, more Singaporeans are getting short-sighted nowadays. They can't see far, they can only see what they want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the correct attitude they are trying to teach children? Can't they just open their golden mouth and say "thank you"? Is it really hard? Golden mouth. Cannot open because the contamination in air particles will destroy the gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do try to hold the door for people behind me. SOME would appreciate my effort by saying "thanks". Most would just look at me thinking I'm just a door-boy trying to earn tips from them. Those wearing button-ed shirt with tie on collar, stop thinking that you are some great person that look down upon people judging from their attire. I'm not born to open the door for you. It's just my courtesy from my upbringing that teaches me to be kind to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To selfish people, they will have this thinking. "You want to hold the door your problem lah, why want me to thank you. You not happy you don't hold the door lor, I got hands that can open the door myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden mouth. As if basic courtesy also falls under the "lawyer consultation" category. Golden words from golden mouth need to be paid if you want to hear the "thank you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6612464064542638169?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6612464064542638169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6612464064542638169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6612464064542638169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6612464064542638169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/golden-mouth.html' title='Golden mouth'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5785922615355291284</id><published>2007-05-20T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:06:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Vi.... XP!</title><content type='html'>What is the main benefit of Windows Vista over Windows XP other than vector icons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security? Are you really sure that Windows Vista is safe? How safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is not the first time we've mentioned a Windows Vista crack, and it won't be the last, but now a hacker group known as NoPE somehow managed to create a cracked Windows Vista DVD that works immediately, out of the box, with no serial number or activation keys required. Just like some of those corporate versions of Windows XP that worked for years, the hacked Vista product appears to be already activated and it even automatically updates itself with the latest patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/security%3F-nope/vista-hacked-again-this-time-even-more-effectively-261639.php" target="_blank"&gt;Source: Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bao Fa demonstrated the power of Windows Vista to me on his powerful laptop a few months back. He mentioned that Windows Vista prevents the editing and creating of files from unknown program unless you run it with administrator privilege. Of course, this is... cool! If people are so intelligent in the first place, they would have scan the file for virus first and then take precaution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing is the visual tooltip. Not really &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; useful but at least you can have a preview first before clicking on the application on the taskbar. Guess what? My Windows XP has this too! I installed VTP (Vista Transformation Pack) and there's this cool Visual Tooltip application that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows Vista Start menu is incomparably amazing. Just press the Windows button (to launch the Start menu) and start searching for what you want. Really simple. For example you want to launch System Restore, just press the Windows button and start typing restore. Once you see your result, press enter and it will launch the program. Now, there's this program named ViStart that can do the job equally well on Windows XP. My Start menu now looks like that from Windows Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the cool glass theme from Windows Vista too! Aero Glass. This is one of the most useless feature in Windows Vista but without it, your Windows Vista will look so dead. It's basically a translucent effect on the title bar and its edges when not maximized. I must admit that it's nice. The taskbar also blends in with your desktop wallpaper too. My recommendation, install WindowBlinds 5.5 and go search for a Windows Vista theme on DeviantArt. Easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you installed VTP, it will come bundle with Windows Vista icons and a new clock on your system tray to suit the theme. Not forgetting Windows Vista's user pictures, wallpapers and screensaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip 3D is getting tricky here. A little search on the Internet revealed that TopDesk 1.4.2 can do the Flip 3D for Windows XP but it's not free. &lt;s&gt;Anyone can help me with this?&lt;/s&gt; EDIT: Installed the full version of TopDesk 1.4.2 on my laptop minutes ago. Now I have Flip 3D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail my Windows XP with Windows Vista look and performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5785922615355291284?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5785922615355291284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5785922615355291284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5785922615355291284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5785922615355291284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/windows-vi-xp.html' title='Windows Vi.... XP!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-490668330631327807</id><published>2007-05-18T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:29:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 3 in 4K digital</title><content type='html'>WEE~ Finally got the chance to watch Spiderman 3 in cinema. Wanted to watch it on my birthday but the seats are selling out too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have watched Spiderman 1 and 2 before, you will know that Spiderman is full of stunning computer effects. That's why me and my friends insist on watching it in the best possible effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3 in 4K digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4K digital? Refer to the chart below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV: 720 x 576&lt;br /&gt;HDTV: 1920 x 1080&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4K digital: 4096 x 2160&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4K digital is the best resolution for cinema graphics at the moment. No doubt Spiderman 3 must be watched in 4K digital. The video is extremely clear as compared to the normal cinema movies. I was seated 4th row from the back and I feel like I'm really into the movie! Not only video but audio too. Crisp clear digital sounds effects blasting into your ears at the most perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all cinema in Singapore has Spiderman 3 in 4K digital. We chose to watch it at the Singapore largest (Golden Village) cinema; Vivo City. First time at Vivo City though. Pictures are available for viewing by viewing my Flickr photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are rich, maybe you can try to buy this piece of nice baby for your home entertainment. Sony CineAlta 4K digital projection. Well, I don't know the price but good luck =D For those who are interested in detailed information on this projector: &lt;a href="http://www.cine4home.com/reviews/projectors/SonyCineAlta4K/SRX-R110.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cine4home.com/reviews/&lt;br&gt;projectors/SonyCineAlta4K/SRX-R110.htm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the future of cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to watch Pirates of Carribean Sea: At World's End in full 4K digital too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-490668330631327807?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/490668330631327807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/490668330631327807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-in-4k-digital.html' title='Spiderman 3 in 4K digital'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2880916429234401494</id><published>2007-05-12T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T16:20:23.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaper than smoking cigarettes</title><content type='html'>Guess what! I've found an alternative to smoking! Best of all, it's cheaper and no more age limit to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing... DDT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDT is a poison commonly found in pesticides. Baygon or Shieldox can do the job well. Just open your mouth and spray spray a bit. Of course, that isn't enough. It's advise to add some Carbon Monoxide. Carbon Monoxide can be obtained if you place your mouth wide open at your car's exhaust pipe and let the engine run. To top it up, you can also add some Arsenic. Aresenic is commonly found in rat poison. If that doesn't get you addicted, drink some coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad or crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDT, Carbon Monoxide and Aresenic are 3 out of the hundreds of chemicals in a stick of cigarettes. Popping all these into your mouth is cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, the ingredients are already cheaper alot.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, you need not endure the pain of cancer or other illness because you will die straight away!&lt;br /&gt;3rd, you need not be 18 to buy pesticide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T TRY THE ABOVE SUGGESTION IF YOU ARE A NON-SMOKER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do people want to breathe in and swallow all the poisonous chemicals into their body? Is self-mutilate a trend now? What are the smokers out there thinking when they first took the first puff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious?&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, I wonder how does this stick taste like. Does it taste the same as the one on my boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-stress?&lt;br /&gt;"So stress, smoking might be a good way for me to forget my stress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill time?&lt;br /&gt;"So sian sia, let me try something new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure?&lt;br /&gt;"If I don't destroy my body like what my friends are doing, they might not friend me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake?&lt;br /&gt;*puff*puff* "Gawd! Isn't this a cigarette?! I didn't notice it on my hand. I thought it was a lollipop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever people create cigarettes for foolish people to use. Foolish people pay money to clever people for destroying their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to survey/research/statistics/study/finding, 59% of the Asians are smokers. That's about 3 smokers in 5 people. No wonder where I go, I see smoke coming out from people's breathing organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about chemicals in cigarettes, allow me to introduce a short list of commonly found chemicals in cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acetone&lt;br /&gt;- you can find this in nail polish remover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammonia&lt;br /&gt;- if you study chemistry, you will know that this is deadly and smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butane&lt;br /&gt;- without this, your lighter to light your cigarettes won't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadmium&lt;br /&gt;- your Energizer/Eveready batteries have this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethanol&lt;br /&gt;- a form of alcohol but not for drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen Cyanide&lt;br /&gt;- just need to know that this is poisonous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methane&lt;br /&gt;- do you know that when you flush toilet, methane will be produced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methanol&lt;br /&gt;- a component in rocket's fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napthalene&lt;br /&gt;- found in mothball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicotine&lt;br /&gt;- this is the number 1 chemical that keeps you addicted and loyal to it like dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stearic Acid&lt;br /&gt;- can be found in candle wax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toluene&lt;br /&gt;- industrial cleaning solvent, highly poisonous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading so many funny names, I think smokers don't really care either. They will just say, "bluff lah" or "nevermind lah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say.. &lt;strong&gt;QUIT LAH&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the smokers who are reading this, quit smoking please. I know it's hard but heard of this wonderful word "determination"? Brave yourself and tell yourself you can do it! Give yourself the image of ugly cancer or those disgusting chemicals when you light a cigarette. Get your girlfriend/boyfriend to help you. If you partner happens to be a smoker, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another finding states that, most teenagers who smoke have either parent that smokes too. You won't want your children to commit suicide right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other things you can do besides smoking. Example: bite your fingernails, eat a potato, bake a lemon cake or even write a song. Don't let your time (and life) go wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have more than enough life to squander away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2880916429234401494?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2880916429234401494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2880916429234401494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2880916429234401494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2880916429234401494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/cheaper-than-smoking-cigarettes.html' title='Cheaper than smoking cigarettes'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3533135652145407443</id><published>2007-05-10T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:35:40.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky 21</title><content type='html'>I'm 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be a cause for celebration but too bad I'm unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of my birthday, I went out with my secondary school friends. Not really a celebration but it's just a gathering. Long time no see my secondary school friends. Planned to watch Spiderman 3 but no seats. Should have done online booking first because we are watching Spiderman 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decide to play bowling at Marina Square. Damn, the waiting list has about 10 people. How long does "1 person" plays. P.S. "1 person" on the waiting list represents a group of friends. You count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intelligent friend suggest we go bowling at Cineleisure. We walked from Marina Square to Cineleisure. WHY do I have to suffer the torture on my legs on my birthday? Training for NS is the reason for the long distance walk. Happen to pass by PC Bunk so decided to check it out. Most were playing MapleStory and Audition. Saw a high level at Zakum. First time seeing Zakum slaying in 'live' action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a thought bubble above your head. "Cineleisure got bowling alley meh?" PRECISELY! That's why I say my friend is "intelligent". To think the rest of us actually follow his idea blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bowling, we headed for the pool instead. Not the water pool but the $9.80 an hour poking balls with stick. First thing first, the damn price is damn high. Second thing second, another long waiting list.  ya w n~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the unlucky dinner, I don't wish to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 7th May, my throat starts to feel the pain. Drank lots of water trying to neutralize the sore throat. Not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fell sick on 8th May. Sore throat isn't getting any better. To top it up, high fever is falling in! WOW! Buy one get one free? Pop-ed 2 Panadol in the time frame of 6 hours. Slept almost the whole day. I'm feeling damn kkkcooool but everyone says that the night is hot so they decide to turn on the air-con. Nevermind, sacrifice me instead of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th May, I feel better waking up in the morning because I didn't feel feverish anymore. Measuring my temperature with my thermometer, 38.8&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;/sup&gt;C. Guess I'm wrong. Rested for the whole bloody day again. Pop-ed another Panadol at 9pm hoping to fall asleep early. Turned and tossed but can't sleep. Watch TV lor. Took another temperature, 37.6&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;/sup&gt;C. Yeah, finally the heat reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, I'm 100% sure that I'm feeling better now. No more tiredness and headache. Body temperature is at 36.8&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;/sup&gt;C. YEAH! Finally recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a test I had for my 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toothache now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3533135652145407443?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3533135652145407443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3533135652145407443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3533135652145407443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3533135652145407443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/unlucky-21.html' title='Unlucky 21'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-4260288877016360067</id><published>2007-05-03T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:40:32.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring your own bag</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the 2nd BYOB (bring your own bag) day. Was it a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News report on the television make it seems like almost all customer do bring their own bag. I don't think so. From my visual survey at Tampines Mall NTUC Fairprice yesterday from 9pm to 10pm. I didn't see anyone with their own bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some customer would say "oh it's today hor, I forgot". Anyone donated 10 cents to Singapore Environment Council for each plastic bag used? No. Most would just see see look look at the donation can and carry on with their payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those aggressive customer would try to aruge back. "Why must I pay for the plastic bag, so stingy". Oh stingy huh? I would label you as selfish instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live on this Earth, I live on this Earth, we live on this Earth. While everyone is doing their part to save the Earth, you continue to destroy the Earth. HEY! If you don't want to protect Earth, just freaking get lost and go live in Venus. Why make people suffer with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier aunties have to do their job too. Some cashier aunties just ignore the BYOB and continue giving out plastic bag like nobody business. They didn't even bother to ask if customer do bring their own bag or ask for donation. Plain laziness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting those who risk the fact of drying up their saliva. There are actually staffs asking every customer. Greet, smile and Thanks (GST); the basic of customer service. One or two cashier aunties even bother explaining to customer the reason behind BYOB day and the significance of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYOB day is held on every first Wednesday of the month. Make sure you don't give a strange stare to the cashier when they ask you for your bag, it will make you look like a mountain tortise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the BYOB should be held more often. Once a week. What's the side effect of it being once a week instead of once a month? None. Unless you think that saving the Earth is something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only you can bring your own bag during BYOB day, you can bring your own bag everytime you go shopping! The last time I went NTUC to buy some things and I produced my own bag while making payment. The cashier girl gives me the o.O look thinking I'm mad. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the Earth starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to bring your own bag on your next trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-4260288877016360067?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4260288877016360067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=4260288877016360067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4260288877016360067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4260288877016360067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/bring-your-own-bag.html' title='Bring your own bag'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5320034756582284962</id><published>2007-04-30T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:48:23.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years of life in Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>3 January 1991, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I attended school. Before attending kindergarten, I never attended any school or lesson before. Life before 5 years old was so... lifeless. Never knew what was it like to be in a school, surrounded by classmates, lead by teachers, far from parents and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being super glued to my parents so 4 years, I can't let go. LOL. I cried on top of my voice because the monster (teacher) is trying to drag me away from my parents. The whole place is damn noisy. Imagine so many kids crying at the same time. Some sobers quietly, some blast it out (like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the teacher carrying me to the office because my crying is too loud that I will disturb other classmates. On the way to the office, I struggled and struggled. I kicked my leg so hard that my sandals flew off. Why sandals? My parents know that I don't like to wear cover shoes. Of course, it wasn't allowed but since it's the first day of school and they got to please me. While the teacher is bending down to pick up my sandals, I pissed on her. No, I didn't aim or anything. It just happened. She then change me a new pair of pants and told me to wait in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stoppped crying! Maybe because no one was in the office. No point crying since no one will be watching. After a while, the teacher fetched me back to the class and warn me not to cry again or I will be in the office again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my course of study in K1, my mother always sign up coloring contest for me. Why coloring contest? She notice that I can't draw well. Despite all the coloring contest I took part in, I never won any award. Not even one. Very saddening. I put in so much effort to color it yet I didn't win. Then I look at the winning entries. Okay, I don't deserve to win. I simply can't draw and color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we were told to draw a scenery. Due to my low arts cell, I'm the last one to complete. Then one of my classmate came to me and say, "the sun don't need like this draw". What she meant was, I need not draw the ray from the sun, just draw a circle and color it orange will do. HEY! That's clever. I reply "yes ok" but when she left, I still drew the sun ray. I'm not used to drawing a "naked" sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my grandmother who bring me to school and fetch me from school everyday; regardless of rain or shine. Once it rain, the umbrella flew away and she sheltered me with her body. Sometimes, we would just left for school forgetting to wear uniform, forgetting to bring bag, forgetting to wear school shoes and alot of funny moments. Thanks ah mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My K1 of study is at block 284, Tampines street 22. It's not very nicely renovated and they don't have computers or air-con. Besides, I don't have much recollections there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, my parents realise the computer potential in me and decides to enrol me in another kindergarten for my second year of study. My K2 life is at block 106, Tampines street 11. Yes, it's just below Bao Fa's block but we are not classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main different is of course the addition of computer lesson. It's call the.... EduLand if I'm not wrong. Upon completion a module/course, you will be awarded with a certificate indicating your activness. Not useful but I still keep it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another add-on is the.... lecture hall? I don't know the name but should be since the design is the same. We would sit at the steps, the teacher would sit in front, telling story. It's quite boring so some student always sit behind and pretend to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2 is morning class for me. This is a good news for parents because breakfast will be provided! This is a bad news for me because I've got to eat breakfast in school. I belong to the type of "don't-like-breakfast" but no choice. The most common breakfast is the ceral with milk. It's flexible though. For those who want milk, just raise up the left (or right) hand and indicate the "pour-more-milk" sign. I usually go without milk because I'm lazy to raise my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong to those active type but I do belong to those.... err.. "don't-mess-with-me". There is this huge music (+ activity) room for us to relax our muscle. In order to skip those boring activities, I always get the excuse of toilet. Not long, my parents were informed because they suspect that I got bladder problem. Then my parents started monitoring my toilet visits. Of course, I got clever. I visited the toilet lesser when I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this teacher that threaten to lock us in the music room if we don't keep quiet. Some stupid retarded shit people just continue to make noise then the teacher just walk out of the music room. I got so scared of locked in that I went to push open the door and cry out loud. Not long, another classmate joins in. It's locked! No matter how we push, the door won't open. Then the teacher came back with a radio in her hand and push open the door. It was then we realise that the door should be pull from the inside in order to open. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2 also taught me the difference between "three" and "tree". Am I retarded or what? If not for this K2, I might still get blur between "three" and "tree".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my handsome and cute look, I was selected to perform at the annual graduation ceremony together with my other classmates. My job is just to dance around gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2 is also the year I strike chicken pox. Stupid chicken pox makes me MC for 1 month. A terrible life at home with chicken pox all over my body. This is perhaps my longest MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm fully recovered and finally back to school, a terrible news shocked me! The teacher got another student to replace my position in the dance because I was on MC for 1 month. Rehearsal can't wait for me so I was replaced. I wonder was it Bao Fa who replaced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memorable incident. We are supposed to deposit our bag in the shelf before entering a classroom. In order to punish students who just throw their bags around, the bag will be confiscated in the principal's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. My bag was one of the bag that got confiscated during a random spot check. It was after a lesson and I can't find my bag anywhere, the teacher told me that my bag got confiscated. I rushed to the principal's office and I see my bag on top of a shelf. No matter how hard, far, high I jump, I still can't reach it. I'm clever. I attempt to shake the whole shelf to make my bag drop. Maybe I will be a hero if I resuce my friend's bag too. The principal stopped me for obvious reason. Final skill, cry. I cry and cry and cry and cry until the principal got damn annoyed that she call my mother down. I also got damned annoyed because she doesn't want to return me my bag that ran out of school but got caught back by one of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the bag was returned to me when my mother come down. Oh crap! Should have just return it to me. Waste my mother's energy and effort to come down just for one stupid bag. Yeah, why did I cry for a stupid bag. I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 November 1992, Friday. The last day of school for my kindergarten life. Dress nicely for the graduation photo shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't attend the stupid ceremony because I was replaced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5320034756582284962?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5320034756582284962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5320034756582284962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5320034756582284962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5320034756582284962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-years-of-life-in-kindergarten.html' title='2 years of life in Kindergarten'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-5190341401664033487</id><published>2007-04-20T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:10:23.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain message</title><content type='html'>Those who know me will certainly know that I HATE people who forwards chain message to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain message can be in the form of e-mail, SMS, Friendster's bulletin board or even snail mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the content, I just hate chain message. I don't know why people like them so much. Worse of all, why do people believe in it. There's this saying, "people who create chain message is stupid, people who send chain message is even more stupid". My saying, "chain message is only for people with IQ lesser than 50". Obviously, I do have some friends that fit into this category perfectly. They are not only "more stupid", their IQ is "lesser than 50" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of chain message going around in this Internet world. Let me explore some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Curse&lt;/b&gt; (basically, the sender that send you this type of chain message is laying a curse on you)&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Send this message to another 666 people or you will get into a car accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Spread the word&lt;/B&gt; (the sender that send you this type of chain message obviously did not read the newspaper)&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Please send this message too all your friend so they will know of the pityful old lady that got raped. For every message forwarded, CPELQIDX will donate $0.01 to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Send more, luck more&lt;/B&gt; (either the person who forwads such email has no basic common sense or they are just simply retarded)&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Now, send this to another 88 people and you will be very lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Wong "interviewed" a sender of chain message for her opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/chain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/chain-1.jpg" alt="Click to view full size image."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interview concluded that it's the receiver's fault for opening chain message. The receiver of chain message should not make a big fuss about it and should continue the chain of the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you regard me as your friend, stop sending me chain message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-5190341401664033487?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5190341401664033487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=5190341401664033487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5190341401664033487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/5190341401664033487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/chain-message.html' title='Chain message'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_chain-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-8500816535932678867</id><published>2007-04-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:49:28.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years of life in East View Secondary School</title><content type='html'>I was a student of EVSS from 1999 to 2003. 5 years, terrible. Lots of memories though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always go around saying, if one day I'm successful, I wouldn't be thankful for this school. Really. This school simply gives me the feeling of reputation &gt; student. All they did that claim to be for the good of students ended up it's for their own reputation sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandal of life, no need to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important thing, I'm from Express stream although I studied in that school for 5 years. I'm not from Normal. Heard of retain? Read here if you want more information about it: &lt;a href="http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-i-fail-my-secondary-3.html" target="_blank"&gt;Why I fail my Secondary 3&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times in EVSS changes me from a boy to a man. Lots of things happened. 13 years old to 17 years old in a school with your classmates becoming friends, friends becoming buddies, buddies becoming enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite small size when I enter secondary 1. It was afternoon session. My last afternoon session. Every morning, I would wake up and start preparing for my day in school. No time to crap around. Every afternoon, the boring afternoon weather will accompany through my lessons. Ever evening, it will be a nice moment queuing up at the parade square, singing national anthem and getting ready to be dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember much about the things that happen in secondary 1. However, there is one incident that I will always remember. Me fighting with another classmate. He's &lt;a href="http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/chong-boon-keong-eugene.html" target="_blank"&gt;Eugene Chong&lt;/a&gt;. Doesn't wish to comment about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2 onwards, it was all morning session! Personally, I prefer morning session to afternoon session. After school in morning session, you will have the whole afternoon to study, do homework and play. This isn't the case for afternoon session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ngiam and Miss Kew (then principal and vice principal) decides to step down. Meaning I will have a new principal and vice principal during my secondary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is quite peaceful for the first two years. I'm not a troublemaker and most teachers and classmates have no problem with me. I'm a quiet student too, that leaves me with little friends. Haha, I guess I'm quite nerdy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat of life sails me to secondary 3. A year of total change of Jerry. I became lazy, noisy, troublemaker and got disliked by most of my classmates. Because of me, they can't study well. Forever, I didn't hand up my homework and assigments. Never did I pass any of the subjects. Yes, straight fail for every test and exam. Got chased out of the class by teachers countless time. Everytime I'm chased out of the class, I prayed that the principal is not doing his rounds or I will get canned. Yes, I'm very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can sense that the teachers are losing hope on me. They are treating me as a problem student and rotten apple. One teacher even asked me in the face, "how did you get into this class". Thinking of it, I also don't know what came into me. Puberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002, I repeated another year of secondary 3. Only then I realise that I have been a folly for a year. I began to work hard again. It's not easy as I'm now in a lousy class. A class so lousy that teachers even have problem teaching. Those students are like me in the past. Now I know what a clown I was. Due to the fact that I'm a retainee, I scored well in every test and exam. In fact, always getting first for maths and science is no problem at all. I studied for it too. The feeling of everyone knowing it's you before the results are announced and everyone looking at you when the results are announced is great. My name always appeared at the ranking board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of "I'm too good", some people disliked me. I tried to befriend them instead. We ended up as good friends. This is the time I widen and broaden up my social circle by alot. Got alot of buddies and friends. They are nice! Now I know how to balance my work with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 4, I did it again. Challenging the teachers. Not one, not two but three teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is my maths teacher. I did not do my homework and was instructed to stay behind in school to complete my homework. I disobeyed. I look up the teacher in her office and reason it out with her. I questioned her, "what's the point of handing up homework when most of the students are just copying". I did not make up any stories, indeed there's alot of people who copies homework in school. Then the teacher just replied "no, I can tell that they are not copying". Now, she's telling me that she's not fit to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ordered me to complete my maths assignment or she will report me to the head of mathematics. "I will report you to the head of mathematics instead", that's my reply. No joke. I really reported her. My message to all my teachers teaching me: "don't force me to do homework, I will do it if I want". Cheers for me! No more pressure for homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second case is my chinese teacher. She's the head of Chinese and mother tounge. She's quite bossy and impose strict rules. Afraid that I might get punished, I always pay 100.5% attention during her lesson. Somehow, she still don't like me as my chinese isn't very good. The dooms day. Once I forgot to bring my assignment and I was forced to stay behind to write the chinese idioms (cheng yu). I have to write all 150 idioms 20 times each. THAT'S INSANE! She claims that it's a beneficial punishment as I will also learn from it. There's about 10 people staying behind to serve the punishment. I spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to confront the teacher and tell her that "a chance should be given" instead of punishing on the spot. I really forgot to bring my assignment! She ignores me and instructed me to go back and write the idioms. FINE! I went back to my desk, collect my bag, walk out of the classroom and slam the door. When I reached home, the teacher had already called home and spoke to my mother. My mother is the understanding type and understands my situation after I explained to her. She agrees with me that the teacher is just being fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third case is my art teacher. HEY! I NEVER LIKE ARTS! I'm forced into this art class for no reason. I appealed to the vice principal that I want to change to D&amp;T but was rejected. My D&amp;T has better grades than my arts yet they put me in arts? It was then I understand that the school never cared for their student interest. They wanted me to fail instead of excel. Nevertheless, I still give my utmost attention and participation in art class. Never cause or create problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art teacher just dislike me, she picked on me on every little thing. She says I can't draw well, can't paint well. I then nicely request her to teach me drawing and paininting yet she replies "you should already know how to draw and paint". Yeah, who doesn't? Then there's this time she held up my art piece in front of the class and commented that my drawing and painting standard belongs to kindergarten level. This really annoys me. I complaint to my parents. The very next day, my father went down to the school to talk it out. Things got better for a while. My arts teacher started to treat me nicer. Nicer means she's ignoring me. Not long, she's gone. Hearsay that she's undergoing some consultation. E8 for O level arts on my certificate, who's fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of us studying really hard. I mean REALLY HARDWORKING studying for the O levels. Everyone was so hardworking and nice to everyone. We helped out each other. Questions and questions from ten year series. Tips and tips from teachers. The tip was "do more ten year series". We were so united when it came to O levels. Those scenes of studying together in a full blast air-conditioned underground room will stay in my brain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all my classmates and friends for being there for me. And thank me for being there for you. Not easy to go through but at least we all passed! No effort, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years of life in EVSS is not enough to put it out all into words. There are alot of things I have yet to write about; camp trips, toilet shots, TTT nonsense, basketball matches, video cam-ing in class, visiting to friend's house. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-8500816535932678867?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8500816535932678867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=8500816535932678867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8500816535932678867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/8500816535932678867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-years-of-life-in-east-view-secondary.html' title='5 years of life in East View Secondary School'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2534621644079108382</id><published>2007-04-13T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:21:37.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Security guards</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been stopped by security guards while in an attempt to enter a building? Irritating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can argue that they are there for our safety. Yes, I would like to say that most security guards concerned aren't really ensuring my security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see so many blue uniform officer carrying scary weapon walking up and down the stations of North East Line (NEL) and in the train. I think they are just doing it for the show. Have you ever got your belongings checked or have you seen them doing spot check on other passengers? My own reply is "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to enter my brother's secondary school to settle something, then the security stops me. Now here's the problem. The first time I attempt to enter the school, I was instructed to leave my IC behind in exchange for a visitor pass. The second time, they just told me to write down my name and contact number in exchange for the pass. The third time, nothing. They just ask me where I'm going and allow me to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are security guards for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I'm a terrorist. (NOT REAL!) I can just walk into the school or train, bypassing all means of security and set off a bomb. BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the main purpose of them imposing security guards when they aren't even guarding to give a sense of security. I think the security guards are just posing, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got suggestion. You know those funny metal entrance that can detect if you have metal object with you? Yeah, implement more of these. They will certainly be helpful. Before walking through the metal door, you will be instructed to take out all the things in your pocket, place it in a small basket beside it and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if the suicide bomb sets off while the terrorist clears the pocket, then it's too bad. But at least this extra step increases the level of defense and put the security guards to more use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Osama for causing so much trouble for everyone. But at least he makes us realise the importance of security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2534621644079108382?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2534621644079108382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2534621644079108382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2534621644079108382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2534621644079108382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/security-guards.html' title='Security guards'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-2091919430292808441</id><published>2007-04-12T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:23:23.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sleeping habits</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have bad sleeping habits. I will leave it as plural because I think there's alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep if it's bright. I prefer it to be dark; as dark as possible or at least dimly lighted. Maybe this explains why I don't take afternoon nap unless I'm taking those medicine that makes me drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point, I prefer to sleep with music/songs playing in the background. Soothing music is a good choice but I don't mind noisy songs. As long as there BGM, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, sleeping without blanket is as odd as washing hair without water. I can't explain this but I love to sleep with blanket on. Even the weather is warm, I still got my beloved blanket nightly. Don't bother thinking I'm mad. Some people turn on their air-con every night regardless of cold wind or blizzard. Isn't that weirder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that most teenagers don't sleep as early as I do. They like to stay up late till midnight. Is it really cool or they have bed-phobia? Thinking that it's cool, they will start to compare their bedtime in school the next day. Of course, they will have the panda eye. Trying to be emo yet wanna save on the money for eye-liner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I don't like to sleep. I feel that it's a waste of time but no choice, I need the rest. If only we have two of each organ; one fails and the other starts to function. Web servers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before I sleep, I would try to find the best position by arranging myself and my sleeping equipments. I would then always fail miserably and get into dreamland unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. I am a good dreamer. This is not something I'm proud off. Dreaming doesn't put my brain into a complete rest. Constantly generating images at 60 FPS for dreams is tiring. Anyone has any idea on how to prevent dreaming? (Wet dream exclusive =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning wood, something that excites and entertains me every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-2091919430292808441?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2091919430292808441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=2091919430292808441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2091919430292808441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/2091919430292808441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-sleeping-habits.html' title='My sleeping habits'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-1831296897607044151</id><published>2007-04-07T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:49:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging freedom</title><content type='html'>I feel that everyone should have the freedom to blog. Since it's your own blog, you have the right to voice out your say and post whatever you want. That is if you didn't violate any rules, laws and agreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this headline on The New Paper a few days ago, "WHY POST ONLINE IF YOU CAN'T TAKE FLAMING". Who the retard says that posting online = must accept flaming? If you want to flame me, my blog, Friendster, Flickr or YouTube, think again. Am I worth your flaming? What I'm doing is of my personal interest. I'm not blogging just to attract attention and gain popularity. Blogging is just a way for me vent my words out in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any disagreement towards what I posted in my blog, you can just rebut my points positively. If you think of flaming, then your brain must be clogged with cow's dung. Should my blog entries offend you or go against your belief, just leave my blog. Why do you put yourself in a hard time of reading my blog if you don't like. I don't blog for you to read. In fact, I don't blog for anyone to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the retard who says "why post online if you can't take flaming". If you self proclaim to be a good flamer, I suggest you go breathe in some carbon dioxide. Do you think you are really cool by flaming another person on the internet by hiding in the dark. Constantly refreshing to keep ahead of flaming updates is just a lifeless attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the freedom to blog. If you disagree, just go dowse yourself with bytes and don't come bothering me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-1831296897607044151?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1831296897607044151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=1831296897607044151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1831296897607044151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/1831296897607044151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging-freedom.html' title='Blogging freedom'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-9103636769707211930</id><published>2007-03-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:45:24.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just face the facts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we just like to bend the facts and make it seems like we are so tolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that looks doesn't matter? Two girls of same quality, one is uglier, one is prettier. Of course you will take an extra glance at the prettier girl, right? Same goes for girls choosing boys. Man with better looks or figure is always ranked higher than those nerdy looking man. Now, admit that looks do matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that money is not important? There are other things more important than money. I say, money plays a very important part in everyone life. If not true, why do we work? Why do my parents work? Money is as sensitive as foreskin, so skip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that time is not to be wasted and we should treasure it. So many rich people wasting their time doing nothing while their employed maid do all the task. Isn't that time wasting? 1/3 of our life is spent sleeping. Another 1/3 is spent doing work. The last 1/3 is spent doing meaningless things. How often do you sigh the word "sian" or "boring"? Treasure time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that you will get rewarded for being good? How many of the "good" people actually died tragically? The only reward they get is that they are being featured in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that you cannot get into another relationship when you are attached? Come on, you are still single. Give the world a chance. Some people treat their girlfriend/boyfriend as a trademark item that they will get so agitated when other people talk to him/her. Face the facts, you are not owning a piece of property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that blog writing is for girls only? Human male species can't write blog? Hey, blog is just another medium for human to communicate. If you think blogging is for girl, then you should dig your head for some basic intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that school's TAF club is to help student reduce weight and maintain their health? Is school really things for their student? Think! They are doing so just to boost their school fame so that the school can be advertised as "100% passing rate in O level and NAPFA, 0% obese".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to be listed. Feel that sometimes, people don't do what they say, alot of things are hidden. Things so easily said but it's actually bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop hiding, just face the facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-9103636769707211930?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9103636769707211930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=9103636769707211930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/9103636769707211930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/9103636769707211930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-face-facts.html' title='Just face the facts'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-4397761754520817060</id><published>2007-03-23T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:06:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUSY school in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="50" color="red"&gt;I AM HELL LOTS OF ANGRY NOW!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Jack Neo, I would make a movie about it too! Just follow rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why are Singaporeans are labelled as stupid in the world? It's because we have stupid people to lead us. The rule of book is god-like, everyone must follow and obey it with no exceptions. A hell of craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got his handphone confiscated in class yesterday. Ultimately, this causes an uproar from our family towards his school, East View Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule states that student can bring handphone to school but it must not be seen or heard. They will not conduct spot check to purposely confiscate handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? It was Chinese lesson and there is this new female teacher who doesn't wants to teach. Instead, she brings a radio with CD player and decides to play the CD. The CD is about the teaching content. Unluckily for her, the radio doesn't works so the teacher decides to have a break and not continuing with the lesson. The teacher then instruct student to do self study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self study? Come on! Why did my parents pay school fee in the first place? It's for teachers to teach and educate. Not self study. If self study is useful and effective, my parents would rather save the money and have my brother to "self study" at home instead. Does the teacher take us as a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother then lend his handphone to his classmate because they want to see. Okay, you might argue that he is in the wrong. What is so wrong about him using handphone when the teacher isn't doing her job? Then his handphone got spotted by the lazy teacher and got confiscated. Obviously, what the teacher want is credits from the principal and other higher ranked staff because she's new to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want credits? Just do a good job in teaching! Not by doing stupidly redundant things to boost your fame. It's only going to backfire. Do you think you can get away with "self study" style of teaching? Come on, the Ministry of Education is not stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my mother and I took turn to call the school hoping to speak with the principal. We made our call since 3pm+, principal is having a meeting till 6pm. When it's near 6pm, we call again to ensure that the principal has not left the school yet. However, the big-shot principal is still having his meeting. We called again at 6pm, the lady told us that he is still at meeting. Fine, we called back 10 minutes later at 6:10pm. The principal has left -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW? We waited more than 2 hours just to bid the principal farewell? The lady answering our call didn't even bother to ask us to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not giving up hope, we called the school early the next morning at 8.30am. I seriously had no idea what's so busy with him that I have to left my contact details for him to call me back. Finally, I received the call back at 10.14am. Talking about efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 8 minutes and 21 seconds of conversation, Mr Ee the principal obviously doesn't want to listen to our side of explanation and what we have to say. It's all about him saying "sorry we got to follow the rule, please understand that". If you really stand by the rule, please investigate on the lazy female teacher too. Of course, the principal is not interested in what we have to say and things got abit heated up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things was not like before. During orientation, the principal says that parents and school have to work together to excel. (Include other nonsense here.) Now, it's all about parents got to listen to the school way of nonsense. Where is the part that parents giving suggestion and feedback to school? The school is now treating the parents as "pay-money-and-shut-up" only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some schools in Singapore allow student to bring handphone to school and use it to communicate with teachers regarding academic stuff. I questioned the principal whether East View Secondary School teaching staff does not want to teach more after school hours. What do you think? The principal says "we are not up to the standard yet, sorry". Not up to the standard?! East View Secondary School is providing students with "not-up-to-the-standard" teachers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What anger me most is that he just go "sorry, good bye" and hang up the call to end the conversation. Is that very polite? If you think that as long as there's "good bye" to the ending sentence, it's okay. I disagree. Just imagine the "sorry, good bye" situation. What is this school trying to say now? That's how we teach students, if you regret anything, it's your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I bother to make so many calls in an attempt to talk to the principal and got hanged up. The principal didn't even try to understand and listen to our side. Take me as a fool or an robot answering machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to feedback to the school, what can I do next? E-mail? My letter might get thrased and comes the automated reply "thanks for emailing us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my experience on lousy school in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official discussion thread: &lt;a href="http://talkback.stomp.com.sg/forums/showthread.php?t=14630" target="_blank"&gt;http://talkback.stomp.com.sg/forums/showthread.php?t=14630&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-4397761754520817060?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4397761754520817060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=4397761754520817060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4397761754520817060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/4397761754520817060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/lousy-school-in-singapore.html' title='LOUSY school in Singapore'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3243396119474435127</id><published>2007-03-20T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:11:05.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>My dear mum is curious about why I don't have a girlfriend. HAHA! Either she's worried that I'm gay or I'm unwanted. Well, obviously I'm unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum says she has no objection on me not getting married, married but not giving children, having Indian or France girlfriend, multiple life partners. That's what she say when I asked but I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two brothers of mine says they might get married but will not take the responsibility of raising a child. They commented that educating a children takes too much effort and money. Selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How odd teenagers see marriage nowadays. How odd my mum see relationship. My mother has no objection about my youngest brother having a girlfriend despite he is still schooling secondary 3. And so, he let out a cheer "yeah! You say one hor!". o.O She is also very nice towards my brother's girlfriend. It's like she's already a part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my brother's girlfriend. Where is the logic of coming to your boyfriend house and heading to the room straight? Can't wait to get laid? Sorry, I'm too crude. Since we brothers are so united that we share a bedroom, we are often confinded outside the room when the couple is having their time inside. I don't know what happened inside but loud music can be heard near the sound-proof door. When I need to get something, I have to knock the door and wait paitently for someone to serve me. What will other eyes see the girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my another brother, the youngest one. He is quite popular with girls too, I think. A girl once ask me to help her pass present to my brother. WOW?! So shy to pass it directly to him? Come on. I know my brothers are more handsome than me thus I'm easier to approach? I didn't know shy girls find ugly man easier to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Still waiting. My friend says I should visit the pub more to know more girls. The problem is I belong to the 1930s type. You should know what that means. Friendster is not a good place to search for partner of course. Pictures can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, look is really not important. Afterall, everyone will age and die. Why do I impose the criteria of looks when I cannot confirm it's forever and that criteria cannot be found on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can understand me, I can understand her.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is comfortable with me, I'm comfortable with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes two hands to clap and one hand to slap.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up or divorcing your loved one will only make either party miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky long, earth long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3243396119474435127?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3243396119474435127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3243396119474435127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3243396119474435127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3243396119474435127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/girlfriend.html' title='Girlfriend'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-7036276718401541220</id><published>2007-03-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:18:01.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drink drank DRUNK</title><content type='html'>This is just another "listen-to-my-stubborn-comment" entry just like any other entries of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know why people like to drink and make themself drunk. Do they really think being a clown is an entertaintment to friend? I would say that making a fool of yourself means I will regard you as a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being drunk, you are only causing more displeasure to people around you. Taking care of a drunkard is worse than taking care a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an experiment, 2 pieces of pig liver is soaked in a bowl of plain water and alcohol separately. 10 minutes later, the liver that is in the alcohol is hardened while the liver that is soaked in plain water still remains soft. As goes, this experiment proved that common sense is right. Since the outcome is common sense, why do people still do things that goes against their common sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,  I don't oppose the drinking of "liver-hardening" (alcoholic) drink at all. Drinking of not-so-strong alcoholic drink such as Tiger Beer or Calsberg once in a happy moon is fine. Yeah fine. But if you crossed the line of over-dose, then you deserve the outcome. Don't come sobbing to me next time and tell me that you regret not heeding my advice and regard my blog entries as crap. I will simply regard you as a piece of junk crap that is ready to be scrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time if you want to drown your sorrows or be a foolish clown, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have more than enough life to squander away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-7036276718401541220?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7036276718401541220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=7036276718401541220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7036276718401541220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/7036276718401541220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/drink-drank-drunk.html' title='drink drank DRUNK'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6638537408894955350</id><published>2007-03-03T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:29:51.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years of life in Temasek Polytechnic</title><content type='html'>So fast eh? It feels just like yesteday when we stepped into Temasek Polytechnic for orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Hui Ting said to me after one of the lecture was "you were the one that ran away on the first day of orientation right?" Darn, left a bad impression on her. Yeah, my friends and I plan to skipped the first day of the boring orientation due to it's.... boring! How fun can orientation be other than eating Carona chicken rice. Camps such as orientation is all about cheers and cheers. So stupid and boring. I wonder when will the camp guides grow some intelligent cells in their brain. Even the games are of the same everytime. That's why I skipped. Attended the second day of orientation because I need the timetable without knowing I can actually obtain it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F409 is really a great and fun class to be in. Imagine there is people like Victor to scold Ruey Hong everytime they meet. Imagine there is people like Han Wei to organize chalets and get things done. Imagine there is people like Wee Khiang to share with us his NS encounters. Imagine there is people like Charles who show you how to eat a huge serving of rice. Imagine there is people like Edwin that speaks chinese. Imagine there is people like Joy to speak up for the class. Imagine there are people like Wendy and Elvin attending TP's fashion show. Imagine there are people like Cindy and Hui Ting to give tips for every exam. Imagine there is our CP that pops in and out at the most unexpected time. With F409, it's not hard to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, parterned with lots of classmates for various project. Parterned with almost everyone except Charles. Come to think of it, I don't know why. I admit that I am the lazy type when it comes to doing group project. When in a group, I will console my mates that "cannot do nevermind lah". So I decided to do something on my own. That's why I decided to solo the CGP (computer game programming) project. Well, it was tough as I need to behold all the actions that is supposed to be brained by 2 person. It's a challenge; I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of rushing slowly to the next lecture, times of queuing up to bind project report, times of chatting during lessons, times of deciding what to eat for break, times of squeezing the lift but trying not to activate the overweight alarm, time of celebrating birthday for each other, times of the badminton session during MP/SIP, times of working together. Times of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP is indeed a nice place to study. Wi-fi here wi-fi there, a great place to go online too! A great place to eat (especially Mensa with nice view). A great place to learn and excel. I have definitely learnt alot in TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things remains unchange. i-Hub is still the same, disliked by us, liked by most. I wonder what is i-Hub doing actually. Organizing event that collect $10 per team (or person) and give out funny prize? Since i-Hub belongs to IFC, it's part of our life in TP too although I don't want to feel its existence. Of course, no offense to i-Hub members here. If you feel offended, please don't feel offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years. Too long an entry to write everything into words. I can't possibly recall everything and type it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in TP is more than just the people in F409. Intersting people from other classes spice up the fun. Haha, don't wish to type out a list of names but you know who you are. If you know who is Jerry, you are one great person that makes my up TP life. Newly edited to add this image as Zihui wants me to write about her. So here's the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/iMissZ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/iMissZ.jpg" alt="Click to view in full size" length="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast. Soon we will be going our own way. For the ladies, it's working time unless you plan to further your studies. For the gentlemen, it's time to serve the nation with unwilling mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more wonderful 3 years of friends can I get? Yes, like what Han Wei says, we will meet again. Please point your browser to Han Wei's blog for the nice song. When's there a reunion 10 years later, remember to invite me. I will try to apply for a day off from my toilet washing duty to attend it. Don't say I always don't join you people for outings. It's just that I don't see the need and sometimes I foresee that the outing might be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you miss me when you start to recall how stupid I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is just the beginning of another chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6638537408894955350?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6638537408894955350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6638537408894955350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6638537408894955350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6638537408894955350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-years-of-life-in-temasek-polytechnic.html' title='3 years of life in Temasek Polytechnic'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_iMissZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-6826138912758765445</id><published>2007-02-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:08:17.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is Jerry?</title><content type='html'>I always wonder what do people say behind my back. Not that I'm suspicious that I have bad friends or I have alot of things for you to bad-mouth about. It's just that I'm really curious what people are saying about me when I'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if I ask directly, people will just give me reply that I expected. Well, I'm open to unexpected replies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really want to ask my friends, even if you don't know me well, what kind of person am I? Different people may have different opinion of me so I'm really interested in what people will say of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please leave a comment in this entry by telling me what kind of person I am. If you are afraid that I might kill you in the middle of the night because of nasty comments, you may choose to stay annonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-6826138912758765445?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6826138912758765445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=6826138912758765445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6826138912758765445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/6826138912758765445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-is-jerry.html' title='How is Jerry?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-273868607733511879</id><published>2007-02-21T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:43:40.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2007</title><content type='html'>It's the year of pig! Wishing all piglets, piggies and pigs a fatty year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year CNY is indeed different from last year since reunion dinner. Last year's reunion dinner at Sakura was terrible. Well, maybe my uncles and aunties enjoyed it but not me. Dinner at outdoor is like, eat eat eat only. I don't really see the reunion part. This year's reunion dinner is at my parent's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the part about it's at our house means I'm more involved. Getting the ice cubes and ice water ready, buying supplies of plastic plates, cups, fork, spoon and welcoming the guest. Not guest but actually relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we would gather around. Parents will be gossiping about their offspring while watching the television. Children, of course won't be so bo liao to gossip about their papa mama. Some sit around to play MapleStory; imagine 3 computers for kids to party training in game. Luckily I have enough cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day to collect hong bao! Well, the same with every year, relatives will be flooding to my house (not because my house is the biggest but because my grandma lives with us). Greet, greetings, greet, shake hand, smile, laugh, chat, talk, eat, drink, joke, watch TV, play game, take photo and of course collect ang bao. The red packet is just a blessing from the elders so I guess the money isn't really important. Not important, so I no need say I how much I have collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the photo taking. Don't know what's wrong with the elders. Either they are too stiff or they are used to taking formal photos. They can't accept the idea of us saying informal photo. End up the photo is like attending funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 is a simple yet tiring day. Actually I also don't know what's so tiring. No bai nian but I feel that I'm outdoor the whole day. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day is the plan to collect more money. We are like hungry ghost. Maybe not we but my other classmates. Not the ang bao but the gambling. First stop, Hanwei's house. Hanwei's mother is so cool, feeding us with supplies of CNY goodies. I only ate a few as I don't wish to fall sick. However, I emptied 4 packets of drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Bao Fa's house. The flooring shocked us (or maybe me). It's so nicely waxed until we can play bowling. And so, the gambling starts. I don't know what's so good about gambling. Maybe because I am more intelligent. Oh, Bao Fa's mei mei is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bao Fa, we proceed to Elvin's house. Well, except for the gambling, I can't really tell if there's anything I should add on. Gamblers would have their excuse as reason for gambling on every occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ai ya, we play small small". Then why do I see $80+ on the table with Bao Fa sweating everytime he opens a card.&lt;br /&gt;"ai ya, it's only once a year". How many times do you people really gamble once a year. If house visiting reason is to gather up and reunion, I'm fine with it. Occassional gambling is fine too. But it seems that every house visit will end up with gambling. Of course you say "what else can we do besides gambling?" Just use your brain to think, you will generate alot. If you got nothing in your mind except gambling, go find Li Nan Xing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Elvin wins the whole pool of money of about $70+, we meet up with Jimmy and gang for a late night supper at... &lt;i&gt;where?&lt;/i&gt; I forgot the name of the place. Not that important really. We, the prata lovers spammed pratas! Cheese prata, egg prata, kosong prata and many! It's was a tiring day. For some reason, I don't know why Victor, Wee Khiang and Alex are so tired. They looked like they haven't been on bed for 97 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th day of CNY. No much further plan except that we will be visiting Victor's house next Thursday. It was suppose to be yesterday but everyone is like half dead so it was postponed. No problem since Lunar New Year has 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people gonna fall sick again. It's time for the doctor to stock up more medicine and MC paper. Heaty food that keeps you going for more is our chinese tradition. Eat first, worry later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you are still reading this, I wish you a fatty bom bom new year! Happy new year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="RED" SIZE="20"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-273868607733511879?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/273868607733511879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=273868607733511879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/273868607733511879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/273868607733511879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-2007.html' title='CNY 2007'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-3662686707577354384</id><published>2007-02-13T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:12:54.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Rose</title><content type='html'>A very confusing yet unspokeable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes feel that you are trapped (physically or mentally)? Trapped in a place where you don't get to do thing you own way, freedom is compromised. You are to follow the rule set, doing so will get you rewarded and love. If you rebel, you will be punished. However, that place is not somewhere you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, things don't really go our way. We got push around at times in life. Lacking of love from our loved ones is a bad feeling. Your parents, your siblings, your friends, your everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to rebel, hoping to change your own life only to realise that people around you has already give in to such life. They try to stay on top, while you try not to fall. Authorities attempt to corrupt your mind with their sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to run away? Or will you stay? You run away, see the world outside, it seems better than the cage you are in. But not long later, you will realise that you can't run away from the cage. You are forever trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you are trapped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice movie, just don't mind the fact on nudity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-3662686707577354384?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3662686707577354384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=3662686707577354384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3662686707577354384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/3662686707577354384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-red-rose.html' title='Little Red Rose'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-117049857525382016</id><published>2007-02-06T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:53:44.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airborne allergy? Try Flixonase!</title><content type='html'>I have airborne allergy. Not really serious I guess but I'm currently on medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airborne allergy? It's an allergy of the nose cause by dirt and dust particles in the air. Examples of airborne allergy are itchy/water eyes, runny nose, nose-block and continuous sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is sensitive (not as sensitive as dog). The slightest change in air particles will trigger a continous sneezing on my nose. Myth has it that if you sneeze, you heart will stop. Of course, it isn't true. If it's true, I would have died due to continuous sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went to a clinic, complains about my stupid nose and the doctor recommend me this drug: Fluticasone, an active ingredient found in Flixonase. On the nice box cover, it has the word "POISON" spells out in all language clearly in red. POISON?! Of course, it's safe, if you follow your doctor's prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one spray each into each nostrils every morning. Meaning two sprays a day. Oh, did I mention it's a spray? How else you want medication to be inserted into your nose? Pop in a capsule? Because my problem is abit serious than normal, the doctor recommend me to do two sprays into each nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research on the Internet for the side effects, quite stunning to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nosebleeds (luckily my nose didn't bleed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dryness and irritation of nose and throat (maybe that explains why I drink alot of water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headache (I always have headache, I guess Flixonase is the cause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unpleasant taste and smell (well, just need to get use to the smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perforation of nasal septum (what is this, heck care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been about 5 months since I started using Flixonase. At first it was working like a charm. Even better than a charm. All my nose problem were gone. I don't even remember having funny noises from my nose every morning, no more runny nose or nose block. But, good times don't last. Maybe my nose wins the battle against Flixonase and problem comes back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the same doctor after finishing my first medication. The doctor sells me another bottle of Flixonase. OH~ The doctor says that I should try out another bottle first. If my nose still doesn't get well, he will have to introduce me to consult nose specialist at Changi Hospital. So serious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still using the Flixonase but not really good. One spray each is not effective for me. Two sprays each will cause me to have headache. Sometimes, I just don't spray, I feel worse. Am I hooked on to the drug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have funny medical instruments stuck up my nose. I don't want to have operation. Operation is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have airborne allergy, you can try Flixonase. Flixonase is proven to work for many people. Han Wei, are you reading this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-117049857525382016?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117049857525382016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=117049857525382016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/117049857525382016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/117049857525382016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/airborne-allergy-use-flixonase.html' title='Airborne allergy? Try Flixonase!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116989415292917720</id><published>2007-01-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:59:26.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouting is bad</title><content type='html'>Chance upon this article while reading TODAY on 27 Jan 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, just read the article I scanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/shoutingHiRes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/shouting.jpg" alt="Click to view in high resolution"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop shouting at your friends, your siblings, your parents and yourself. Teachers, instructors, commando, fishmonger, garang guni man and others, all stop shouting too. Treat each other with love or you might be the next murderer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116989415292917720?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116989415292917720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116989415292917720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116989415292917720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116989415292917720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/shouting-is-bad.html' title='Shouting is bad'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_shouting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116944421119453520</id><published>2007-01-22T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:36:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop dead</title><content type='html'>Too many news report on people dying suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die while sleeping, die while driving, die while waiting, die while doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of all age die suddenly. Is it heart attack? I want to know but the news article doesn't has it. Some of the sudden death victim are even healthy atheletics. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my 2 intelligent brothers say that it's because of Death Note. The person whose name is written in the Death Note will die of heart failure after 40 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few people know how to perform CPR. Oh well, I don't even know what does CPR stands for. Most people, like me, only know that CPR is a "kissing action" that can save life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, CPR can save life only if you perform it correctly. What if one day someone beside you fainted, will you give a free CPR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is so worried about me because I always complain of chest pain. She's afraid that I must just drop dead one day. I don't know what's wrong with my chest pain. It's just a pain in the chest. Is it common to teenagers? Am I suffering from heart failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's heart failure. The medical personnel didn't detect anything wrong when I went for the NS medical check up last month. In fact, they didn't comment on the diagram. Are they really professionals or do they skip some checking, assuming everyone is fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, if I happen to faint or appear deadly. Please try to resuce me. Call the ambulance (995) or give me CPR. If I just drop dead suddenly, then too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor says that the root to all illness nowadays is the food we eat. Most of the food we eat are unhealthy and genetically modified. We don't really put the image of the "food pryamid" when we are eating. We don't check the nutrition table when we buy packed food. What we care is that whether the food is nice or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite afraid to visit the doctor and hear him says "you are diagnosed with.....". Who likes to hear that? Who want to be down with an illness? Skip the doctor, if you know you got some serious problem, just get ready to die. Not refering to myself, I'm not dying yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm healthy. Healthy because I can eat, walk, sleep, run, talk, see, listen and feel. Aww, I'm a dancing and singing handicap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the next to drop dead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116944421119453520?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116944421119453520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116944421119453520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116944421119453520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116944421119453520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/drop-dead.html' title='Drop dead'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116918189648558976</id><published>2007-01-19T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:06:08.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy, you are 21!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY! Although I already wished you happy birthday at your chalet last night, but that 3 words is only about 19 bytes so it wouldn't burn too much bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have fun? I guess so. With so many of your friends kissing you, hugging you, wishing you, visiting you, smashing cake at you, planning gift for you and lastly me for getting a plastic bag for you before you sleep. You said you might vomit, so did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the "JOY IS 21" birthday celebration at Aranda is a success I say. Except at times Joy isn't feeling right. She injured her hand (or arm) while struggling to break free in a cupboard. See? That's the problem when you try to ask for more freedom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job on banning Teow Hwee after she smash the cakes around, leaving you to clean up the shit. Great, what is a birthday party without any mess. Right? HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people left at 11pm or near 12am. When we were about to settle down to watch a VCD Louis recommended, uncle Rayner got drunk -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk people providing entertaintment spice up the place. Dancing funny chicky dance, doing push-up, drinking hot "mushroom soup" and "tom yum soup", throwing food around, criticizing Bao Fa for wearing pink, eating tea bag. Luckily no vomit. If you are the type that want to see how funny the situation was, the video is in Jimmy's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being specially appointed by Joy as the cameraman of the night. It's tiring. Suddenly I thought I'm the host of the event. Whenever there's people coming or leaving the chalet, I got to on operation mode. Not forgetting that while I was eating my cake in the room, I got summoned out by Joy countless times. Thanks for giving me the chance to be the cameraman! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unforgettable incident was THAT TSO kid. Elaine, why did you have such a hyperactive son? Maybe he just like balloon. My bad for "flushing" his favourite balloon down the toilet bowl. LOL. Balloons ballons~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy put on her sexy black dress which Wendy (and gangs) bought for her. Hey, nice figure is meant for show off! HAHAHAHAHA! It was nice, but she changed it out after wearing it for less than 15 minutes. I guess she's not used to dressing up nicely.   :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mum is super hardworking. Standing there doing the deep fried work for quite some time. Of course, her mum is Joy's mother. Joy is her daughter. Both enjoy posing for photograph. First, she ask me to take picture of her in the kitchen, then ask me to take picture of her eating. I'm not complaining, just that it's interesting to know that the mother and daughter are of the same type. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to comment on the most important thing, the cake. Uhh... The cake, I only managed to eat a slice of it and a strawberry which I ate it immediately after Joy gave the first cut. The strawberry is nice. As for the cake, I was expecting something more. Okay lah, since it's your birthday, as long as you like the cake can liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS! It's with Han Wei as the camera, memory cards and batteries belongs to Han Wei. It should be circulating around soon as Joy loves to share her joy. If the pictures are not well taken, sorry. Well, I know you would say "it's OK". So, HAHAHHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think this entry should be titled HAHAHHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Joy!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give you happiness because happiness is not something that is to be given. It's meant for you to find it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed your guestbook.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the best is always at the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116918189648558976?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116918189648558976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116918189648558976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116918189648558976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116918189648558976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/joy-you-are-21.html' title='Joy, you are 21!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116805853789863065</id><published>2007-01-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T11:45:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed calls, un-replied SMSes</title><content type='html'>SORRY! I know many times, many of you, give me many calls, many SMSes but I didn't reply to many of them. No, it's not that I purposely ignore your calls or SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, my phone is in "Total Silent" mode. It's a profile I created. When activated, my phone will not ring when there's any incoming signal (SMS, MMS, 3G call, normal call), it does not vibrate too. The only noise would only be the alarm. Being in Total Silent mode means I don't wish to be disturbed. I may be sleeping, eating, bathing or on the computer. If you tried calling me but I didn't answer your call, you should SMS me your message and don't expect a reply fast. When I decide to hug my phone again, then I will see the SMS you send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I usually will not reply common sense message in SMS. For example, I will not reply "ok" or "k" in SMS. It's totally not needed. 5 cents is alot (according to Huiting). So I may not reply to all SMS. I'm not like funny people out there who is always trying to type the last message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you try to question why I have a phone. A phone is for me to stay in contact when I'm out. I don't like the feeling of staying connected wherever I go. It's like restricting my movements. Another use of phone, for me to play with it. I can install lots of applications, games and music in it to organize my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I'm simply too lazy to forward greetings and jokes to my friends. I know you people forward it to me too, thanks! Such greetings and jokes make my day! However, don't send me stupid chain SMSes, send to your younger sister instead. Childish act isn't it? Thanks for those season greetings SMSes. I know I didn't reply to it but you know I received it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that clears everything. Don't get the wrong idea that I purposely don't want to answer your calls or ignore your SMSes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116805853789863065?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116805853789863065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116805853789863065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116805853789863065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116805853789863065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/missed-calls-un-replied-smses.html' title='Missed calls, un-replied SMSes'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116772394458989155</id><published>2007-01-06T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:33:50.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miniature Earth</title><content type='html'>Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="220" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4C-u6kdHuXE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4C-u6kdHuXE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="220" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the above is too small, you can view it here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C-u6kdHuXE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C-u6kdHuXE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lazy souls who doesn't want to click on anything, I will write out the video.&lt;br /&gt;The video is titled "The Miniature Earth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9933"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could turn the population of earth into a small community of &lt;u&gt;100 people&lt;/u&gt;, keeping the same proportions we have today, it would be something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;61 Asians, 12 Europeans, 8 North Americans, 5 South Americans (and the Caribbean), 13 Africans, 1 Oceania &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 women, 50 men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;47 lives in urban area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 are dis&lt;strike&gt;abled&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;33 are Christan, 18 are Muslims, 14 are Hindus, 16 are non-religous, 6 are Buddhists, 13 practice other religions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;43 live without basic sanitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 live without an improved water source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 PEOPLE own 59% of the entire wealth of the community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 are hungry or malnourished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;14 can't read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;only 7 are educated at a secondary level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;tt&gt;only 12 have a computer&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;tt&gt;only 3 have an inernet connection&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 adult aged 15-49 have HIV/AIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the village spend more than US$1.2 trillion on military expenditures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and only US$100 billion on development aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you keep your &lt;i&gt;food in a refrigerator&lt;/i&gt;, your &lt;i&gt;clothes in a closet&lt;/i&gt;, if you have &lt;i&gt;a bed to sleep in&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;a roof over your head&lt;/i&gt;, you are richer than &lt;b&gt;75%&lt;/b&gt; of the entire world population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you have a bank account, you are one of the 30 wealthiest people in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;18 struggle to live on US$1.00 a day&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;or less&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;53 struggle to live on &lt;u&gt;US$2.00&lt;/u&gt; per day or less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what you have.&lt;br /&gt;And do your best for a better world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after reading so much, you might have abit of "huh" in your head, so just go watch the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually realise that you are so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the long, government keep saying that Singapore's economy is growing stronger. Ya true. We totally forget that there are actually poor people living in Singapore too. Until a man jumps onto the MRT track for a suicide. Newspaper report make us realise that there are actually poor people still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always write things that people already know in my blog, it's common sense but I still want to write it. WE OFTEN TAKE THINGS AROUND US FOR GRANTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine threw a freshly baked bread away saying it's not delicious. We don't appreciate clean food. How many are actually suffering from hunger and malnutrition everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children asking for more pocket money in school from parents. Does a primary 5 student really need $5 pocket money daily? People are struggling to survive with only US$1.00 or less daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lah, I'm not trying to compare against the poor people. I can complain against rich people too. Rich people can spend $50+ on a meal without giving it a second thought, throw away things that are just partially spoil and travel in taxi for almost every trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about comparing now. It's about time to &lt;b&gt;appreciate&lt;/b&gt; what we have before we begin to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is not mini, it's huge. Too huge that we can only see what we want to see. The dark side is not easily visible. Do you notice that there you are lucky, not as poor as alot other people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116772394458989155?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116772394458989155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116772394458989155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116772394458989155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116772394458989155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/miniature-earth.html' title='The Miniature Earth'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116771911813903351</id><published>2007-01-02T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:33:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="50" color="red"&gt;HAPPY&lt;BR&gt;NEW&lt;BR&gt;YEAR&lt;BR&gt;2007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! We must be happy! A new year marks a new start in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rolls of film to capture events that strike just before 2007.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Numberous suicide bombing in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saddam Hussein hanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flooding of cities due to heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taiwan earthquake that resulted in limited internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indonesian ferry capsized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Major events in 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huang Na's missing, later found to be dead. Killed by Ah Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another malay girl missing, later found to be dead. Killed by her godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;NKF drama that everyone can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Full of crappy "call-now-to-vote" superstars event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Not Happy Too a hit among Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dealer get shot at home by a few gunmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foreign object at ATM machine trying to read card data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MOE decides to build sport halls for all schools by year 20xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A air-stewardess was trial for pushing a 4 year old girl down a HDB flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 or 3 cases of murderer chopping up body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man with 1 wife and 2 sons jumped into a MRT track to suicide. The family raised about $500,000 from bai jing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Massage parlour is now cleaner after new ruling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Integrated Resorts (IR or casino) is perhaps the most talked about topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;William Tan attempt to challenge the Guinness World Record in Teamsek Polytechnic but failed to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;IMF meeting in Singapore. Singaporeans forced to smile more; standard of service increased during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, when the clock strike 01 January 00:00, we wishes everyone a "happy new year". Despite that, some still ends up with a unhappy year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007. I got a feeling I got alot to sum but some firewall in my brain is blocking the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, I have blogged for quite some time, since September 2005. 1 year and 4 months. Heard about "blogs" a long time ago until my friends encouraged me to blog. I remember telling my friends that "even if no one reads my blog, I will still write." Well, I guess I made it. With only 49 entries in 2006 and pathetic low viewer rate and respond, I'm still posting entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends do ask me why didn't I include a tagboard in my blog. Now, I prefer people to reply to my topic instead of using my tagboard (and blog) as a chatroom or instant messaging service. I read and appreciate all the comments in my entries. Thanks to everyone who posted replies. Those who always come, read, left silently and spread around talks are welcome but it would be better if you could leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming 2007, I will be posting less entries. Greatly lesser because I'm going to serve my nation soon. Unless it's important things about army, otherwise I won't post it. Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.inhix.net/mobile/" target="_blank"&gt;mobile blog&lt;/a&gt; if you want to view some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do you plan to achieve in 2007. Learn swimming so that you can stay floating when tsunami strikes again? Learn piano so you can impress some girls? Go snowboarding in Japan? Visit Robertson Quay along Singapore River? Earn more money and get ready to marry someone? Get the courage to tell someone that you like/dislike him/her? Adopt a pet dog and take care of it for life? Shave your head and be a monk? Sleep more to remove those panda eyes? Save toilet paper for the sake of Earth? Type at 90 words per minute to impress your boss? Give birth to another baby for you think you are too rich? Film a movie based on your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan your route and walk it. You will taste the fruit of success when you achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. May 2007 be a year where everyone will have something memorable to talk about. Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116771911813903351?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116771911813903351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116771911813903351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116771911813903351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116771911813903351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-2007.html' title='Year 2007'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116667207404541497</id><published>2006-12-21T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:34:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/bullshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of non-chinese reader and the sake of Chinese reader who freaking don't understand Chinese, I will explain what the above means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Humble&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/font&gt; is just a difference of one word. Sometimes I can't really tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's from one of the Jay Chou new songs. I'm not promoting it, I'm just going to write about what I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read girl's blog, they will have the section titled "Like" and "Dislike". Under "Like", they will put "you, rainbow, pink, powder, sleep". Under "Dislike, they will put "liar, &lt;b&gt;hypocrites&lt;/b&gt;, backstabbers, homework". HAHAHAHHA! So lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I dislike hypocrites too. As the lyrics says, humble and hypocrite is so similar that people often got them mixed up. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some people&lt;/i&gt; just know how to operate and drive a car yet goes around acting like a newbie. "Hey, you are pro man!" "OMG, you know how to drive a car." "Wanna go learn driving together?" "Woo, that's a nice turn." "WOW, you got a license, you are pro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, at first it's funny, or I thought so at first you are being humble. But as time goes by, it becomes irritating and I think that you are just being a hypocrite. This is just an example, I shall not say that I'm actually refering to Victor Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind because such people makes up my life. If life is full of honest and humble people, it would be damn boring. Of course, some people are jokingly being humble that they over-do it. I won't blme them, people do make mistake but try to control your bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm a person with bullshit too. I don't deny that. At least I'm not the type that is hypocrite (do I?). If you give me assignment to do, I will be glad to complete it within your time limit. Don't bother sending me another SMS asking if I'm angry that you gave me work to do. It's just plain bullshit. If I'm not happy, I will say "DAMN, I DON'T WANT TO DO, YOU GO COMPLETE IT". Since I replied "ok...", it means that I'm really OKAY with the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for liars and backstabbers, it's not within the scope of the writing, so I will not write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Victor, for some unknown reason that if you reading this, hope you are not angry because I use you as an example. You know I love you. &lt;-- Bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116667207404541497?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116667207404541497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116667207404541497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116667207404541497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116667207404541497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_bullshit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116384653277143280</id><published>2006-12-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:19:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#444444"&gt;Shit, I always took too long to write an entry. This entry should be up 1 month ago!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder? We don't exist because your mother give birth to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say, we exist because we are not meant to extinct since human being is the most intelligent living thing on Earth. So, what is your say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, human exist for the cause of human. Human cannot survive alone in this world. We live for the sake of other human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that they are so god damn great. They have the utmost power and everyone must obey them. Oh crap. If you are so damn good, try living on Earth yourself, alone. I will be super interested to see how such people manage to survive alone on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here to help others whenever we can. Don't ask what "others" are here for. I'm not interested in lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A help B, B help C, C help D, D help A again. A, B, C, D may be strangers but the help close the gap. This linkage system is better than Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story, have a heart and lend a helping hand when possible. Don't give a cold reply to someone in need of help. We exist for other human, help is in the air.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a dream. Human exist because of dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a human being too, I have a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116384653277143280?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116384653277143280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116384653277143280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116384653277143280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116384653277143280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-do-we-exist.html' title='Why do we exist?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116576310390390307</id><published>2006-12-11T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:14:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project ROPB</title><content type='html'>Project ROPB! A facelift to something old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, painted my room together with my 2 brothers and his girlfriend. 4 person to paint a room, not easy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each choose one color for each face of the wall. My 2 brothers decided on cozy orange and spectrum red. I decided on a sassy pink (the pink similar to my bag). The final color black is decided by the 3 of us as a common color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the idea is cool. 4 colors in a room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We browse through the Nippon Paint catalogue to select the color we desire then make a trip down to the Nippon Paint distributor at Century Square to spend some money. Suprisingly, all they have is white paint! HAHAHA! Actually it's a new technology. Tell them the color you want and they will custom blend it for you using computer. That's something I never really saw before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To paint a room, we need the tray, masking tape, roller and brushes too! All these add up to near $80. WOW! It's within our budget of $100. Didn't expect it to cost below $100 yet the auntie still say our room is expensive. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-painting job is tiring too. We need to cover all the things that is not supposed to be painted. Example: air-condition, fan, window grill, powerpoint, cupboard. Then we need to make space for loads of painting. Beds need to be shift, items need to be cleared to make way for 4 person in a small room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 hours of hardcore painting, the result is quite satisfactory although my parents commented it off as "kanasai". Hey, it's our first time painting. Perhaps my last time too. Super tiring job. I can't imagine painting the whole house, I might faint on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the color isn't really cool. Imagine having 3 bright colors in your room and 1 black color on a big wall. Might cause headache on some people due to the strong color. Quite dazzling. Nevermind, we will get used to it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project ROPB is quite a success without any help from my parents. Yes, they just watch. Not even helping to wash the equipments. Painting job is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted on 11 December 2006 (Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures (click to view larger image):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/redPinkOrange.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/TBredPinkOrange.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, pink and orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/orangePinkBlack.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/TBorangePinkBlack.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange, pink and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/black.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/TBblack.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/red.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/TBred.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116576310390390307?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116576310390390307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116576310390390307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116576310390390307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116576310390390307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/project-ropb.html' title='Project ROPB'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_TBredPinkOrange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116186077999363359</id><published>2006-12-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:05:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;Pink&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;yellow&lt;/font&gt; is for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Blue&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="red"&gt;red&lt;/font&gt; is for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree to the above sayings, then you should belong to the 17th century. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who regard pink as girly or gay. In order to make my blog reader get used to the color pink, I decided to use &lt;font color="#ff6699"&gt;pink color for the rest of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own a pink color Converse sling bag. Wherever I go, people gives me the stare (or am I being too sensitive). Why? Male cannot wear pink bag? Get this clear, I like pink. Victor likes pink too (he should buy a pink bag too). If possible, I would like to wear pink glasses, pink socks, pink shoes and even pink underwear. But such items are hard to find. No, I'm not going to wear female accessories. It's going to downgrade me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, some old fashioned people always mistake metrosexual guy for gay. HUH? You mean man can't make up, do facial or go spa? Man are suppose to be uglier than woman? What crap logic is that?! People would go "eee, you like this very gay leh". Yaya, so you mean man with oily face is manly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your thinking, I cannot change the way you think but I want to. This is already the 21st century. Anything can happen. At least I'm not the extreme type that wear my pants the other way or go around with my butt exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just blindly agree that pink doesn't mean gay or girly but they still can't accept. They detest the idea of wearing pink stuff. Well, I cannot force people to wear pink too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for me to crap. Why I like pink? Hmm. Pink is a cool color. It symbolise peace and power. I want people to know that pink is not a color for girl only, handsome guy like me (DON'T VOMIT) also can be pinky too. So, if you support me, show me your pink hair soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about color, I don't like purple.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116186077999363359?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116186077999363359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116186077999363359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116186077999363359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116186077999363359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-gay.html' title='NOT gay'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116263600050624944</id><published>2006-11-04T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:48:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaypo</title><content type='html'>Does Singaporeans have the "mind your own business" mindset? Maybe, maybe not. Let me recount some adventures I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ONE]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy day, my friends were having their friendly basketball match in the rain while I was sitting under the void deck watching. A malay student of my age walked past me, heading off to another block. The path ahead of him is not sheltered. I offered to shelter him across but he rejected me kindly. Well, maybe he wasn't press for time. Then, another old lady was trying to cross the same road too and I offered my help. She rejected my help but I insisted, she's grateful for that umbrella. When I turned back, I saw the malay boy running in the rain. He smiled at me shyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[TWO]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rainy day, I offered to shelter a maid from the bus stop to the nearest HDB block. She keeps saying "no need" but her head is already under my umbrella so I just shelter her anyway. Good think she is thankful for my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[THREE]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for lift, I saw a maid carrying a basket full of groceries trying to walk up the stairs. As lift is not installed on every floor, she got to climb up a 6 flights staircase to reach 3rd storey. As a gesture of goodwill, I helped her. She did say "nevermind" but soon realise that the basket is too heavy for her. Great to help someone but I got to climb up another 6 storey to reach my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[FOUR]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around aimlessly at my neighbourhood and I saw this old malay uncle carrying a bag of rice. My poor estimation tell me that it's about 5kg. Seeing that the old uncle is having a hard time, I offered my hand. He rejected my help but he says that he's shoulder is in pain when carrying heavy item. I offered my help again. He rejected again but thanked me this time. I told him to take care and I walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has these four incidents have in common? No, I'm not trying to "show off" my kindness. The common thing: they rejected help although they need it. Notice I use need. People are just too shy to accept help from passer-by stranger. Well, I also don't dare to accept help from strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since primary school, we are installed with the theory, "don't accept request from strangers". I guess that's why. You never know if the stranger that offers help is trying to trick you into his scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to offer help. It's harder to accept help. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see an elderly having diffculty crossing the road, will you help even when the elderly is walking in the opposite direction of you? Some will, some don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a chinese saying that goes "hao xin you hao bao". Meaning, do good and you will be rewarded. Well, I don't mind if I'm rewarded for good deed or not. I just like helping people who are in need. Even if you don't intend to repay me for my deed. However, some people abuse my help though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in secondary school, there is this Singapore Kindness Movement (SKM) that forces student to complete a number of good deed in a year. This SKM is so stupid. Doing good deed is not something that can be measured or graded. It comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once during secondary school (again), we were each given a donation card. It's to collect funds for the school's renovation. One of my female friend didn't meet the minimum expectation for the funds and my teacher says that she "has no love for the school". My friend got so upsetted and say "no money means no love? Why not you donate money to my family?" I'm equally upset. How can a teaching personel say such words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most secondary school student have attended Flag Day before. When we went to submit the donation tin, the staff would stare at us hardly and try to weight with his hand and the meter in his heart. One of my friend got to go out and ask for more donation as they felt that it's not enough. They even threaten not to give him CIP hours if he didn't reach the target. So, that's how we are taught. We weren't even taught the proper way. I wonder why so many foreign students want to come to Singapore for "education".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people read "help" as "kaypo". "kaypo" is the hokkien word for "busybody". Case study please. Alakazam needs help but didn't approach anyone. Barbie sense that Alakazam needs help and offer to lend a helping hand. Alakazam replies "none of your business". Isn't that rude? If you don't need the help, kindly reject it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a busybody type, I have a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116263600050624944?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116263600050624944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116263600050624944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116263600050624944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116263600050624944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/kaypo.html' title='kaypo'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116038757942325620</id><published>2006-10-31T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:13:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere I belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna to feel &lt;br /&gt;What I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go of the pain I've held so long&lt;br /&gt;(Erased off the pain till it's gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel &lt;br /&gt;Like I'm close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I've wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know how to write this entry. I had a ton of words to write but I don't know how to start it. This entry is supposed to be published way long ago but it was delayed due to stupid brain by the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog, I always try to fill in as much about me as possible so that people reading it can know more about me. But it is impossible to list out everything about me. The list of foods that I dislike, the foods that I hate, the drinks that I love, the place that I like and such. Too many to say, too insignificant to type. Some things are not meant to be said in personal blogs because it's too personal. Family matters, sex life or even grudges. Everyone has a secret. Maybe I held more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me going around like a mad guy doesn't means that I'm not stressed up. Obviously, stress makes people mad. I just want to live a normal life and be happy. Everything about me is simply abnormal. Sometimes, I really wish that I can escape the urban stress and teleport into a paradise. A place where I won't get stressed and I can live happily. Too much fairy tales isn't doing anything good to my brain. Or is it I'm to lazy to live in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Subordinate Court a few weeks back to settle something. The air during the hearing is really tense. You can hear the hair falling off your head if you pay a little less attention to the judge. Really hate it. Been thinking alot the previous holiday. Finding ways to keep myself happy and occupied from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those who get worried whenever I say "I don't wish to die". Well, I really don't wish to die. To me, death is a terrible thing. I don't want to be lifeless. Don't think too much, I'm not suffering from any funny illness. Okay, at least not for now because I haven't been to the doctor for checkup. You will know if I'm down with any diseases when it strikes me. The truth is always so hard to swallow. Once it's swallow, digest it and let it shit. Everything will be fine again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coal, with pressure and heat, it will become a diamond. The pressure must be suitable else it will break. Just like people. You, me and everyone else is just a piece of coal waiting to become a sparkling diamond. Pressure applied. Those who cannot withstand the pressure choose to end their life in the crudest way. Those who endure will be somewhere near diamond. Diamonds are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, I prefer to be who I am. Apply pressure on the coal, but what does the coal says? Coal may not worth as lot as diamond but it's useful too. Do you use diamond to start a BBQ fire? Why do people everytime assume the value of an item off it's appearances and price tag. It isn't very fair. Well, try removing all the cleaners in Singapore for 1 week and see how important they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in this ever-changing, ever-growing, ever-evolving, world. What is the choices left for me to think. I can never find the place that I belong to. My life is being push around doing things I never really like. Maybe I'm just plain lazy to work through the hardship. Of course I can stop thinking like this and say to myself "work hard or lose out". But what's the point? I'm not lazy. I love working for something I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I typing so much nonsense into one entry? People won't be reading the full length story anyway. I still got alot to say. Sometimes, I tell my mother that being a monk is so cool. They have no worries in life. Or am I wrong? My brother says that being a monk is a waste of life, they do nothing everyday. Is it? I can tell that my mum is really worried about me being a monk one day. Well, sorry mother. I can't predict the future. I don't know what will happen to me the next minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summarize it up. I just want to lead a life where I can be happy for my life and be happy for who I am. Even if I made a mistake in life, I can pick up from where I left and get walking again. Life is like a journey you say. So, to everyone out there reading this, stop forcing me to do things against my wish. I have a life, you have a life, don't make my life yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what's with the opening, it's a song by Linkin Park titled "Somewhere I Belong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I've wanted all along.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116038757942325620?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116038757942325620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116038757942325620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116038757942325620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116038757942325620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/somewhere-i-belong.html' title='Somewhere I belong'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116038749444697042</id><published>2006-10-16T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:18:02.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give praise</title><content type='html'>Thought of writing this entry after recalling a newspaper article a few months back. A school in Singapore decide to reward student for doing good doing instead of punishing student for doing wrong doing. I give this school two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in secondary school, the teachers and principal always punish student when they did something wrong. Well, I don't have any objection with that but why weren't we rewarded for doing something good. For say we found $10 and we return it to the General Office, what happens to the $10 remains a mystery. There is even a 1% chance your name will be mentioned during the next school assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the teachers will just say "you should not ask for reward for doing something you should do". The "something you should do" refers to all the good things that you did during your school that you think is right but the school think it's "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to give praise? Yeah, I know that Jack Neo's movie, I Not Stupid Too, talked about this issue. The movie encourage parents and teaching staff to praise student for their work instead of looking at the bad side everytime. A 10 marks improvement from 30 to 40 is still considered as a fail but it's an improvement of 10 marks and 1 grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people just like the end result. They don't like the process. That's why there is alot of test cheater in secondary school. What they want is the score on their result slip, not the fact that whether they really study to deserve it or not. After all, not many would remember the details of the textbook 10 years later. How is pressure formed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I always give example of schooling life because I'm still a student. I wonder if the working life is the same as schooling life. Does the boss praise their worker for good work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even me myself don't have the habit of praising people when they do something good. Guess I got to start learning the skill too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, praise me for my wonderful entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116038749444697042?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116038749444697042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116038749444697042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116038749444697042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116038749444697042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/give-praise.html' title='Give praise'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-116028881434407190</id><published>2006-10-08T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:57:57.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese poem :: Leaf</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt in writing a chinese poem. Although I find chinese word is easier to rhyme, but you need to have the feeling and make it rhyme with meaning. I'm sorry if this poem is not well written because I didn't study higher chinese nor chinese literature. I'm just an average chinese with average standard of chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is titled "Leaf" to show the strong life of a leaf. The leaf is living on a tree but he wants to get close to the flower below him. When the leaf is close to the flower, he then realise that there is already another leaf for the flower. Describing the life, sadness, lust and vibrant of leaf in a romantic chinese poetic feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know you have been waiting. But before viewing the poem, you agree that you will not edit, copy, record, store, misue or re-publish this poem in another website without my permission. If you really like it, let me know. If you don't like it, let me know. If you want to use it, let me know. If you got a comment on it, let me know.&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;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/poem1.jpg" alt="Leaf"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you don't understand what I'm trying to say because you are adviced to read paragraph 2 of this entry before making such comment. If there's any line you don't understand, ask. I will be glad to answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-116028881434407190?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116028881434407190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=116028881434407190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116028881434407190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/116028881434407190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/chinese-poem-leaf.html' title='Chinese poem :: Leaf'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_poem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115950083579613702</id><published>2006-09-29T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:03:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Ribbon Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/Events-yellowribbon-logo.jpg" alt="Yellow Ribbon Project"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Singaporean, most likely you would have heard of the Yellow Ribbon Project before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ribbon project in Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Yellow ribbon - Give ex-offender a second chance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;Pink ribbon - Something related to AIDS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Green ribbon - Anti-drug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a Singaporean, your idea of "Yellow Ribbon" might be different. You might be refering to this: &lt;a href="http://www.yellowribbon.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yellowribbon.org&lt;/a&gt;. The international suicide prevention programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm focusing on the "yellow ribbon" in Singapore, not anything related to do with the suicide. However, if you feel like committing suicide, that website might come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the main topic, would Singapore accept ex-offender to work on the society? Even if they accept, would they treat them differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was at McDonalds eating breakfast and I saw a long advertisment about Yellow Ribbon Project. Last week, I was on the MRT travelling and I saw a pictorial banner in train advertising the Yellow Ribbon Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think we should give them a second chance. We usually condemn people when they make mistake be it the situation. We have the mindset that "you did something wrong means you are bad". Can we give them a second chance? People do commit mistake in a moment of folly. You don't expect everyone to be perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's give them a second chance. If they are willing to change for the better. People says "leopard doesn't change its spot". I don't know. The only thing I know is that people do change. However, there are people who doesn't appreciate the effort. The society give them a second chance to prove themself yet they decide to walk the dirty path again. Maybe they have their reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they deserve it, give it to them. If they don't deserve it, don't give it to them. Wait till the day when they realise their folly, they will seek forgiveness, then we will give them what they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ribbon are just plain disgusting. I remember in primary school, everyone was compulsory to wear the green ribbon. For the society now, I think they should start educating on the pink ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribbon riboon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115950083579613702?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115950083579613702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115950083579613702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115950083579613702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115950083579613702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/yellow-ribbon-project.html' title='Yellow Ribbon Project'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_Events-yellowribbon-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115813090813911148</id><published>2006-09-19T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:24:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, are we too fast?</title><content type='html'>Yes we are. We are living in a fast paced society where slow is not an option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I took a slow walk around Tampines neighbourhoood. A good 2 hour walk. People are rushing past me as though I'm a not important barricade in their path. I began to wonder why people are always rushing? Ever rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the escalator is suppose to be a relaxing job since you can save the effort of climbing up the stairs. Yet some people decide to walk up the escalator. Are they really rushing for time or is it they want some exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the traffic light waiting to cross the road. &lt;i&gt;The car is still at a distant, let's cross!&lt;/i&gt; Oh, why? Can't you wait for a little moment more for the light to turn red. You would rather sacrifice a little waiting time in exchange for a risk of ending your life sooner. Are they really rushing their time or are they testing their reflexibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a break from the rush and enjoy the beating of the wind, the splashing of the sun, the shouting of the sea and the speech of humans. When's the last time you slow down yourself and take a break from the fast paced society to enjoy? Did you really enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, slow down and take a break from your life. There's a Chinese saying that says that taking a break means preparing for the longer route ahead. Yeah, we are not robot that operate 24 hours a day. No matter what we do, we deserve a break. Pamper yourself abit does no harm. Don't over do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand? Let's enjoy the moonlight tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115813090813911148?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115813090813911148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115813090813911148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115813090813911148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115813090813911148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/man-are-we-too-fast.html' title='Man, are we too fast?'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115759527955934421</id><published>2006-09-07T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:58:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 wishes</title><content type='html'>http://education.powys.gov.uk/english/&lt;br /&gt;literacy_special/aladdin_text.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tale, is just fairy tale. They can never happen in real life. The purpose of such story is to educate children. Each story has a moral behind it. Example of fairy tales are &lt;i&gt;Jack and the Beanstalk&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pinochio&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Cinderella&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Aladdin and his Magic Lamp&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As childish as I am, sometimes I do really wish that I get to meet some genie, God, fairy or deity. Then they will ask me for my three wishes and grant them for me. Three wishes is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first wish&lt;/strong&gt; will be as always, world peace. I don't want people to be in war. War is cruel because innocent life will be lost and sacrifices, making people sad. Greed is the root to all evil. Greed started war. If only everyone is not greedy, there will not be war and it will be world peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My second wish&lt;/strong&gt; is that I want everyone in the world to have a proper meal with decent food to it. Hate to see children in 3rd world country digging the rubbish dump for food. Some children even sniff glue just to satisfy their hunger. Sad scene isn't it. While people in Singapore just dump food around like it's free, people in 3rd world country are digging for food. Not only children, adults too. People begging and sheltering in the streets. They deserved a proper meal too. Hunger is not a good feeling to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My third wish&lt;/strong&gt; will be for myself. I'm selfish? Don't know. After having world peace and everyone having a proper meal. I think it's time for me to take care of myself; my health. I want to live a healthy life. That doesn't mean I want to live until the end of the Earth. I just want a healthy life with no diseases and illness. Of course, the easiest way is to have a balanced diet and exercise regulary. Since I'm granted 3 wishes, I might as well abuse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without world peace? Some people say, just let them fight for all they want. But the world doesn't revolves around you, me and we only. Everyone's action has a part to play to the revolution. I know I can't stop the war. I know I can't satisfy people's hunger. I know I can't make myself healthy. Maybe that's why it's call fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just die one day without any wish being fulfilled. Someone please give me a Magic Lamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115759527955934421?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115759527955934421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115759527955934421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115759527955934421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115759527955934421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-wishes.html' title='3 wishes'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115682206218110037</id><published>2006-09-01T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:19:42.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Sianster</title><content type='html'>P.S. This is a boring topic. You are warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sianster. If you are Sianster and you are reading my blog now, I advise you to go find something to do. Reading my blog is the last thing you would ever think of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianster is a new word I just invented. It refers to some one who always say "sian". "Sian" means boring in Hokkien. I didn't apply patent or copyright for this word as I don't see the need. If you are a Sianster, feel free to tag it in your MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people come to me and say "sian". Just freaking get lost! What's with you are "sian" and come bother me? I can't possibly satisfy you because I'm not you. If you need activities to get out of your boredom world, you should not be looking for me as I'm a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your own life. Don't ask others to plan it out for you. If you are really "sian", go find something to do. Anything. Doing something will make you occupied so you will not feel "sian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you took the effort to read until this point of my blog, I will pass on some ways of keeping occupied to you. You can go www.youtube.com to watch funny video clips. You can also join any discussion forum and chat about almost anything and you can make more friends! If you don't have an internet connection that is easily obtained, you can go out yourself to those neighbourhood shopping mall such as Tampines Mall to have a walk. Feel free to lust about the things you want to buy but please don't commit any crime. If you have a phone, you can also phone your friend and ask them out for a chat. This is a good way to keep in contact with your friend. If they decline your request for a meet-up, respect their decision. Do not hang on the phone line and says "please lah I really very sian". If anyone ever tells me that, I will slam down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've taught you some skills of getting rid of your boredom, please don't feel "sian" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't understand Sianster. It's your life to plan. If you are feeling "sian", it's also your own planning. You yourself need to find way to get rid of your boredom. You cannot expect people to say "ok lah, I help you not sian". How to help? Take a vacuum cleaner and suck out all the "sian-ness" in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remember something. Another method to reduce boredom is to maintain a balance diet and have a good night sleep. Don't tell me that you are too "sian" to eat and sleep. If you are really too "sian" for anything, I suggest you go die since you have no point living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good habit of me is not using the word "sian" randomly. That's why you don't see me going around to friend and say "sian" and give the moody (emo) face. If I always show sad face to my friend, they will get sad too. Then suddenly my whole bunch of friends is sad. What's the fun about having a bunch of sad friends? It's not cool. So I am always happy. So many things in life to get occupied about, why "sian"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianster, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115682206218110037?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115682206218110037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115682206218110037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115682206218110037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115682206218110037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-sianster.html' title='To: Sianster'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115699759080330612</id><published>2006-08-31T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:27:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet is a scary place</title><content type='html'>I know that such topic is very common in newspaper, teenage magazine and even I.T. magazine. However, this is not a common topic in blog so I will be doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to internet that we are who we are now. Thanks to the internet that we are able to get more entertaintment. Thanks to internet that I am able to write my rants online. Thanks to the internet that you are able to read my online diary. Thanks to the internet that we are closer to each other now. Or is it not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the internet really make us closer to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. Although we are &lt;i&gt;virtually&lt;/i&gt; closer to each other, we are not really close. Imagine chatting with some stranger online in an internet chatroom daily for 8 hours for 1 year. Does that means you really know the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we all know that the internet is a world where little girls are FBI and handsome hunk are fat boy. You never know that the hot little girl whom you chat to might be a lure from FBI. So what if "she" send you her photo? He might just go search for some hot girl photo and send you. Internet is a scary place. You need alot of intelligence so as not to get deluded by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the increase in technology, internet connection speed is getting faster and cheaper every year. This is a good news for customer of course! Problem arises too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People take advantage of the fast internet connection and start sharing copyrighted files freely without permission. The most commonly shared file is song and movies. The whole CD can be easily compressed into 38MB (using 128kbps compression) and a full length Hollywood movie can be compressed into around 700MB without any major quality loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a serious problem. Whenever a new movie is out, there will be pirates doing the immoral stuff as if they didn't learn it in school before. BitTorrent makes file sharing even better. It is fast and safe and alot of people are using it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prompted me to write this entry is that Jay Chou new album is leaked and spreading like wild fire on the internet now. His new album is suppose to be out in shelf on 8th September. However, some inconsiderate soul who deserve to be punished leaked it to the internet on 30th August. This is also a serious problem that need to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the relevant authorities have already tried their best in keeping pirates down. They even lowered the price of CD. However low you lower it, it still can't be compared with free songs downloaded from internet. Advantage of paying for a CD is that you get to enjoy the full, uncompressed quality of the music! MP3 files are usually compressed and result in lossing some quality. If you are a noob on audio gadgets, you might not experience the difference in compressed music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is people don't learn. People still continue sharing songs and movies on the internet like nobody's business. They are selfish. They don't care whether what they are doing is right or wrong. What they want is free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet is indeed a scary place. With just a few cables, we are connected. With just a few cables, we are capable of doing so much evil deed. With just a few cables, we changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet also brings in advantages. With E-Mail, long winded message can now be sent to the recipent almost instantly. You can even attach photo and voice clip to the email. Instant messaging is also another famous thing to do with the internet. Instant messaging client such as Windows Live Messenger (formerly known as MSN Messenger) and Yahoo! Messenger makes connection to friend with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant messaging also prove to be a good place for cyber sex. With ever increasing internet connection speed, webcam with high resolution image has no problem transmitting over the internet. This is a major problem if it involves person who is underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we all know that internet brought alot of harm and benefits. There's nothing we can do but only be honest to ourself. As what I said, stay alert so as not to get deluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is the only safe place on the internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115699759080330612?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115699759080330612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115699759080330612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115699759080330612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115699759080330612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/internet-is-scary-place.html' title='Internet is a scary place'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115647182329803165</id><published>2006-08-25T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:43:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stray cat</title><content type='html'>PLEASE DO NOT FEED STARY ANIMALS. Yeah, that's the poster I got from Tampines Town Council a few months back. I got it magnet-ed to my refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the stairs, to the road, I heard cat's meow. I was wondering if I am hearing things because my morning-hunger cat always wake me up in the morning with its meow-ing. I crossed the road and I saw this small little kitten purring. According to my experience with cats, this kitten is obviously hungry. I picked him up, brought him across the road and up the lift to my house. Prepared some cat food for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the problem. I can't possibly be feeding it for life. Although a cat's life is only about 30 years but that's a long way! What if the kitty is hungry again? Who will be so nice to feed it? What if one day the kitty got into the hand of some abusemaniac cat killer? What if one day he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I shouldn't worry too much about stray cat getting hungry. Cats are really intelligent species. They know how to source for food and drink even in the most undesirable condition. I guess that's why Singapore government discourages people from feeding stray cats. I don't care. I just don't like to see them in the state of hunger, purring out loud, looking into every passerby with a "feed-me-please" eye while they just walk past without even giving a look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, cats are living things too. You can't deny that! Cat are not destructive either. You might want to argue that. Some residents claim that their car got scratched by stray cats and some even say that cat urine and litter makes the void deck smelly. I would like to say that these people are either not clever, stupid or liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, cat don't scratch cars because the surface of the car is too smooth to be scratched. Unless you didn't polish and wash your car for centuries, then maybe cat might scratch. Most wild cat would be scratching on tree bark because that's the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing for liars out there, cat don't litter or urine everywhere. They are borned with the intelligent to clean up their waste. They will dig a hole in the grass and deposit their waste materials in it. Upon doing so, they will make sure they cover it back and leave no trace of dirty smell behind. So if you claim you see cat's litter or urine at the void deck, it might belong to:&lt;br /&gt;1) dog&lt;br /&gt;2) your little brother&lt;br /&gt;3) your children&lt;br /&gt;4) yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think dog is the best pet, think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115647182329803165?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115647182329803165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115647182329803165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115647182329803165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115647182329803165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/stray-cat.html' title='Stray cat'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115500248074366068</id><published>2006-08-16T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:13:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ju On</title><content type='html'>It's the lunar 7th month. According to Chinese belief, lunar 7th month is the month where those hungry ghost are release to the Earth. What do they do on Earth? I think they just go around scaring people and look for food. If the ghost is inexperienced, they may travel to France or India because such places don't have alot of Chinese celebrating lunar 7th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BOOM* This post is not going to talk about the lunar 7th month or teaching you how to be a "pro" in search of food. This post is going to talk about &lt;u&gt;grudge&lt;/u&gt;. I wanted to use "Grudge" as my title but I put "Ju On" instead because there is a movie entitled "Ju On" which means "The Grudge" in English. (If you are interested in the video, check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364385/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/imdb.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to bear grudge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;[This entry is suppose to be posted 8 days ago but due to the cannot-make-it content, I have been editing it every now and then. The title and the first few paragraphs is the same, what changes is the paragraphs below this remark.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66ccff"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Come to think abt my Course i realised tt theres a Lot of Hate In Ifc, i Alwayz End Up hearing Abt this Person not LIking Another Person For Some UNknown ReaSon Or This PerSon Hating AnOther Faggot Over Some Proj thing. Let DisLIkes Stay aT DisLikes, Hate Is a Very TirIng Process. Well ProCessors are too ComPliCated For me So i sHall Stay Out Of The HAte Cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- quoted without permission from &lt;a href="http://mybedtime-blog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Louis's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I quote up there represents my whole entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, me and my friends were discussing the difference between "hate" and "dislike". We managed to come to a solution that "hate is one knots above dislike" (by Victor). I got to agree with the fact that "hate is a very tiring process".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go around hating other people when you can actually be-friend that person? If you don't like that person, just put him in your "dislike" list. When you dislike someone, you just ignore him. When you hate someone, you got to think of thousands of way to sabotage the person. The more hatered you store in your heart, the worst you will feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the grudge now. Or you will die with a grudge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115500248074366068?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115500248074366068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115500248074366068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115500248074366068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115500248074366068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/ju-on.html' title='Ju On'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f16/xcode86/blog/th_imdb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115519439873404325</id><published>2006-08-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:46:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="red"&gt;HAPPY 41st BIRTHDAY, SINGAPORE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 9, 1965.&lt;/b&gt; The day when we are forced to seperate from Malaysia and have no choice but to stand on our own. Mr Lee Kuan Yew cried on national TV. I remember watching the video of Lee Kuan Yew crying when I was 4 years old. I was still young that time and I don't understand why he cried. Years down the road, history lesson about Singapore filled my brains. I began to understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't find any link regarding Singapore's road to independence, I will not post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NDP 2006.&lt;/b&gt; Stayed at home and tune in to TV to watch the parade live. Hmmm, it's basically the same every year. The parade started with "Singapore Protectors" doing stunt that wow-ed the crowd. Lots of people in uniform marching around like ants and a bunch of man-in-green stand still for 1 hour forming the number "2006".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the parade means public from different aspect of life coming together to put up a performance. Most of the "public" are actually students from various schools. The climax of the show will of course be the fireworks display. Loud and nice! The singing of national songs, national anthem and reciting of pledge makes us proud of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has come a long way. 41 years isn't exactly very long. However, we have accomplished so much in this 41 years. We overcome all obstacles since independent. We have braved the storm and crossed the oceans. United as one, we can walk singapore a long way ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;One people, one nation, one Singapore. Together we make the difference!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115519439873404325?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115519439873404325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115519439873404325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115519439873404325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115519439873404325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16879873.post-115440386558261026</id><published>2006-08-02T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:34:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your life</title><content type='html'>What do you live for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most would reply don't know. They live because they won't want to die. Some would say they want to earn their first million dollar by 30 years old. Some say they live to play more games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life meaningless? Some people says that your life from birth to death, it's already arranged and planned. If you are not mean to die, means you are not mean to die. I don't agree with this point. Your life is yours to plan, don't blame God or other shit factors for your life. Although some people experienced tougher life than other people of the same age, don't feel sad. Just take it that you are experiencing more hardship than other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Singapore feels so planned. Not by God but by the government and your parents. From the day you are born, it's already fixed that you must undergo at least 12 years of studies, 2.5 years of National Service (for man) and the rest of your life working. While working, you must not forget to find yourself a wife, get married, make her pregnant so as to answer to your great ancestor. Most importantly, plan your retirement as this is not planned by the government or your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By reading the above paragraph, you might start feeling "Damn! My life is so boring, even someone with lousy English like Jerry can write my biography". Fine, you can't blame me for knowing your life because that's the standard for everyone. Just that some people are luckier, some people are unluckier, some people are richer, some people are poorer, some people looks better, some people looks uglier, some people are fortunate, some people are not as fortunate. In the end, you will still got to get burnt down to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Goh says that if you can understand that life is meaningless, you can be a life philosopher. What logic? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I also don't wish to live like a depressed guy. I really hope that I can make the full use of my life. Maybe make a difference to the world, if not someone before my unfilal children flushes my ash down the toilet bowl. Will update about this part of myself on the Chapter 3 of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends said this to me "Even if I die now, it won't make a difference to the world". Hmm, yes. Afterall, you are not Bill Gates or Lee Kuan Yew, how would your death possibly make any difference to the world? But, if you didn't die, you could make a difference to the world. Maybe one day, you might be the new Issac Newton or Beethoven. Not now but maybe one day, your death might make a difference to the living population. Don't give up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live is wonderful. Without it, you would be dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is a RSS feed from www.inhix.net/blog&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16879873-115440386558261026?l=comprehend-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115440386558261026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16879873&amp;postID=115440386558261026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115440386558261026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16879873/posts/default/115440386558261026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comprehend-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-life.html' title='Your life'/><author><name>Jerry Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3-gGIXwkyM/TqULznvH4HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DG04cHAbZYw/s220/HNI_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
