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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8519648856217025284</id><published>2010-04-03T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:16:28.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, it's just too bad.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the midst of preparation for my upcoming exams in May and I thought I'd never blog again until the end of my examinations. But the inner me just wanna borrow some Random Access Memory (RAM) from this little space I have to put away some inner tots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a piece of rotting piece of wood, wondering what it could have accomplished had it not been infected with fungus and bacteria? It could've been a piece of high end furniture, a boat, mallet or even as something simple and useful as a piece of plain white paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all you could do is shake your head as you turn away, whispering, 'Too bad'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried reaching out to someone, not for love, money but pure friendship in the faith of goodwill but pushed away time and again. The subject matter does not concerned or affect you in any way. You might be labelled as a busybody in the process, but it didnt matter cos you really want to help. Yet the subject you're helping, refused to be helped, as their clouded judgments prevails. It's like a case of a person who is mentally ill, or psychologically impaired, doesnt realized it himself, or a case of a drunk, claiming to be clear minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,  a number of them are rotting due to this contagious deadly virus. But no one knew. Not even themselves as the cleverly disguised virus concealed itself well, except a few. But we could only watch as it infects and affects them slowly, help their inner devil to triumph over the little pure angel inside them. They waited for signs and indications from someone above. But when someone points them a direction, they paid no heed to other's advice. Insisting on hearing from the one above. Little did it occur to them that that could be the sign sent from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant decide for them whats good for them, or help them make their choices. We can only wait for shit to happen before they turn around. It always happens. Right now, we can only wish them good luck on their lonely journey ahead. It's really saddening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8519648856217025284?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8519648856217025284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8519648856217025284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8519648856217025284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8519648856217025284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-its-just-too-bad.html' title='Sometimes, it&apos;s just too bad.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2726847676171527439</id><published>2010-02-17T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:11:08.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>GONG XI FA CAI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2726847676171527439?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2726847676171527439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2726847676171527439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2726847676171527439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2726847676171527439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3564828094560493012</id><published>2010-02-04T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:58:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yays</title><content type='html'>I'm in love.. with this new trick I've come up with! 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I have to blog this day down cause I'm so happy, high and excited.&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be one of my bestest days. And since I haven been blogging cause I'm waiting for an auspicious date to move to wordpress, I better note this down before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know this gal from my class cause she asked to copy my notes. And we just began talking in class like we've known each other for a long time! Woo HOOO, Dont play play ok, Cecilia and Sok cheng. Got people want to copy my notes one ok! Thou she asked me quite a few times what was I writing. =0 Speaking of which, I wanna say thanks to Cecilia and Sok Cheng who always text me in the morning of our seating location and lending me their notes despite me having missed out on so many classes! I swear I didnt do it on purpose. I did overslept. Sians. I promise I'll TRY not to skip class anymore. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as suggested by her that I should make my RELC payment by yesterday, I went down and I met so many familiar faces. It definitely brightened my day thou I was soaked in the rain whenI was on my way back on the motorcycle.  I met zi quan whom I had quite a hearty chat, sally then Minghui and Wanping =D I feel like I'd have so much to say to wp everytime I see her but whenever I did manage to bump into her, all the words seem stuck in the throat. And we would  spend that moment looking at each other, speechless, just looking at how much we've changed or aged( for her only). It would seem like we haven seen each other for such a long long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back for a nap before the long journey to Jurong for pearly's birthday where I had the buffet dinner and got to know more people in btw. I think her name is wan ting. Definitely a sociable person. And some random person whose sarcastic joke directed at pearly was only heard by me. HAHA! We turned to exchange smiles. It was quite a childish moment in that only the both of us knew this little secret. But it was definitely dampening that I had to go back to work before eating the cake. Sians. I'm secretly hoping that there's some leftover. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Tin was around as well, not forgeting her exclaiming in that high pitch when she saw Marc's chest hair popping out of pearly's dress. 'Chest hair?????' LOL He had to do the forfeit due to losing out to ziquan in some card game. Poor Pearly. I bet she's selling that dress on ebay already. Glad to have met Junyu, Cheeboon and Alan also. Always a joy to see them.&lt;br /&gt;The Edi old birdies =DD Plus reporting late to work at 11pm and I found a new blog to follow recently. That about sums up my happy 080110 Plus I had a primary school gathering on 2nd Jan ! So nice catching up with people like yuan sheng and Ivan. How've your 2010 been so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I spotted Vanessa Ho Jiaqi driving while on the way to school, extremely distracted by her passenger Teacher Sox. TskTsk. =Pp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3648559849639131460?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3648559849639131460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3648559849639131460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3648559849639131460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3648559849639131460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-2010.html' title='The first post of 2010!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8547498238462143202</id><published>2009-12-29T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:05:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I last logged in. In btw, much has changed. I've transferred to winebar from phuture as requested. And indeed, the work at winebar is satisfying. Wide varieties of cocktail which I've already installed their concoction in my brain. I'm proud to say I'm one of the fastest worker there. But no point for that in a place where seniority is valued over merit. Christmas was spent in zouk. And an exchange was made with charmaine HOHOHO. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, people always told me I'd be a lawyer due to my wittiness and the gift of gab I had. But it didnt really cross my mind to actually work towards being one. As time passed,  the gift of gab was lost as the cruel world displayed how helpless one can be.  The fact that we cant change anything much despite how hard we fight, It is simply discouraging and unrewarding for our effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what it did not stopped was the thinking process. There will always be a monologue inside my head. A soliloquy. I'd stopped arguing not because u made more sense than I do. But because I didnt want u to be embarrassed after I made my point. I laughed at my apparent  mistakes not because I did make them, but because at your ignorance. I laughed at how silly you were and how u'll never come to your senses. I know that I'll not stop learning while u sit there at the very same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I've outsmarted you. *smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8547498238462143202?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8547498238462143202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8547498238462143202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8547498238462143202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8547498238462143202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/12/hohoho.html' title='HOHOHO'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3589563486791544918</id><published>2009-11-02T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:12:45.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween was AWESOME at zouk. I've no idea where to start.  I'll blog again when i've the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the strategy lecturer is really irritating the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mr Sam, If you're reading this, Heres a msg for you. If you cant write legibly, as least write in bigger font. Same goes for your speaking. Louder if not clearer. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3589563486791544918?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3589563486791544918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3589563486791544918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3589563486791544918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3589563486791544918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8602604781951495692</id><published>2009-10-13T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:49:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long and windy road</title><content type='html'>The cold wind brushed against my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;forcing me to squint my eyes before the rain made me flipped on my tinted visor on the helmet.&lt;br /&gt;Just so I would have a clearer view of the road to complete the safe journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soaked as I rode in the rain. It had been a cooling day. And I reckoned quality time spent in school. I felt liberated physically from work, but so occupied in the mind. Instead of thinking about stuff about myself. I've been wondering the lives of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times spent with some people BBQing last night. Playing some Monday, tuesday and arm wrestling, elephant spinning. We thought we'd not have enough food but turns out we had more than enough! It was quite a merry event, preparing the food together, watching dvd, swinging around. It was wonderful. Friends play such a huge part in our lives. Even if you cannot find the perfect soul mate. A group of fun loving friends is just as equivalent. I feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd feel so bad when I realised I slighted some people unknowingly. I really dont mean it. Even when I walk past without saying Hi. Sometimes, I just cant express myself enough with the appropriate words and I skipped expressing them. As time goes by, it became a habbit. The face ran out of emotions and the heart turned stone cold. What came out of the mouth doesnt match what the heart meant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried someday I'd leave this world without them knowing how I felt about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:red;"   &gt;TAURUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:navy;"   &gt; - The Enduring One (April 20 - May 20)&lt;br /&gt;Charming but aggressive. Can come off as boring, but they are not. Hard workers. Warm-hearted. Strong, has endurance. Solid beings that are stable and secure in their ways. Not looking for shortcuts. Take pride in their beauty. Patient and reliable. Make great friends and give good advice. Loving and kind. Loves hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"   &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:navy;"   &gt;- passionate. Expresses themselves emotionally. Prone to ferocious temper-tantrums. Determined.. Indulges themselves often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what life has in store for me. I feel lagged. In the sense that I'm falling behind what I should be doing. I have a mission. I'm driven by it. Its like reading a book and having to resist the temptation to flip to the end of the book, to find out what the ending would be.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'd be a happy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8602604781951495692?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8602604781951495692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8602604781951495692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8602604781951495692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8602604781951495692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-and-windy-road.html' title='The long and windy road'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4584262647398395935</id><published>2009-10-07T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:10:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>'A woman's bra which in an emergency can double as a pair of gas masks has won one of the awards handed out at the prestigious Harvard University for the year's most eccentric research.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://news.sg.msn.com/oddities/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3624365)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! The asians knew the bra could be used as gas mask long ago! Just that the idea wasnt coupled with action. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooncake festival was great as I had more than 5 boxes of mooncakes. There were the traditional mooncakes, the 'Bing pi' ones, and the ones which had chocolates in them. Of cos not missing the durian ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's getting rather boring. I feel stifled. I wish to take up guitar and drawing. I've been thinking alot about Singaporeans and Foreigners. I feel like a Robot made to go through those programming to suit what SINGAPORE needs. This detached us from our 'brains', stifling creativity. As compared to the 'Ang Moh' culture where the kids CHOOSE what they wanna become and how their parents would support them wholeheartedly. In my time, people would discourage teens going the 'star route' But we can clearly see the shift in culture now as there're probably more TV stars than audience on the road now, due to programs such as 'Sg Idol', 'Campus Superstar' etc... I think Singaporeans seldom laugh. Even when we do, we don do it from our heart. Subconsciously, theres something on our mind. I call it constant pressure. Compared to those smiles on those ang mohs' faces. You can imagine how the Caucasians sincerely laugh from their heart right? We're like little sea monkeys produced to play around on this island. Laugh at lame jokes to take a short break from the harsh reality. To talk about non constructive stuff, bimbotic gossips, timetables and emoing all day long, refusing to grow up. How I wish they could grow up. It's so hard to find someone who speaks with intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, If you could have all the money you need, to spend your last day on earth in Singapore. What would you do? Or rather, what COULD you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I realised recently Alan linked me from his blog. Hello Alan, Kindly drop linking me when u see this cos I'm feeling slightly naked right now. =P THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4584262647398395935?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4584262647398395935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4584262647398395935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4584262647398395935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4584262647398395935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2270044529782927766</id><published>2009-09-23T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:26:18.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>School's starting this week and tmr will be my first day back to school for my Audit lesson!&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, this week is also the student week which means lots of activities lined up for the students to participate. And guess what, yours truly will be taking part in the badminton competition with my partner Minglong at the grand hall tmr. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2270044529782927766?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2270044529782927766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2270044529782927766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2270044529782927766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2270044529782927766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4726331882720562279</id><published>2009-09-08T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:50:59.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White water rafting!</title><content type='html'>Back from Ipoh! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the weekend with ODAC doing white water rafting in perak. It was awesome for $165! We got to do white water rafting, waterfall abseiling. Wonderful meals at super low cost. And by wonderful meals I mean 1whole chicken and Ipoh Hor Fun and drinks at ard 13Rm each. 7 course meal for 20RM which includes curry chicken golden pillow. cold dish. prawn. fish. duck. vegetables, and soup. Super Wu HUA rite?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that aside, and the 30+ bed bug attacks aside. That night was crazy. Games, cards, booze, the combination has always been crazy. Plus Some new people I met, Robin, Joey, Geraldine, Rin, Weixiang, Tin, Amanda, Melissa, Huiyun aka ah lian, Joe and Dennis who lied they were freshies, Marco the James bond, and my roommate Nicholas. What happened in that room shall stay in that room and we shall leave it as that. I think this batch of Odac exco is doing a very good job. Not that the previous one didnt. But the difference is they see participants as customers instead of trekkers. So you can imagine all the welfare and care they gave to the participants. We could see how meticulous they were from the detailed information and instructions they gave. Their efforts were obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aside, I've Ecr to do on this coming Wednesday, and I've not made up my mind on what to take this term!   Somebody Save me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4726331882720562279?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4726331882720562279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4726331882720562279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4726331882720562279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4726331882720562279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/09/white-water-rafting.html' title='White water rafting!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8370386945221974455</id><published>2009-09-04T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:46:17.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time u overhaul yourself?</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day of my day job. Which signifies more Rest time! Woo Hoo! This marks the end of my 14th job. 14th's really high isnt it? Have you work as much as I had? I wanna hear about it. Speaking of which, new record set! It has been a month since I last updated! It has been really tiring working both day and night job while attending Spanish lesson during my free time. So I'm gonna unload some stuff from my mind, hoping it'll free up some space inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist about a week or so ago. I visit the dentist annually to touch up on my unhealthy gum and sensitive \teeth. It's always refreshing, painful and relieved after the visit. The dentist did some scaling and polishing, root planning and prescribed some anti biotic mouth rinse. Was due for teeth whitening today until I cancelled it last minute. Those of you who don visit the dentist periodically, maybe its time u do so. Because bacteria is kinda funny in the sense that u know its there. Even thou you cant see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, wanna complain about my phone. Which I dont really wanna complain about anymore. Funny isnt it? Complaint letter sent. Couple of phone call to SE hotline, spoken to the service centre manager, 5 trips down to the service centre kinda summarise all. Plus the same problem has not been fixed. Meanwhile, the laptop is facing technical difficulties in the sense that it either cant typed cos the cat had previously peed on the keypad, rendering the laptop keys to be useless now. Or the same key is being pressed without me pressning it. Meaning it goes 11111111111111111111111 without me typing the external keyboard which I'm using now. Things always break down during the holidays. Wonder if its good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Results had been released after almost 4months of anticipation. It was unacceptable and disappointing but I've come to terms with it. 78, 67, 66 and 66 are the scores for the 4modules I took. So close yet so far to 4As, how disappointing. Missing out by inches would mean that I'd have to work doubly hard this coming term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still some errands I need to run, some things I've due to purchase but not yet done so. Some kayaking trip and house visits to organise. Some packing and organising for the new term. And also RELC membership to pay plus bursary to apply, banks to visit. Never ending stuff to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm going to Ipoh for Odac white water rafting this weekend from Friday to Sunday. Missing out on work but having some fun would take some stress off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;So til then, Hasta Manana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8370386945221974455?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8370386945221974455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8370386945221974455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8370386945221974455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8370386945221974455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-was-last-time-u-overhaul-yourself.html' title='When was the last time u overhaul yourself?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3688195192357124151</id><published>2009-08-02T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:42:15.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not who you think you are.</title><content type='html'>Gone are the days where 'those who usually know keep quiet'. Instead, these days, if you don speak up, you're either labeled ignorant or dumb. Gone are the days where ' Man of few words know the most' But ' those who talk big without reservation, attracts the most attention' now. Youngsters are probably blinded by verbal promises instead of actions. And we can clearly see the difference in thinking and values between us and the younger generation these days as it becomes more apparent. Life these days are probably about being emotional, high tea and partying. Rather than our generation where work, money and gf/bf. Thou I reckon there must be more to these. Ok, all these are not very relevant to what I'm about to blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many probably think that I'm 'dao', being a man of few words AT TIMES. Or callous and cold blooded other times as an insensitive man..Even I myself agree sometimes. And I cant dismiss people's impression of me or their thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we say things like, what am I acting like this today? This is not the usual me. I'm not like this.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, we all have different sides of emotions, behaviour. And we probably surprise ourselves sometimes by the way we act. But it is still part of us and we shouldnt deny it. Even when we feel emotional, or fear, we shouldnt run away from them and try to be happy ONLY. These are our emotions, and we probably should embrace them. They deserve a fair share in our lives as 'happiness'. Note that this include sadness =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you should have know by now. I've been working. And my day job is... Not sure if I can reveal it. But it includes dealing with claims. For eg, when you get injured at work, u write in claims with your documents. I'll send in for processing and return a cheque if you're entitled for compensation. Or when you get sick, or go to the clinic blah blah u need to claim for compensation. Or hospitalisation and stuff, aye, you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dealing with these actually make me kinda depressed actually. Seriously! To a great extent. When I see the disease that people contracted,the enormous hospitalisation bill they incurred I could feel how helpless and vulnerable humans actually are. I would feel really grieved as I processed the document with a heavy heart. I dread getting old and weak. Not to mention losing my hair, unable to walk/run. The pain in my knees. The disease I'd contract. The unforeseen/unpredictable future. It makes me health conscious. Not only these, the traffic accidents that happened. Especially bike accidents which I could relate closely. I'd imagine how sorrowful it was for their family at that time. I recently saw a claim of a young widow in her twenties claiming for death compensation for her dead spouse. It was extremely disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me how emotionally rich I am on the inside. The rich pool of emotions inside me have always been waiting to pour out despite how cold and stolid I appear to be. It corrected my thinking that I've got past the stage where life, death, sickness and being old and feeble do not matter anymore. It made me realised I'm actually not as much of a cold blooded person as I tot I was as I continue to wonder our purposes in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the younger generation are more exposed to these. I mean how unpredictable life is, as people their age passed on maybe in the army during training, runs, exercise, or even diseases these days such as SARS, H1N1, or perhaps in air crashes which happens so frequently these days. It may be the reason why they're partying so hard, living life like theres no tomorrow as they realise how fragile humans actually are. They dont purchase policies like how the older generation used to. Lets not say the 3 or 4 policies which our parents bought. We should be surprised if they actually buy 1 for themselves. Again, this may be due to parents who have already bought insurance for them. Or the immunity/disinterest in insurance due to many of their peers who have turn into insurance agents compared to the past where people are so interested to find out more about insurance as there were only few agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this, I do recognise that there are people who notice the fragility and vulnerability in life like I do and hence purchases policies and hence explains the existence of the market. In fact, it is getting bigger with other players coming in such as Manulife, and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I'm digressing alot here and there, going round and round about cultures, values, perceptions of life, insurance, accidents, incoherent, messy written with poor english and sentence structure. But what I really wanna say here is in paragraph 6 as what the title suggested. =D HAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3688195192357124151?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3688195192357124151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3688195192357124151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3688195192357124151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3688195192357124151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-not-who-you-think-you-are.html' title='You are not who you think you are.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-7324536926699643207</id><published>2009-07-28T22:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:49:11.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings Holiday '09</title><content type='html'>He came over and asked me for $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then $1 after I waved him off. I waved too quick to realise it was a request made by a small tanned boy who looked less than 10year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bus stop, shaken by what I saw. A small boy.&lt;br /&gt;Where were his parents? What if he was in some difficulties like the children in 'Slum dog millionaire'? I couldnt stopped pondering about that boy. I couldnt believe it. This happening here in Singpore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside,holidays has been Awesome so far. I'm impressed by myself.&lt;br /&gt;First I tot I had no job. But now, I'm actually holding 5 jobs at same time plus 1 class !&lt;br /&gt;(Pls don tell me u work as a child for yr parents. pfft. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events during this holiday so far. (Just in case I forget =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Firstly, I took time off for swims, kayak, gym( once only) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Then I helped out in Odac activity which I will again in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Other activities may include Badminton and  steamboat session with Minghui, Manda, Alan and CCI gang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.MJ sessions with Van, Sox, Alan, Kevin, Joreen, Pearly, Ebonne, Perry, Nick, total of 3 cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Tennis session with Yew Choon and Ashwin, total of 3 sessions so far. Lunch dates@ Old Airport Road after tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6..Claypot rice with Secondary school clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.. Dim Sum at geylang with Sox and Van clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kuishin bo with Cindy and shufang and Cin's clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Faciliated some schools under CCI for topography lesson and leadership course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Joined SIM Frisbee for trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Clubbed with Kevin(bear), Joreen and gang. (Get the Pun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Read a few books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Not to mention going back to playing Lan, after so many years of retirement. LOL. L4D khakis: Ashwin, Perry, Nick. Also played with Alan, Cheeboon, Pearly, Kevin (Edis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Birthday Parties which I will not blogged here cos I've done so previously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks!  SIM bash this thursday@ Butterfactory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE YOU THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PS:Anyways I'm glad I tried a few new activities. Waterpolo training resuming soon. I'm so dead.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-7324536926699643207?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/7324536926699643207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=7324536926699643207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7324536926699643207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7324536926699643207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-impressed.html' title='Happenings Holiday &apos;09'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-5836672627423326414</id><published>2009-07-22T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T05:00:10.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My $850 soft mattress</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile. But... have you ever wonder whats inside your mattress? The one you've been sleeping on for the past dono how many donkey years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smau_8IfXkI/AAAAAAAAANc/1OW-cdHANjo/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smau_8IfXkI/AAAAAAAAANc/1OW-cdHANjo/s320/DSC00463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361164819927883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SmavAcjjFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/mxz8awtFYb8/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SmavAcjjFNI/AAAAAAAAANk/mxz8awtFYb8/s320/DSC00466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361164828631307474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smau_lsx9JI/AAAAAAAAANU/bj2Pc_izFv4/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smau_lsx9JI/AAAAAAAAANU/bj2Pc_izFv4/s320/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361164813906080914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smau_Ht4ZGI/AAAAAAAAANM/b4mi2afgaSo/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smau_Ht4ZGI/AAAAAAAAANM/b4mi2afgaSo/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361164805857633378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Kingkoil! (Yes, I cut a hole so I could peer what was inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smav_5ClWgI/AAAAAAAAANs/2r3OcDwnolY/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smav_5ClWgI/AAAAAAAAANs/2r3OcDwnolY/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361165918609431042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SmawA0I8j9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KRTbI9DxXMk/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SmawA0I8j9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KRTbI9DxXMk/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361165934473809874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SmawAVUMIxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/M_GHVA-r5OA/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SmawAVUMIxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/M_GHVA-r5OA/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361165926199468818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mr expensive Max Coil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-5836672627423326414?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/5836672627423326414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=5836672627423326414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5836672627423326414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5836672627423326414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-soft-mattress-which-cost-850.html' title='My $850 soft mattress'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Smau_8IfXkI/AAAAAAAAANc/1OW-cdHANjo/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-5708311167160412774</id><published>2009-07-21T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:37:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First lesson.</title><content type='html'>I know I've been lazy. Get Used to it! LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the highlights recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking was AwesOme!&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fun..&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Tennis this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Dreading to go butter factory next thursday but cant wait to catch up with frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til my next update,&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-5708311167160412774?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/5708311167160412774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=5708311167160412774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5708311167160412774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5708311167160412774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-lesson.html' title='First lesson.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-7196170735035856303</id><published>2009-07-17T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:29:55.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a series of rooms</title><content type='html'>I shall quickly pen this down while I'm still in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk about a specific type of people today.&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind who dont commit to your appointment dates, then when the rest of you finally went out, they'd come, " EH, Bo Jio!".  Don't you just feel like punching them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the kind of people who always take you for granted. Dont give a shit about you during normal days, don reply your msges or turn you down when u ask them out. And by this, I'm DEFINITELY not pinpointing anyone( Bff and Ping take note. lol) as I've already blogged something like this previously(please refer to past entry). But this kinda issues never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of us have this kind of friends. So what's the advice? I know some of us are soft hearted creatures. We keep trying and trying, feeling pek cek at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd advise leave them alone. Until they realised whats missing in their lives and then maybe they'll come find you. If they dont, then too bad. They probably dont realised that you're gone. It shows how 'important' you are to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Bff, I wondered if it was a bad habit. That I'd normally ask people out and after a few unsuccessful attempts, their names will automatically fall onto the black list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities/chances dont come knocking at your door everyday. When they dont come anymore. You probably have to start CREATING them, instead of demanding like, ' Eh how come u don ask me out anymore' that kinda stuff. It's prolly your turn to ask them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall friendship is about US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-7196170735035856303?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/7196170735035856303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=7196170735035856303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7196170735035856303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7196170735035856303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-series-of-rooms.html' title='Life is a series of rooms'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3974652684520695580</id><published>2009-07-14T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:34:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be really cold blooded sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I look away when I talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;I appear emotionless when you expect me to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to look attentive but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;I turn around when you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I may not exchange words with you when I spot you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even worse. I pretend not to see you. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont mean to be rude or anything. No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably in my blood but I definitely dont mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you matters to me. And by all, I mean EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could have more time to spend with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those intriguing ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3974652684520695580?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3974652684520695580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3974652684520695580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3974652684520695580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3974652684520695580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-everyone.html' title='To EVERYONE'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4468131652022197603</id><published>2009-07-08T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:44:57.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowards die many times before their death.</title><content type='html'>I've always been playing with the idea of Death. I'm kinda interested what's it gonna be like after my death. Who's gonna be upset and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job mentioned that Life invented death. But maybe it did not.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Life is actually about death, if you think hard about it.&lt;br /&gt;Eg, How people live for the sake of not suffering in hell.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, the real life starts after death! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving and hating this all at the same time! =DD WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4468131652022197603?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4468131652022197603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4468131652022197603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4468131652022197603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4468131652022197603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/cowards-die-many-times-before-their.html' title='Cowards die many times before their death.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1825714526018797336</id><published>2009-07-01T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:20:53.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Woo HOO! I just uploaded 5 entries one shot or something. Some quotes to share which I find quite true. Especially intriguing after the 'ghost of science' theory with huiwen last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a gl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;- Jim Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1825714526018797336?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1825714526018797336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1825714526018797336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1825714526018797336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1825714526018797336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1429262974472396372</id><published>2009-07-01T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:17:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th june. The banquet.</title><content type='html'>Shopped for the bed before the banquet with my dad. The mattress felt rather comfortable. It better be good given its exorbitant price! I'd have a new softmattress by wednesday. =D&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Mr kingkoil. Thanks for accompanying me every night for the past 10 over years. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banquet was at Kuishin Bo. My first time there and it couldnt be better. With the company more than 10 people. Perry, ashwin, nick and darrell was present as well. Somewhere there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy's camp included Yuen long, Cho Wei, darius, Silie and his gf, Shufang, Wendy, Me, of cos Desmond and Cindy followed by Shao ming and Hanyang who made a special guest appearance for 5mins.. I seriously find Cho Wei pretty funny. He has this thing around him which kinda makes him..glow. His humor ( not just lame jokes), his imagination, thinking and perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell he's a thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we WHACKED the Alaskan Crabs first. Seriously, we did. Cindy almost whack it against the table man. LOL It was sweet and saltish at the same time juicy. Nice! A piece of advice if you're going there for dinner, please eat the crabs first. 吃回本钱 first! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wnt describe the food here cos I'm not paid to advertise for them. So its best u go to their website. =D I went on to meet perry and gang for L4D. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that pretty summarise my weekend! =D (pictures uploaded in fb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1429262974472396372?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1429262974472396372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1429262974472396372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1429262974472396372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1429262974472396372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/28th-june-banquet.html' title='28th june. The banquet.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2414406222797901027</id><published>2009-07-01T00:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:19:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th June</title><content type='html'>So I headed down to Ascotts apartment for Her party. I actually bumped into the barneys right outside Ascotts! What coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the windsurf gang addresses me by 'vroom vroom' now. ROARRR what was that sia! I actually wanted to comment about shiying looking nice on her 21st until she chided me for wanting to use the bathroom sink instead of the kitchen sink! She made a funny video thou. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder if any of them read this cos BFF actually linked me to her blog before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely spoke to huiwen on that night. I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Left with the barneys to Mel's chalet. I actually wanted to stay abit longer. Or at least have another piece of cake! But it'd be quite awkward to hang around then. I'd be Super out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went over to Mel's. She actually had a performance which we missed. She had a variety of cusine. From Chinese dim suum to  Japanese sushi. we left around 11+. I accompanied Eunice to wait for quan bao. Eunice... someone I don see often but we can talk. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Shirleen if you're reading this, I'm poking you. AGAIN. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to clarke quay for My primary school's gathering! It felt damn good!&lt;br /&gt;To see everyone again. How the tall grew taller and short grew tall. DAMN! 2 of the guys are like 186cm. The average height of guys are like 175cm la. I felt like a dwarf there man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on peishan ( my primary school crush who is now married) cos she went back early. I saw Lee Ping nevertheless. My partner for dono how many years! Cos our height progression chart were practically the same. We need to sit down for a chat soon man. =D Happy Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we, or rather they were deciding who to share cab with. I realised we all stay frigging near each other! 5 stays within my estate. 4stay down the road. 2 stay further down the road. All within radius of 2-3km from my house! I miss them man. The experience we shared was so wonderful. The small school, doing our little projects, our CCAs, eating our cheap food in canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think deep down inside, we all wish we were 'small' again.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why we feel so happy together. I really miss the good old carefree times.&lt;br /&gt;Mee Toh ROCKS!!! (pictures uploaded in fb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2414406222797901027?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2414406222797901027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2414406222797901027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2414406222797901027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2414406222797901027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/07/27th-june.html' title='27th June'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1898579062918901461</id><published>2009-06-30T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:22:47.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF Birthday part 2</title><content type='html'>So after mending my shoes, I proceeded to the National library! I was utterly impressed by the reference library. So I explored my way to the microfilm section, stumbling along the way, asking people for assistance. Sat there studying the microfilms for hours before I went over the printing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko46QDMJAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PYkgfa7_U1A/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko46QDMJAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PYkgfa7_U1A/s320/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353153680475169794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, straits times news on Her birthday was rather... Peaceful. There was a Courtesy Campaign and some political issues on our ex president, Devan Nair. Compared to the articles on my birthday ,  "4 policeman gang raped prostitute" ; "3boys nabbed arsonist" WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to see what happened on my father's birthday. Straits times was only 12pages during his time can!?! I ponder about his life. If I could turn back time. It will not be to amend whatever wrong I did. But probably to observe the life of my dad. It must be really interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm gonna come up with a little poem for him. ( Belated Father's day gift!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked that my fren had World Cup news on her birthday! So nice lor! Even had the straits times noon edition to cover the Finals the previous night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko46wI2fGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dSOFp9d9nYc/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko46wI2fGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dSOFp9d9nYc/s320/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353153689088851042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko47O896dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SahfHUzgDZw/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko47O896dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SahfHUzgDZw/s320/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353153697360505298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, that guy caught me snapping them. So I had a copy of her birthday straits times printed. It was already thick even thou I excluded the classifieds man. Classifieds were really funny last time man. You can clearly see how brands were building their image and conveying their values to the consumers. Advertisements like, " Use Toshiba. Reliable. " ; " You can count on HP" HAHA I should've printed one of those man! But inbetween articles, there were advertisements also lah. The 'sense of dressing' were different also. I could still notice the rollover fashion sense from the 70s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko47yU03zI/AAAAAAAAALM/qMXsykbnnYQ/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko47yU03zI/AAAAAAAAALM/qMXsykbnnYQ/s320/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353153706855817010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko47nmBJ_I/AAAAAAAAALE/xhhXsl-bNdk/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko47nmBJ_I/AAAAAAAAALE/xhhXsl-bNdk/s320/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353153703975135218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, straits times suggested in their advertisement page that someone could pay to take over one page of advertisement then subcontract them out to earn money! How interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So There You Go, BFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1898579062918901461?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1898579062918901461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1898579062918901461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1898579062918901461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1898579062918901461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/bff-birthday-part-2.html' title='BFF Birthday part 2'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sko46QDMJAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PYkgfa7_U1A/s72-c/DSC00445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3698526251111816877</id><published>2009-06-30T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:45:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF Birthday.</title><content type='html'>So I was to prepare a present for BFF. Before that, I Shun Bian went to the cobbler to fix my 'Crocodile' working shoes. It was a nostalgic experience. The last time I remember going to the cobbler was to nail on those metal horseshoe thing and metal pieces onto the bottom of my NPCC boots. Who else still uses the service of cobbler, given the affluent status of Singaporeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Cobbler and I had an interesting chat while he mends my shoes. The 67 year old man was asking if I noticed that he appeared on the newspaper the day before and even told me about how business had dropped after NPCC cadets were no longer required to nail those metal pieces due to people falling and scratching the floor of the school halls. Along the way, he constantly reminds me how alert he still is, and that he doesnt have ' Lao Ren Chi Dai'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SkoyTF5x2aI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8h3bfqiFxF0/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SkoyTF5x2aI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8h3bfqiFxF0/s320/DSC00443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353146410666678690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SkoyTfSmmUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MspQnybLSpg/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SkoyTfSmmUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MspQnybLSpg/s320/DSC00444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353146417481685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3698526251111816877?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3698526251111816877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3698526251111816877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3698526251111816877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3698526251111816877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/bff-birthday.html' title='BFF Birthday.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SkoyTF5x2aI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8h3bfqiFxF0/s72-c/DSC00443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-951003563146370113</id><published>2009-06-30T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:16:07.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEL and BFF Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>An eventful day with birthday parties and gathering to attend. First it was BFF's birthday then Mel's and late night clubbing with primary school friends. Then Cindy's banquet at kuishin bo the next day. I'm gonna break this down into a few entries cos its too wordy already! So just take note of the timeline. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-951003563146370113?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/951003563146370113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=951003563146370113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/951003563146370113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/951003563146370113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/mel-and-bff-birthdays.html' title='MEL and BFF Birthdays!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-5417241859765380595</id><published>2009-06-27T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:17:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Told ya!</title><content type='html'>I was at work with nick today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy guessed I was 17 and nick 23. WAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's frigging 6years younger! WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-5417241859765380595?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/5417241859765380595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=5417241859765380595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5417241859765380595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5417241859765380595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/told-ya.html' title='Told ya!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-845770378489697600</id><published>2009-06-26T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:45:41.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian ga lao sai</title><content type='html'>SIAN GA LAO SAI,-(huiwen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is prolly how I'm feeling these days. Especially when the night falls. It gets especially quiet except the sound of the wind when the vehicles weave past. I need a job to kill time. The cashflow is negative and when you have no woman and money. You feel lonely. I kinda figured a way to brush the loneliness aside already. Prolly need to test it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping early at 7plus and then waking and staying up til 3plus 4.&lt;br /&gt;I need late night khakis to roam the streets at night. Unfortunately or rather fortunately, Other than those working now,  my frens either sleep early or have curfews to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How GUAI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Birds of  a feather flock together. Thats how Guai I am also.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I spent too much time at home. I need to prowl the streets. At night. I wanna try shisha (though it is much more toxic than cigarette). I need to check on the merlion. I miss cycling at night. I need to kayak (next week!). I wan to dive. I need to climb.  I wish I could draw. I wanna take up photography. I need more cash. I wan to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an activity partner. first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did someth interesting today. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;WOW meter: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total randomness, I'm thinking of building my own wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new mattress also! ROARR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-845770378489697600?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/845770378489697600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=845770378489697600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/845770378489697600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/845770378489697600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/sian-ga-lao-sai.html' title='Sian ga lao sai'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8563280507500763391</id><published>2009-06-24T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:50:07.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love to fly kite in thunderstorm and lick spilled beer</title><content type='html'>Had a great time flying kite and drinking beer with people I least expected.&lt;br /&gt;We should do this more often man! Oh, I meant trying to fly a kite with hole. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta list them down before i forget. Mei kuen, Yiheng, Perry, Ashwin, Nicholas, Joon kiat, Benjamin, Perry, Gek ching, Lingxian, Peixuan. Btw, xian spoke more than 2 lines to me. Guess thats what I get when she drinks. Got to make her drink more often, MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, We need CARS for outing, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8563280507500763391?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8563280507500763391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8563280507500763391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8563280507500763391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8563280507500763391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-love-to-fly-kite-in-thunderstorm-and.html' title='We love to fly kite in thunderstorm and lick spilled beer'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3116539580643310125</id><published>2009-06-21T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:15:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In camp training</title><content type='html'>ICT was good. Good to be posted back to be reunited with my men. I have lots to say about ict, the training and the men. But I'll skipped cos I have absolutely no idea where to start. Overall it was good to be back. It was a rather good catching up session. I really like my men thou I don show it. Seems like they've all matured after NS. More willing to do stuff compared to NS active days. Thou they complained, but they complained lesser now. I wish to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine looked rather alien to me as I looked upon it in the vehicle shed. Despite being the subject matter expert on the armoured vehicle, operating the vehicle 3days a week, educating the soldiers, passing them everything I know the best I could. I still find it unbelievable how could I absorbed the massive knowledge about how the vehicle operates, maintenance lesson and vehicle drills. The hand signals to start engine, to engage parking brake and to cut off engine all seem so unfamiliar to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high pitched horn was still as sharp as the engine was turned on. The majestic vehicle roars as the front guide signalled for the driver to move forward. The tracks rolled along with the road wheels, carrying the massive 27tonnes vehicle to the designated position. I know in times of war, we'll have a reliable vehicle to depend on. A competent driver to operate the machine, and a professional gunner sitting right beside me. Most of them, well trained by us. I'm sure their competancy level is not below mine now for we've been out of touch for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good. I could sense the relationship between me and the men getting better, as compared to during active days. Like a strict father, I expected alot from them, gave them the harshest training I could. As the best form of welfare is the best training eg safety in armour unit, competency in drills. Obviously, not many of them appreciated this, and I was kinda cursed by them every night. Sometimes I wish I could've been less harsh on them. But I needed to cultivate the right values in them. End of day, I'm sure all of them have become a tougher men under me. They displayed determination,discipline and high endurance/tolerance level.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I'm glad all of them ord-ed safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that I'm training along this bunch of guys. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3116539580643310125?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3116539580643310125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3116539580643310125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3116539580643310125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3116539580643310125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-camp-training.html' title='In camp training'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4375927699812041320</id><published>2009-06-14T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:52:32.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the hang of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWAY.. for 6days 5nights.&lt;br /&gt;Til then! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4375927699812041320?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4375927699812041320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4375927699812041320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4375927699812041320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4375927699812041320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/away.html' title='Getting the hang of it.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4381975486252486877</id><published>2009-06-12T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:37:10.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside down</title><content type='html'>Lying on my bed, staring at my ceiling and plucking my moustache. Thinking even if they do exist, Is Heaven really up above and Hell below? We prolly imagined it to be up there cos we associate Heaven to beautiful things like the sky. What if... all along, it has been the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to heaven. Genuine People who are not superficial enough to only want beautiful things. Makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What if its not up or down.... BUT LEFT OR RIGHT? PFFFT. LOL HAHAHAHAHa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4381975486252486877?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4381975486252486877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4381975486252486877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4381975486252486877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4381975486252486877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/upside-down.html' title='Upside down'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1740082522842248819</id><published>2009-06-11T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:10:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut.</title><content type='html'>The distracted man cut my ear when he was supposed to cut my hair. 2nd time this is happening. Same incident, different salon. More serious this time. Pfft. It bled profusely for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many argued I should have refused payment. But I'm not really those dispute and bargain kind.   Since he still had the cheek to stretch out his hand and asked for it, I just had to give it to him. ROARR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supercut at Novena. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROARRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1740082522842248819?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1740082522842248819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1740082522842248819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1740082522842248819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1740082522842248819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cut.html' title='Cut.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8789741063259375925</id><published>2009-06-11T00:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:40:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsibly responsible</title><content type='html'>This is impressive. Even I'm impressed by myself. My ideas and thoughts that I once shared with Amanda and friends under the stars in the botanic garden were actually reflected in a book that I've yet to read. Amazingly, the book kinda managed to put 'my'/ those thoughts into words. It's really difficult because you really wanna put it across in a simple to understand way so that people can relate to the concept/idea easier. Its difficult to put concepts/thoughts into words, like how it is from words into action. Imagine you have a set of thinking, which no one concur yet, but in fact, there was actually a theory behind backing your very own theory! Peculiar happenings. I'm starting to wonder if we even think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I wanna talk about the issue of fear and procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me recently that I have a tendency to be irresponsible. Not in that sense.  Of course I know I'm fully responsible for myself, my own learning and my life. In fact, I do not deem lightly of the issue for I see the great importance of taking charge of our own lives. To such an extent that I refused to be responsible.. for the life of others. And that probably explains why I hesitate about giving tuition, helping out in leadership programmes and other stuff that may involve others' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 'that place', we try to 'touch' people's lives. But what position am I in to touch your life when I haven touched my own? Its like teaching one thing and doing another. I wanna be true. to myself and to others.  Similarly for tuition. No offence to my frens giving tuition. But personally, in my case, I often wonder who am I to teach you when I cant even help myself out in my own studies! It's such an irony! In other words, I don wanna screw up anyone's life! On the other hand, if I had the chance to inspire you but I didnt. Whose loss will it be? I used to think I was born as a catalyst. To help/facilitate someone to grow in their life. But am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected and realised that I've been turning away from my responsibilties. Probably as a fren, son, brother, facilitator, the chance to be a cadet inspector and all other potential responsibilities! I wonder if I should ponder as much; If I was born to ponder. I wonder if I'll ever figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it sometimes, you'll probably realise, it may not be wise to think about all this. Afterall, decisions in life and life itself can be pretty insignificant for it has all already somehow been decided. On the contrary, I came across some inspiring lines yesterday, taken from Steve Jobs. I hope it inspires some of you. Goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is brilliant in such a way, it invented death. Death clears the old and introduces the new. For now, you are the new but one day, you will be old and cleared away. So cherish the limited times you have and make something out of it. Dont waste it, living someone's elses life. Dont be trapped by dogma which is living the result of other people's thinking. Dont let the noise of other people's opinion drown out your own inner voice. Most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition cos they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else. is secondary&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sidenote, I think I'm hitting one of my New year resolutions-to be more expressive and rich in emotions. I'm feeling angry, sad, happy, unhappy, happy like every 30mins and the cycle continues. Woo hoo! not too bad~~ Basket, why is this happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Had a good dream last night, HAHAHA right wanping? ;P if you're still reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8789741063259375925?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8789741063259375925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8789741063259375925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8789741063259375925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8789741063259375925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-coincidence.html' title='Irresponsibly responsible'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4901637359220613193</id><published>2009-06-07T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:14:49.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had quite an 'open' conversation with Huiwen last night. Something about human behaviours. We can talk until the cow comes home but we arnt changing anything just by talking about it. Pfft. We just have to...Adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt something from Huiwen's blog. Something about her obsessive online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well whatever that something is, and immerses it absolutely in floods of superficiality and materialism. which i wholly enjoy in times like these. because they never let you down. or tell you things you don't wanna hear." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-from her entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines kinda reflect my perspective about materialism nowadays. I used to think that those who are superficial are... superficial. Maybe materialistic/even posers. But not really nowadays. Afterall, they're one of the only real things you own. When everyone leaves you, your moral values eroded. They're the only things still with you, your possessions.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, they aid in impression mangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me digress a little here. There's nothing wrong with being a man without principles. This may mean that the man is adaptable, react to changes unlike a stuckup man of principles. We all know there is no absolute in life. There's always more than one way to look at things and the way you perceive things changes as the way we think changes. For eg, even the most objective information can be subjective at times while things that are subjective may be objective if we had not read too much into it. It still amazes me at times.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I change my views about spirits/forces while reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean by, rhe only thing constant is change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Cindy will agree with me on this. Working adults work with goals in mind. Something that pushes/motivates them to work even harder. Like the purchases they wanna make, be it a LV or Gucci bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Cindy, who is currently obsessed with the game, dynasty warrior.&lt;br /&gt;We've been typing.. Abit way too weird recently.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a typical format of how our msgs goes nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wooohooo..! I mean.. Zhuge, I look forward to seeing you at the banquet. The servants of kuishin bo will see to the preparation of the man han quan xi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do I my lord, I propose a toast to celebrate the memorable event. A 3day 2 night banquet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of the many Zhuge Liang-Liubei converastions we're having nowadays. Meanwhile, I'm keeping my fingers crossed. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy note: Minghui and Manda back from Aussie. *kick* *kick*&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4901637359220613193?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4901637359220613193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4901637359220613193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4901637359220613193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4901637359220613193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-quite-open-conversation-with-huiwen.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-5650331656346396614</id><published>2009-06-07T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:16:24.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelivable but true</title><content type='html'>I was typing halfway when I noticed the words in the blog werent making any sense. They were just.. lines made up of meaningless words lumped together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot I had grown out of that but realised I've not. Irrational.&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Taken' in the afternoon. Awesome show with nice buildup throughout the show though the act might have never been feasible. My skeptical mind refused to criticise the show while I escaped from reality, into the imaginery world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm having this bad feeling. I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-5650331656346396614?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/5650331656346396614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=5650331656346396614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5650331656346396614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5650331656346396614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbelivable-but-true.html' title='Unbelivable but true'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-425532152324233707</id><published>2009-06-04T22:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:43:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you dono me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's slowing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like a plague, it attacked and infiltrated/corrupted my mind, then my body. I tried to shake it off but my mind was flooded..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything is in slow motion now..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to be continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had my first ever program today, teaching the NCC cadets orienteering. It brought back memories when I was an NCO back in NPCC during secondary school days. There were fond and unpleasant memories. But because the unpleasant ones happened towards the period where we were supposed to step down, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; magnified 100times and overshadowed the fond memories accumulated over the 4 years. I'd consider myself to be the highest achiever in NPCC back in my unit at that time yet it wasnt pleasant enough. I try not to think about unpleasant things.. And things associated with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to darran for helping me along this afternoon, guiding me and constantly checking if I'm ok. It was hard on my side, cos the people I was handling, were totally different from the hokkien soldiers I used to handle. I'd say far more fragile, delicate and I was afraid to crush them so I chose to play safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd be a good instructor ever since NPCC. I even considered teaching cos I loved it so much. But I knew it could've be better even thou it was my first orienteering program but it wasnt.  Laugh at me if you want. Despise me. I'm ready to take them all because I know I'll only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always interesting to interact with people. Regardless how similar/different they are to you. You see the difference and you learn to interact. You don judge or criticise how good/bad they are just because they're different to you. It's subjective. End of the day, we're all different from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I was riding on the bike this morning at 90km/hr. I suddenly slowed down.&lt;br /&gt;My mind went blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why am I rushing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why are we always rushing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Where do we rush to in the end?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt accountable to myself and started to think why does me and myself always have different ideas. Why cant we act as one. I then figured that 'me and myself' kind of people actually goes no where in life cos they're constantly moving back and forth. I feel responsible for emotions of people around me. I felt terrified.. of nothing. Not that I'm not terrified. I'm actually freaking out. Things dont make sense anymore. Thoughts jumbled together. There are other questions. I couldnt think about thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I lost myself in a whirlpool of thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I checked my watch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gripped the handlebar tightly before opening the throttle. The bike picked up speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I refused to think anymore for I was late..for SOMETHING I'm unsure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-425532152324233707?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/425532152324233707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=425532152324233707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/425532152324233707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/425532152324233707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-you-dono-me.html' title='I know you dono me'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6229559847381189320</id><published>2009-06-03T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:10:29.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nights out..</title><content type='html'>Late night supper at chomp chomp with pearly, ervin, joreen and kevin on monday. Finally had tou hua tang yuan again. Mahjong at pearly's on wednesday. Orienteering Program tomorrow. ARGH.. all the late nights and the program. Sians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed up during this holiday. I'm sure some of you will be surprised why so stressed even thou its the holidays. But I seriously am. I am pressurised. Life is not just about eat, sleep and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is what yew choon mean by 要求.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!! ROAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6229559847381189320?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6229559847381189320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6229559847381189320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6229559847381189320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6229559847381189320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Late nights out..'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2671400515868934439</id><published>2009-06-01T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:28:43.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Actors or Audience?</title><content type='html'>Huiwen showed me a clip. About S factor. I know how retard they make themselves sound like during the show. And all the hoo ha they created on facebook. But do you think the participants are really like that in real life? And Huiwen is so stuck in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don really like such stupid clips. Not only does it make you stupid, its a waste of time. And yes, stupidity is contagious. And girls reading this, Dont think I dono you girls watch clips where funny girls teaches you how to put on make up. *Roll eyes* I mean if you're watching for the sake of learning, it's fine. But if you're watching to laugh at their funny accent, Snap Out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to S factor. People acting stupid to boast their viewership. To increase their profits from commercials. And people actually falling for all this. Laughing in front of the television at home over their stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,who's the more silly one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2671400515868934439?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2671400515868934439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2671400515868934439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2671400515868934439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2671400515868934439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/06/actors-or-audience.html' title='The Actors or Audience?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8122334738388969336</id><published>2009-05-30T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T04:05:40.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.</title><content type='html'>This is my 100th post! Wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally completed the spraying and assembling the parts of my bike ALL BY MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;Took me like 4days? The finishing isnt as good as the one you'd get if u had it done at the shop.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap paint=cheap quality=cheap ride. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished soccer. Time now 3.57am. What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;Football shatters my knee. Swimming is a form of rehabilitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, watching the ah peks at the void deck playing chess stirred up the desire in me to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's game for one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8122334738388969336?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8122334738388969336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8122334738388969336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8122334738388969336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8122334738388969336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-of-motorcycle-maintenance.html' title='The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6696758950461867693</id><published>2009-05-28T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:34:52.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.. After midnight.</title><content type='html'>Had the not-so-impressive claypot rice with the secondary school frens at geylang. =(&lt;br /&gt;Went for Lan before waiting til 2.45am for the champion league final .&lt;br /&gt;The highly anticipated Man U vs Barca game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much commentary to be done here, all in all,&lt;br /&gt;Barca outplayed and outclassed Man U in a game which Messi shone.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think Man of the match should go to Puyol. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying out these past few days and more coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;First MJ at pearly's til morning, then Champ league til 6, gonna have a gaming session with the edi on thurs, Midnight soccer on friday, pri school gathering til morning on saturday(I doubt I'm attending).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really like going out til morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6696758950461867693?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6696758950461867693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6696758950461867693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6696758950461867693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6696758950461867693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-after-midnight.html' title='Busy.. After midnight.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-5781027766235176577</id><published>2009-05-27T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:17:21.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKOK!</title><content type='html'>A silly conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BANG says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; check your mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vanessa ho-RILEY says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; okok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;BANG says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; okok=?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vanessa ho-RILEY says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; will check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BANG says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vanessa ho-RILEY says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ok = ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;BANG says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ok. I understand you will check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vanessa ho-RILEY says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; okok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;BANG says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; okok=?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vanessa ho-RILEY says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; okok. i understood what your ok meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; hahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;BANG says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; can can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vanessa ho-RILEY says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; hahahahahah!!! what a turn off!!!!! LOLOL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-5781027766235176577?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/5781027766235176577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=5781027766235176577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5781027766235176577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5781027766235176577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/okok.html' title='OKOK!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-52053257449078610</id><published>2009-05-26T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:33:15.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a mood to blog..=D</title><content type='html'>Yes, It's still the same day and I'm in the mood to blog. =D I just discovered that my good fren Yew Choon is back in Singapore from his pilot course in Canada before I went for work. I'm meeting him for dinner tomorrow to do some catching up. And hopefully get him to intro me some Canadian chicks =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm just kidding. Yew Choon was and still is my competitive badminton sparring partner. We always have fun playing against each other. We also talk alot about our inner self. I know we all have many friends but in a way, I know I'm slightly different(according to bff) cos I have alot different cliques of friends like secondary school, badminton, edi, odac, and people from walks of life. It's not only restricted to people of my own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, we're not only acquaintance. I'm actually quite close to some of them in the group. I feel that I'm not only in a network of friends. But in a powerful network of opportunities and resources which I know will only get better as age and experience come along. It allows me to gain insights and knowledge which I wouldnt have come in contact with. Unlike most people who is not interested to know things they're not familiar with. I'd prefer to learn more and force myself out of my comfort zone. No, I'm not a social butterfly which many of us think. I would prefer to say I...'m interested in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father told me I'm not strong enough when I told him people who told me otherwise. I know he was trying to peg me back so my head wouldnt get as big as hot air balloon. To prevent me from floating off the ground and continue walking on the ground. He of course has his case for saying I'm not strong enough. Afterall, He used to train at the old Kallang National stadium with all the National bodybuilders. But I guess I'm as strong mentally and physically as I THINK cos I can think perfectly well. But I know I'm not as strong as I APPEAR to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably due to animal instinct. A dog barks to appear ferocious. A porcupine is full of thorns to protect himself from predators. Horns make animals look threatening. Coconuts are high above to be out of reach. And I'm not surprised if durians are the way they are so that people will not consume them. We are all nature's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:Wanping has finally finished her exams! She appears to be hopeful of her MA today. Hoorays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-52053257449078610?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/52053257449078610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=52053257449078610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/52053257449078610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/52053257449078610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-mood-to-blogd.html' title='In a mood to blog..=D'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1433440541765995564</id><published>2009-05-26T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:04:16.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can boys and girls be best friend?</title><content type='html'>Do you really think I was about to blog that? Pfft. Bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work after mahjong from 530pm to 10pm for catering at Wisma. I shouldnt name that shop but I guess Hansel saw me cos he text me about it. The function was quite high class as we had to serve the guests in the shop. Had to keep asking if they want this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really humbled me and put me to a level of social standing which I feel really really minor in front of them. Guests who showed up were dressed appropriately and you could see from the way they socialised, that they are not just atas. They were the atas of the atas. In a shop where a tie is selling at $300+, a polo shirt costs $439, it's not surprising. The way they wave you off, or ask you to come over, MAKES you feel like you're a servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a champagne glass in her hand and fruit tartlet in the other. She laughed and joked in a conversation with someone whom she haven met for awhile. The photographer were clicking away, taking pictures of the glamorous ladies who were well in their forties yet dont act/look like their age. Looking at the ladyboss of the shop, people were introducing new friends to her, forming new business networks. Smiles and namecards were exchanged, shopping were done by wives for the husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will I be able to climb to their level of social standings.&lt;br /&gt;Or will I ever ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1433440541765995564?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1433440541765995564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1433440541765995564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1433440541765995564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1433440541765995564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-boys-and-girls-be-best-friend.html' title='Can boys and girls be best friend?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3063539051715494940</id><published>2009-05-26T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:50:55.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the zeng?</title><content type='html'>Yes, that was the question Pearly kept asking throughout our mahjong session at her house. Ervin (our standby trooper) and the Joreen were the other 2 participants. I would say that Pearly has a nice and cosy house. Energetic family members, relatively young parents with noisy pets!&lt;br /&gt;Minghui! She also stay in exec flat on 2nd floor like you! same layout somemore! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won quite abit of money on mahjong and we went for Mcdonald's breakfast cos we had nowhere else to go. ARGH! I should've drove! We played til almost 8am when Joreen almost collapsed =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, Pearly passed me a gift for my birthday which just passed. So thoughtful right! It's a book as what I anticipated. But a thoughful one with a nice note. I think I'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll love it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3063539051715494940?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3063539051715494940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3063539051715494940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3063539051715494940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3063539051715494940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-zeng.html' title='Who&apos;s the zeng?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1956124618481246224</id><published>2009-05-23T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:36:24.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The independence quiz</title><content type='html'>Many of my frens are turning 21. Or, have already past 21. As such, the issue of independence have kicked in. Did you know that in some countries, parents kick their children out of the house once they reached 21. Such patterns are usually common in mammals. We have to leave the pack when we reached certain age. Humans are like animals. We have to leave the pack to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 21(which was yesterday). My father spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you gonna do about your life?" he asked in a solemn manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We dont have many 21s in our lives you know. you've reached your first 21. When another 21 passed, you'd be 42. What do you wish to have achieve by the time you turned 42?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah... That was some serious conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this plan that when I turned 21, I want to leave the house, rent a place at my fren's place, provide for myself and buy a saving insurance. But all this wasnt realised due to the high school fees i'm incurring now. But I still try to work and school at the same time. I save whatever I can, work whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of my frens have been telling me about their independence. Eg, I got this guy fren who always spend money which I dono came from where. Tho he always say he used his own money, I always knew his 'own money' refered to his allowance his father gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the most basic of this. Few questions to ask yourself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you iron your own clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you handwash whatever that needs to be handwashed yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Do you do your own dishes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you clean your own room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes to all above,&lt;br /&gt;Are you financially independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, many thinks that being financial independent = independent, which is of cos not true according to what we see above. Financially independent is probably the second level of independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're spending what you earn, yet you still need others  to clean your room, pack your clothes for you, do your dishes. Are you really that independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you are taking money from your parents. But you're contributing to the household by doing the chores, cleaning the house, dishes and laundry. Your parents will be able to work without worrying about the house. I'm sure they are more than happy to give u the money u need. Afterall, a mature child spends more wisely than the immature one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's better if you can achieve both. Doing your own chores, and  working for your own keep. Financially independent. I know friends who are taking care of their family, chore-wise and financial-wise, and I'm proud of them. *salute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, if you are still acting like a baby in your house, still needing people to take care of your everyday needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME TO GROW UP!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1956124618481246224?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1956124618481246224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1956124618481246224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1956124618481246224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1956124618481246224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/independence-quiz.html' title='The independence quiz'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4481106185106642431</id><published>2009-05-23T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:46:44.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This guy has a good working attitude..."</title><content type='html'>That was what people at work said about me. Woo Hoo! Then why did the teachers and army officer say there was something wrong about my attitude? Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A genius can never be understood by people when he's still alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work has finally ended and it was really interesting. We get to earn money and eat some catered food at the same time. What more can u ask for?! I've always wanted to work as a banquet waiter at hotel. Due to their high pay of $8~$12 compared to those $3.50 hourly pay at Delifrance, ~$3 Mcdonald's. And yes, I once worked for $3.50 per hour at Delifrance, 8-12 hours a day, 5-6 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work, some people at work are damn terrible. It's hard to work with them sometimes. I shall not talk behind their back. Shirleen was worried that I couldnt cope with the work and staff. but me, being the flexible me, I couldnt have much to complain..&lt;br /&gt;That's work for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tough work dont last, only tough men do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4481106185106642431?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4481106185106642431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4481106185106642431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4481106185106642431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4481106185106642431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-guy-has-good-working-attitude.html' title='&quot;This guy has a good working attitude...&quot;'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4536806007880003062</id><published>2009-05-20T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:57:26.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work..</title><content type='html'>There are 2 girls I'm working with. They're quite... immature. yet in a way cute enough that u wont wanna hate them. Oh wells. They'll grow up someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I forgot to mention the other day. When I went into this room to collect the food I've left there, this man asked me, " you got plastic bag or not?" before the rest laughed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, " Why don't you put them in yr pockets first?"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, What was your reaction? Did you think that it was funny? or rude? That man was like abit mad for awhile, asking for my company name (I supposed in a joking manner cos the rest laughed) , I then left the room.. Hmm It was interesting~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, quite a few of my friends finished exams liao. OTIA last paper. Including Bff, Cecilia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELCOME TO THE CLUB!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4536806007880003062?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4536806007880003062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4536806007880003062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4536806007880003062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4536806007880003062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work..'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-7228041611719949090</id><published>2009-05-19T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:22:28.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up at 6plus everyday...</title><content type='html'>I'm waking up 6plus everyday cos I'm working for a catering company for this week. I shall skip the details cos it's a typical waiter job. Believe it or not,waking up so early in the morning actually makes me feel kinda fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supervisor is annoying to a certain extent. He place himself high and mighty, ordering us around. He does not realise that we're the main force working in the company. He's definitely dragging the company's progress. Enough said, dowanna bitch too much about people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of work was quite tiring. Due to previous day's soccer and swimming. Which made me fell asleep at 9plus. Shiok.. Oh ya, Shirleen who introduced me the job smsed to check how was I doing. I know...So sweet right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was much better, now that I know what's going on&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, what's supposed to be done and when to do what and what's not supposed to be done. Got to know a few more people working at the event. Basically sweet ladies.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,more stuff to do, got to go for now! More updates soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself working there again.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: My mom made dumplings (Zong zi) today.2 flavours chicken and pork. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-7228041611719949090?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/7228041611719949090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=7228041611719949090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7228041611719949090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7228041611719949090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-up-at-6plus-everyday.html' title='Waking up at 6plus everyday...'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-662597412396834005</id><published>2009-05-17T18:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:37:52.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feast continues..</title><content type='html'>I just cant emphasize enough how well my mother can cook. Hainanese chicken rice, with self made chilli, Chilli crab, lamb chop, crayfish, and cooking without oil using this special pan. We had crayfish and this nice pork ribs for today's dinner after my swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 无忧无虑 (for now) days continued with breakfast prepared the moment I woke up. I'm happy whenever there's food in the morning. Went on to THROW AWAY all my notes after eating, did abit of packing of my room, wardrobe and othere stuff, like fixing my high fi. Which is finally working now YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a swim just now. I really enjoy swimming, I reckon. May not be as pro as Ian thorpe, Phelps But it's something I really enjoy doing! Considering whether to join the Swim team in SIM. I think I'm still joining Frisbee. Eh BFF!! Still on or not?! Join together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally enjoying the moment now (As long asI don think about the mistakes I made in exams), doing my stuff, cycling around the neighbourhood, walking at a real slow pace, time for family, friends and myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this job assignment which I secured while I was having exams. Catering at NUS for the next whole week including saturday! The thing is we need to wear formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SIAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*while typing this post, I received a call from Tommy to play soccer at 9pm. How much more happening can this get?! Next up is to watch Angels and Demons, supposed to watch with nick, but that gay wanted to wait for his gay buddy to come back from Australia before we can watch it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF, We've never watch movie together before! Wait for you ar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-662597412396834005?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/662597412396834005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=662597412396834005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/662597412396834005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/662597412396834005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/feast-continues.html' title='The feast continues..'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-5370660548535278490</id><published>2009-05-17T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:19:43.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th birthday!!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Finally 18 already! =P So the day began with my mom cooking abalone noodles as usual(with real abalones of course!) And we had breakfast together as a family on a saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;I feel really blessed that my mother is such a great cook. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in after replying tons of birthday wishes on facebook. Thanks everyone!! Pearly told me that with every wishes, my luck will improve blah blah blah. Thanks everyone again! Minghui shall be excused since she was busy studying in the library =). The family then went on for High tea buffet at Lingzhi tung lok. It's a vegetarian buffet. =D It was really a good time to have a vegetarian buffet since I was going to attend BBQ with my secondary school friends in the evening. Shall name them here, Joon kiat, Nicholas, Benjamin,Perry, Yiheng, Lingxian, Peixuan, Gek ching and Ebonne. ( pai ming bu fen xian hou) Oh ya, Met up with Mun kit the day before and introduced her to Nicholas. We were supposed to go on a trip to Beijing, China and inner Mongoliao, But since influenza A found its first case in china, the trip was cancelled and money refunded. Man, I was so looking forward to that trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ was fun, since we haven done it for a long time ( or is it only me?). I loved the fish fillet! We spent some time together EATING since we cant really pry into everyone's lives. I remember asking gek ching the other time how was her life in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Like that lor.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got anyone chasing you in school not?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you so KPO ar? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we realised we wouldnt head anywhere. And so we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;The guys went on to watch a goal less Man U- Arsenal Match which Man U went on to lift the EPL trophy. Took some silly pictures and photos in Xuan's room. And we talked about having cake. Well, I really don have the habit of celebrating it with so many people. The last few times with cake, probably was me and my ex girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night continued with us travelling to Ebonne's place for mahjong session. Havent played for so long! I dono how i managed to lose more when I wasnt the'fang pao' person for most of the time. Oh well, money needs to exchange hands to be valuable and meaningful =) It was close to 5am when i reached home. I then went on to sleep in on til Sunday afternoon next day. It's been so NONG since i woke up in the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, It was one pleasant, fulfiling day well spent with family and friends. I enjoyed myself and I hope we all did =D Probably one of my best birthday celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you have some meaningless paper in your wallet, pass them to me to make them meaningful and useful =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-5370660548535278490?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/5370660548535278490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=5370660548535278490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5370660548535278490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5370660548535278490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-18th-birthday.html' title='My 18th birthday!!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3494776408739334024</id><published>2009-05-15T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:08:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>It has ended. As quickly as when it first came, it has now left. With so much time to spare, it's time to grieve about the papers now. I didnt end as strong as I tot I would. The run in was good tho.&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest thing I've done so far happened today. I cancelled a 5 mark question which I had the correct answer. Just because the answer wasnt logical to me. Pffftt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA LI HAI! GEH KIANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the examination hall after every paper, knowing I could've done better. All right, gonna nap. Shall grumble more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm back. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3494776408739334024?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3494776408739334024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3494776408739334024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3494776408739334024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3494776408739334024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6984329994430510165</id><published>2009-05-14T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:46:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last one</title><content type='html'>Omg, I havent logged in for so long, I actually forgot my password and had to do retrieval!&lt;br /&gt;One last one. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANG IN THERE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6984329994430510165?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6984329994430510165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6984329994430510165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6984329994430510165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6984329994430510165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-last-one.html' title='One last one'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4350936579653250150</id><published>2009-04-07T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:36:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!!</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling happy for the moment as usual. yet stressful at the same time. So this's gonna be a short post. Exams approaching and I'm only 50% prepared. WOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really feels like a game sometimes. You say words as a form of formality. You say Hi to people whom u know u got nothing to say to. You ask questions not because you wanna ask but because you are expected to ask. You know what's going to happen next and u just play along by feigning ignorance. How boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we play another game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4350936579653250150?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4350936579653250150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4350936579653250150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4350936579653250150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4350936579653250150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy.html' title='Happy!!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4313207085661330210</id><published>2009-03-12T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:21:53.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DELETED</title><content type='html'>I have an impulse to delete this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4313207085661330210?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4313207085661330210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4313207085661330210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4313207085661330210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4313207085661330210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/03/deleted.html' title='DELETED'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-767393682210916688</id><published>2009-03-09T01:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:57:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd or Rebel?</title><content type='html'>I've long forgotten who I am. If you once studied sociology, you'd probably know that theres this me and self . The &lt;b&gt;self&lt;/b&gt; refers to an individual person from the perspective of that person. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; refers to the social role that a person play. E.g. As a child, student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want to say is about the Mr Nice Guy, happy go lucky image I'm holding now.&lt;br /&gt;As carefree and easy-going as I look now, I was once a rebel ... in my own ways. Especially when I was still in my secondary school days. I had yelled at the form teacher,  held a petition to kick the teacher out of class(shall talk about this next time), had counseling sessions with numerous teachers. I even had meetings with the principle! But compared to others in the sch, mine wasnt on the priority list for the disciplinary master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was probably seen as a rude and problematic student. An unfriendly and 'Dao' classmate to those who were not close to me. Yet at the same time, I was the highest achiever in my CCA at school, Npcc. I participated in numerous camps, helped out in uncountable voluntary sessions.&lt;br /&gt;Until Series of activities started hitting out at me, repeatedly til I got disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a man of emotions and passions who fought for what I believed in. And I mean it literally. (Cos the teacher was kinda kicked out eventually) Kayaking activities on sundays, Npcc on saturdays, lifesaving swim trainings on weekdays, open sea rescue courses and Aikido, I was so occupied yet fulfiled. Now, I rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;With all the free time to think about, it dawned on me, that I should start replanning my life again. Now thinking back, I wondered what changed me. Where did the ambitious heart go. Where was the fire in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, good kids are more popular, thats why I decided to become one? Or it's cause I know perfectly theres no definite right or wrong in this world for us to argue about? Or it's because I firmly believed in what I believed in, that other people's opinions dont even matter to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SbQKPdFLCzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VU7e108xcHY/s1600-h/3e3informal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SbQKPdFLCzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VU7e108xcHY/s320/3e3informal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310881121197296434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Can you spot me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-767393682210916688?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/767393682210916688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=767393682210916688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/767393682210916688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/767393682210916688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerd-or-rebel.html' title='Nerd or Rebel?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SbQKPdFLCzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VU7e108xcHY/s72-c/3e3informal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8930275396291274896</id><published>2009-03-04T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:46:37.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poooor Merlion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sa1sumZBu0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gAHoc5Fs3XI/s1600-h/merlion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sa1sumZBu0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gAHoc5Fs3XI/s320/merlion2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309019083574983490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, Mr poor Merlion was struck by lightning. On THE HEAD. Omen for Singapore? It's undergoing some repairs now for reconstruction on the head. Report &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_344382.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying at home these days. Study for half an hour, rest for 2 hours. Low return on investment. But I'm loving it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8930275396291274896?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8930275396291274896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8930275396291274896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8930275396291274896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8930275396291274896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/03/poooor-merlion.html' title='Poooor Merlion!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/Sa1sumZBu0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gAHoc5Fs3XI/s72-c/merlion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3529090853975515945</id><published>2009-03-03T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T02:12:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well wishes</title><content type='html'>I have this habit of not wishing people "Happy Birthday" on my friends' walls. You know how people would wish people ' Happy birthday' or after they noticed the others' birthdays are approaching via facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm phrasing this deliberately. I have this habit of not wishing them happy birthday, even when I know it's their birthdays. Not that I don have the habit of wishing. I've always thought it just seems so not sincere to just tag a "Happy birthday" on the their walls, something which we'd not realised if we had not surf Facebook. Afterall, there're so many birthdays to remember and if you don remember, they cant be that important, can they? Especially people whom I haven met for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to think about it. I realised I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tagging IS even worse. The wishes would help to shorten the distance and pull you guys closer. Works even better on 'Long Lost friends'. Afterall, not that difficult to type&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthday&lt;br /&gt;HappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthday&lt;br /&gt;HappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthday&lt;br /&gt;HappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthday&lt;br /&gt;HappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthday&lt;br /&gt;HappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthday&lt;br /&gt;HappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthdayHappyBirthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Kindly pick one if I've owed you one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3529090853975515945?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3529090853975515945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3529090853975515945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3529090853975515945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3529090853975515945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-wishes.html' title='Well wishes'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-7797498062697573863</id><published>2009-02-25T03:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:02:58.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People don't like to hear the truth</title><content type='html'>People don't like to hear the truth. Or rather, People only wan to hear what they wan to hear. Yet they question it when they hear what they had wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,  People has been asking me How am I doing for my revisions.&lt;br /&gt;People like Aaron, Galvin, and others.&lt;br /&gt;I replied to Arron this afternoon, "I'm not done yet."&lt;br /&gt;Aaron replied, "liar!" in a joking manner from his usual grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People asks questions with expected answers in mind. He had expected me to be done with my revisions. And I wished I could. When I replied, he could answer my replies immediately cos he had prepared what to say if I had said no. He had imagined how to deal with my alternative answer. But what If I had told him I'm done with my revision?&lt;br /&gt;He'd probably be so shocked he wouldnt know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, A ask B, " Hey. You like C?" *With a cheeky smile*(expecting B to deny)&lt;br /&gt;B replied, " YES"&lt;br /&gt;A would feel so surprised that B was so straightforward and had made no attempt to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the stress much more this year. Perhaps it's cos I had finished 90% of the syllabus last year this time. Perhaps I haven put in as much effort this year. Or perhaps its tough to live up to people's expectations. With people expecting me to be mugging at home everyday, revising the syllabus, which I've not been doing. Coupled with the packed Examination schedules which includes 3 papers in 4 days and finishing my exams much earlier than others give me the stress. That I should be more prepared and at a earlier time since My papers start and end earlier than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda tires me when I had to tell people 'NO' to their questions of studying. Some doubted when I told them I spent the day doing nothing. Then why asked in the first place? But I've gotta admit there're people who're humble about their studying progress. AKA liars. I don understand why're they doing it. Now everyone is doubting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a theory about people who ask people around them, which includes me of course. People like to hang around with people who are in the same category as them. It makes them feel secure. Even if they're moving twice as slow. They feel much happier and safer moving as a pack, selectively ignoring people who are three times their speed.&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together"&lt;br /&gt;So the next time people ask me how am I doing, I shall say I've completed and well ahead in my revisions regardless I've done so or not. It helps me to live up to their expectation. By saying this, it helps me to work hard to live up to what I've told others and propels others to work faster to keep pace with me. As such we all progress faster and further compared to if I had reply negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, "how did you do for this module?"&lt;br /&gt;B, " HAHA I failed/barely scrap pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, "How's your revision?"&lt;br /&gt;B, "Haven EVEN START AH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unique and ironic thing about Singaporean is we all compete to be last sometimes.(may be a disguise sometimes) And we'd feel so proud about it when we tell people.&lt;br /&gt;Its a culture we need to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-7797498062697573863?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/7797498062697573863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=7797498062697573863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7797498062697573863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7797498062697573863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-dont-like-to-hear-truth.html' title='People don&apos;t like to hear the truth'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3105750837033333611</id><published>2009-02-18T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:49:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are how old you feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The curious case of benjamin button review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! BEfore I start, I must say that it has been long since I last catch such a nice show! And when Zhenbang says it's nice, it MUST BE really nice! Totally impressed by the movie. So Let us begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all know the plot of the story so I'll not go into that and spoil the movie for those who haven catch the show yet. It's abit of 'Ps i love you, and 'Notebook' and did I say 'Notebook'? For those who have caught the show, the 'Notebook' part i was refering to was basically the sailing part that reminds me of the rowing boat in 'Notebook'. 'Noah' played by Ryan gosling in the 'Notebook' was pretty much well-to-do and doesnt have much work as well. They pretty much roamed the streets, out to the sea as and when they like. But the plot did not stray to write a love story and remain on course to play the 'growing old' part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're catching the show, do take note of this part when 'Daisy' got caught up with the accident. The interlinks and series of events weld together that built up to the accident. It was phenonemal. It was mentioned that it is similar to events in life, which made us who we are today. So enlightening! (for those who know what I'm talking about). There's this funny incident when the prist pushed queenie and a unbelivable scene when a tugboat took out a submarine by crashing into it. LOL hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the movie to work, a few people played key roles in Benjamin's life. For example, his mom, Queenie,  Captain Mike, his rich father, Thomas button, and his beautiful/gorgeous girlfriend. Brad pitt was particularly charming in the show, reminding me of his younger days shows, 'Meet Joe Black ' and 'Troy'. Cate Blanchett was mesmerizing/graceful as well, especially when she dances. Also, lets not forget to give credits to those who acted as Benjamins in his younger days. It was super harsh on them la, to walk with limp and clutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Benjamin was reduced to a baby. I wondered how that happened. How did his bone shrink and where did his fats and excess skin go.He'd have scratch marks!  But i supposed it is possible since he had a different condition. His bone marrow could have flown into his bloodstream, and his fats used up by the body. Throughout the show, Benjamin witnessed numerous deaths and travelled around the world. It is kinda enlightening to see death as nothing to fear and we should live life to the fullest while we still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5 Stars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3105750837033333611?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3105750837033333611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3105750837033333611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3105750837033333611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3105750837033333611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/02/curious-case-of-benjamin-button-review.html' title='You are how old you feel'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2963023018540748335</id><published>2009-02-16T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:45:14.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An educational post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was chatting with bff, asking her about her picnic when I was astounded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No we dont sweat. Animal sweat, Human perspire. we perspired"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never heard of this before. What's so astounding was the way she put it across. Even after I tried correcting her. 100% confidence. 101% after the backing of Mother of all grammar, Huiwen. I've heard of people trying to improve the use of language by saying we don describe people as fat. Fat is used on pig. we use obese on 'fat' people. However, this was on no basis. It was to promote the use of 'obese' over 'fat'. This is what I found.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Horses sweat, men perspire, women glow" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The goal of "Horses sweat, men perspire, women glow" was, of course, to encourage the use of "glow" as a more refined word than "sweat" or even, in that more delicate age, "perspire."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspire" is, however, usually considered a more refined word than "sweat," which is certainly worth knowing. That distinction is, of course, entirely arbitrary from a linguistic standpoint, but English has a long history of granting Latinate (or Anglo-French) forms higher social status than Anglo-Saxon words. Many of the words we use for livestock ("cow," "pig," "sheep," etc.), for example, are short, blunt Anglo-Saxonisms of the sort used by medieval peasants, while the names of the finished products ("veal," "beef," "mutton," "pork," etc.) are rooted in the Anglo-French of the gentry who could actually afford the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I must say, this has more ground than "my primary teacher taught me this also" However, you people/girls can challenge it also. If you can find a source to back u up. It's open. Nowadays, I'm easily annoyed at poor grammar inproper usage of words. Maybe due to influence of Huiwen. But what's more frustrating is the learning of 'proper english' is hampered by the inappropriate usage at times. We're misled into thinking some uses are right just cos it was used in that way on someone's blog/the internet. To Improve ourselves, we need moral courage to correct our friends when they're not using the right words at times instead of letting it passed. In a subtle way of course. Mocking and sneering have no help in learning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saying this, Of course I understand this blog is not in perfect grammar all the time. So please dont correct me via the tagboard, if not it'd be frigging full of long sentences copied from my text. Unless I'm displaying  a complete misunderstanding of concept or the word, please pardon me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If not, Always feel free to correct me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2963023018540748335?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2963023018540748335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2963023018540748335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2963023018540748335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2963023018540748335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/02/educational-post.html' title='An educational post.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-9222438184192404062</id><published>2009-02-15T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:18:50.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>I woke up late today for MSM. Jumped out of bed at 930am when I should've reached school by 830am. My dad saw me scurrying around the house to get my stuff ready. He must've noticed that I was late. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to sit with Ziling in the class instead of sitting alone, dozing off despite reaching late. Girls werent THAT well-dressed from the usual saturdays. Guys were the better ones I supposed since they've to get ready the gifts, flowers, and make all the arrangements such as venue ready while the girls take their own sweet time at home doing their make up while waiting for their boys to pick them up. I met Azan who wore Long pants and drove nice car today. (PS: He's an impt character in the later part of the story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried on my usual saturday routine. Reached home to watch 'Batman' on Okto. Trying to be inspired by Gotham's hero before going on to spongebob and then sat afternoon movie, "crimson tide" and then goin to bed, waking up at 8pm. OK SUPER BORING I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKiP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SkiP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1215am. I reached for my sony ericsson c902 trying to contact Cheehui, AKA BFF to ask her about some POA shit which I had copied, without knowing what it meant. Just as I was to look for her contact number to dial, I noticed numerous missed call and msgs piled up! I was surprised. It was a few persons' missed calls. Azan boasting a good record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That guy's vehicle must have broken down. I better call him back." I tot to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ringtone* (Cecilia calling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You ok not? Azan looking for you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, Why? So many people looking for me all of a sudden. *secretly happy at being popular all of a sudden in the middle of the night* *insert WIDE GRIN* OKOK I'll call him back now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ring Ring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you ok not?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HUH? U called me to ask if I'm ok? I tot u needed help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began this afternoon when me and Azan headed home together. He in his car and me on bike. We somehow lost each other on the way when we were supposed to take the same route and he tried to contact me to no avail. It was only until now he tot of the worst. ( That something might have happened to me) After 12 hours. sounds absurd I know But still, shows he cares right? LOL That's when he frantically called me and created a stir when he called everyone else to ask about me. Cecilia, Mel, Minghui, Galvin, Arron.. WOO HOO~~Of course they tried to contact me ! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice and sweet, arnt they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly pleasantly surprised and overwhelmed with love. Albeit having no date on Valentine's. And staying at home alone in the middle of the night. I felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;It then dawned on me. I really like them as well. =) Thanks Azan, Minghui, Mel and Cecilia. =D Happy Valentine's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-9222438184192404062?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/9222438184192404062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=9222438184192404062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/9222438184192404062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/9222438184192404062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4030722339638257818</id><published>2009-02-12T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:55:15.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in fortune telling?</title><content type='html'>The previous outings at Cin's place and Minghui's place were AWESome! Cin's place where we gambled and chatted.It was nice socialising with friendly strangers. I like that. Minghui's place where we played ping pong and mahjong! haha Alan, wilson, Sox,Manda and darran went also. shall skipped the losing money part. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's valentine's day this saturday. Have you got your date? I'll be having msm class in the morning where all the pretty ladies will be dressed up to meet their date later that day. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's this fortune teller at the atrium due to the event 'lovebite'. It appears that he is a very accurate fortune teller from Japan, according to the tons of newspaper clippings around his booth. You pay $15 and get to ask 2 questions. Be it love, career, studies, health, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you ask about love, and he tells you that u're destined to be alone forever? OMG&lt;br /&gt;What if you ask about health and he tells you the exact day that u'll die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot people would rather not know which day they'll die. But I rather know. It'd be exciting that day I reckon. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4030722339638257818?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4030722339638257818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4030722339638257818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4030722339638257818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4030722339638257818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-believe-in-fortune-telling.html' title='Do you believe in fortune telling?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6012976982063310976</id><published>2009-02-07T00:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:45:38.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things</title><content type='html'>From Cheehui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you’ve been tagged you have to write a note with 16 random things, shortcomings, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 16 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Note: have changed it to 25 haha. or 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've had many injuries since young, including a minor head trauma when I hit the back of my head (which I suspect contributed to my faint childhood memories), a broken left arm, a cut near my right eye which required 12 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I've had a dog, turtles, terrapins and hamsters as pets. My dad brought home a bird and 2 rabbits which we turned away. We currently have 2 cats and fishes as pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I've this weird habit of parking my car straight when I return home late. I'd get off the car, look at it from afar, then get back in the car to park it properly and repeat these steps until i get the car in the right place of the lot. Right place doesnt mean centre of the lot. There may be a van in front of the lot so I have to park my car slightly back, giving it allowance for maneuver. Same concept if there's a Lorry behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I was in chinese dance with Fan wenqing( Fann Wong's sister) back in primary school which I quit. I joined the chinese orchestra later in which I played the Er Hu and was a school team player for badminton, table tennis and mini tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I actually wanted to be an animal trainer cos I love the dolphins and the sea creatures but I doubt I have the patience. See #25. But if given the chance, I'd try. I've held many different kind of jobs. Sales, food and beverages, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I was first in class in primary two and when I was in secondary four. Surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I never passed my Arts. And I used to read alot. ( A late hobby picked up in the army) I miss and love reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I was top in Home Economics (the one which u cook and sew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I was a Lifesaver (commonly known as lifeguard) until my certifications expired. I have kayaking 1star,2star and open sea rescues certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Sad to say, but happy to tell, I am a blue belt holder in Aikido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Unfortunately for me, fortunately for everyone else, I don fancy any particular girl now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fancy someone. It'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.First drove a car when I was 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Started ironing my clothes myself when I was 13. Cooked the family meal for a couple of months when I was in primary school under the instructions of my mother through telephone for the first few times before I started cooking on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.I believe there's no real true or false, good or bad, normal or strange. Depending on the way you see things. Our perceptions determine if something is good or bad, which may be different from other's perspective. There are so many ways to see one thing! And because of this, my fren says I'm a politician. For giving politically right answers sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I SERIOUSLY don judge how my frens look. It's more of whether u're used to the person's look. They're faceless creatures to me as how they look don really concern me. I see their hearts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.I'm observant to things that don attract u. I think alot and I believe in quarreling constructively. So called constructive conflict in which through arguing, you splurt out theories and reasonings which you dono when you learnt from. But unfortunately, it is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I wish I have more time to spend with ALL my friends so i can know them better. My primary school friends especially, tho I have lost most contact despite them stayin jus a few blocks away. Its a shame. It'd be great to get together, talk about our intersting life stories/love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I used to be afraid of girls when I was in secondary school til JC. I seriously believed in boy gal skinny skinny not clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I couldnt differentiate Malays from Indians until secondary 1 cos I've never interacted with them. All the kids in my primary school were ChINESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.I started learning both riding and driving together, taking lessons concurrently which I eventually passed on first attempts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have a 'not so good' sense of direction. I would not say it's poor. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.I'm a good judge of people. But I'm trying my best not to judge anyone or assume anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm very easily contented and I have a soft spot for girls who can sa jiao. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.I'm impatient at times over little things and I hate boring routinised work which are repetitive and uncreative. It stupifys people and stifles creativity. ( I kinda don like the structured society/system/world build or set for us by previous humans or other people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I have a super duper short attention span. I get bored easily. For example, I get bored after throwing the frisbee a couple of times. I can do short sprint and long runs. But after running for awhile, I would go on to do something else despite still being able to run. I fall asleep in ALL my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. An additional point. I thought of reliving my life.&lt;br /&gt;I know precisely what I want and how I would live my life if I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'd like to tag Cecilia, Iris, Alan, Sox and anyone else who is reading this. Just paste your link on the tagboard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6012976982063310976?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6012976982063310976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6012976982063310976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6012976982063310976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6012976982063310976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 random things'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4414114894801031874</id><published>2009-02-07T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:14:24.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Frisbee!!</title><content type='html'>It was such an ideal day to play frisbee. A windy and cloudy day. The 'media' team comprised of Nevile, Huiqing, Swee Shing, Iris, Alan, Derek, Adeline and me. We went out on the first round after 3 straight losses but nevertheless, they were good games in which we lost by margins. It was also a break from studies tho I already had my break yesterday when I went back to camp and skipping my lessons. The games were worth skipping my poa lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, I come to realise that I seriously love and need to play sports. I need to run and sweat other than swim and pant (something which I forgot I once loved). I need friends who play sports beside friends who just ogle at girls. ( I'm not pointing fingers but he's a malay and his name start with A. Good hint?) Sports make us look radiant and energetic. Cultivates people who are serious and passionate about their games. People without sports or their passoins, have nothing to look forward to. We're practically waiting to die. We need to insert excitement into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Sports are actually scheming games in which humans plot against each other. Call it 'intelligence in sports' if you want. But you're actually trying to 'kill' each other. For example in the game of badminton, you're either trying to 'trick' your opponent by faking him. Or 'Kill' him by smashing. But given human's competitive nature, it's good to have 'friendly games' to satisfy our desire for triumph (not the brand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of joining the frisbee team&lt;br /&gt;So maybe next year me and cheehui may join the team, right cheehui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4414114894801031874?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4414114894801031874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4414114894801031874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4414114894801031874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4414114894801031874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimate-frisbee.html' title='Ultimate Frisbee!!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8919532897321029719</id><published>2009-01-30T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:36:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>We used to have this noticeboard in the class when I was still in primary school. It'd be filled with New baby pictures every week. And we were supposed to guess who is who, have a good laugh blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about this?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I realised I lost 2 of my cutest baby pictures. Argh! should never participate in that nonsense. Wasted my pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I looking for baby pictures?&lt;br /&gt;Cos Pearly tagged me on FB as this boy. They said he looks like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where got?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, drove around in Malaysia on New year day 1.&lt;br /&gt;For those who'd be asking, 'No, I'm not Malaysian'&lt;br /&gt;My father was...&lt;br /&gt;So We actually got a house there where our relatives would gather during New year blah blah. I figured I could actually drive in there with some of my frens sometime for holidays. The house is actually empty during other times of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for Chinese New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cleaning? groceries shopping? ban new huo? pasting red paper banners? Buy new clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of us, we had steamboat during chinese new year as a sign of reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So steamboat signifies Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;For wanping, She reckons bak gwa = Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;For others, It may be collecting Ang Baos, buying new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;For Huiwen, I reckon its visiting her nephew (when he is still small).&lt;br /&gt;For some secondary school friends, I tot it'd be mahjong and playing Blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I tot it'd be abalone. When else would you be having abalone?! Where else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your school &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CANTEEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Or would you have abalone for breakfast?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anyway super sians I jus lost this huge chunk of information on National budget due to intermittent disconnection. Supposedly simplified to help people who are taking qualitative papers in their studies. Not gonna redo it liao. You can use it as External factor, political factor, marketing macro environment, country's policies and how spore attempts to attract foreign investors by investing in infrastructure and unfreezing credits and tax reductions blah blah.) &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/sgbudget09/"&gt;Details here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I talked about this riddle page. Pretty interesting. &lt;a href="http://www.mcgov.co.uk/riddles/"&gt;Here it is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Can be frustrating at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huat ar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8919532897321029719?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8919532897321029719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8919532897321029719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8919532897321029719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8919532897321029719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-7590321740472006044</id><published>2009-01-25T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:34:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Chinese New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>Alrights, been lagging in my blogging. Events during the past week, Ferlicia's birthday, Waterpolo games, MGM, Budget of financial year 09 revealed. being sick, 'slaughtered' for the price of haircut on the eve, model story plus going to malaysia on New Year day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall do a quick grumble about the haircut.&lt;br /&gt;After the haircut, the woman said, " $12+$10 is $22. We raised $10" wtf. thats like almost 100% increase in price right? Even bak gwa sellers arnt raising their prices for the New year( the only time in the year when they can reaped their profits), who're you to raise your price! dont they know of the economic recession?! Somemore the woman who cut my hair wore singlets despite not shaving her armpit hair. Imagine her raising her arms throughout when cutting my hair. *puke*&lt;br /&gt;Market spoiler saloon is called 'V***s' located near bendemeer/st wilfred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else was great, Fer's bday where mascot winnie came, waterpolo games, where we won the remaining games, mgm gathering and dinner was pleasant, especially with Alan considering how long we haven gone for mgm. Next, I'd like to go to this news about the model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20090125/twl-lt-brazil-model-dies-1be00ca.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Brazilian model who lost hands and feet dies"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very sad news about a supermodel, as young as 20 dead due to an infection which seems to be drug resistent. And while trying to save her, the doctors amputated her handS and feet in an attempt to stop the infection. The pain of her limbs amputated and what she had to undergo at her age was jus unimaginable. The infection took her out swiftly, showing how vulnerable and fragile we all are. She struggled for about a month before she left the world.. For a better place I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-7590321740472006044?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/7590321740472006044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=7590321740472006044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7590321740472006044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7590321740472006044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='Lunar Chinese New Year Eve'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1574854460934752965</id><published>2009-01-19T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:52:10.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee Toh School</title><content type='html'>MEE TOH SCHOOL!! Not Mee Poh or Mee gia ok!&lt;br /&gt;It was a primary school in my neighbourhood which I attended when I was young. It had since moved to punggol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I spotted news that students of Mee Toh went to Japan for cultural exchange! They got to attend classes with the Japanese kids, immerse themselves in the culture and history of Japan. They also learnt how to use simple digital video techonology. How fortunate!&lt;br /&gt;I remembered going to kukup and some wet market early in the morning 4am in my primary school field trip. It was really a big thing to go overseas for a primary school field trip. But compared to them, the trip to kukup was relatively merely a 'walk in the neighbourhood' LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in those days, Mee Toh was really a 'small' school. And I really mean it literally. What you see is what you get. The courtyard is used as the assembly ground, PE ground, catching area. And basically that's it. A courtyard, a hall and a canteen. I cant emphasize enough how puny was the school until you see it for yourself. I must attached some pictures next time. The school compound is still there tho it is used for other organisation now. Mee Toh was a non government school back in those days. And as one of few primary school which didnt accept government fundings, you can imagine how tough it was. It has since accepted governement's help due to its lack of intake and eventually moved to punngol where it educates/contains thousands of students now. Compared to my times where each level only had 3 classes of 30people. 6A,6B,6C. LOL Keep going Mee Toh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only manda would understand. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1574854460934752965?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1574854460934752965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1574854460934752965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1574854460934752965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1574854460934752965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/mee-toh-school.html' title='Mee Toh School'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-9009912962147911479</id><published>2009-01-15T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:14:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN Your dreams!</title><content type='html'>I realised that I think super alot when I'm in bed. Just before I fall asleep. And the only time I'm not on my back when at home is when I'm bathing or eating. Maybe I think better when I'm on my back. Can I have my exams while lying on my back?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few questions to ponder over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do most often. You USE! With or without realising. When I ride, I use my bike to get me to my destination. When I rest on my sofa, I'm using it to get a rest. When you come online, you're using the internet. When you go out with your frens, you're using them as companions. When you're sleeping, you're using sleep to recuperate your body. When you go class, u're using it as a stepping stone to gain knowledge to have a better stand in society in future. Even when you're standing and doing nothing, you're using gravity to help u stay on the ground! So when do you not USE anything?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, What do you face everyday? CHOICES! you choose what time to sleep, what time to wake up, what to wear, what to eat, what to do. Even when you're not choosing, you've already chosen not to choose! You choose what to do with your life, you choose your frens. You choose to brush your teeth, which side of your bed to wake up on blah blah blah. So when are u exempted from making decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I cant get to sleep at night! Thinking of nonsense! And in my dreams, it's always super exciting. Some kungfu stunts, some mystery cases to solve. Super busy in my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, SIM waterpolo beat SMU 13-9, drew with Ntu 10-10. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-9009912962147911479?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/9009912962147911479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=9009912962147911479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/9009912962147911479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/9009912962147911479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-your-dreams.html' title='IN Your dreams!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6542262071026508690</id><published>2009-01-11T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:00:57.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer!</title><content type='html'>After the dinner, we went to chill at Ben and Jerry's. By the time Mr nice guy cheeboon ferried everyone to the bus stops and sent me home, it was already 2plus am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a volunteer race event for Yishun safra which required me to be at yishun at 340am or 440 at dairy farm. So I practically went home, change and got ready to move out. Due to some last min changes, I decided to head to dairy farm at 440, instead of Yishun at 340. Took a short nap at 4am. When I woke up, it was already 440am! and I was still at home! (Ok, I have to talk abt this random thing. My fren Dora, happened to be in the race and she was first for her category in this tough race! Impressive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly rushed out of the house to be on my way. In less than 2mins of riding, I encountered a road block. Right at my doorstep, the same place where I was checked last time ( I should've known better). The traffic police asked for my license, where I'm going, if I had drank and why is my visor tinted. I could barely open my eyes, furthermore, to answer him. He REPRIMANDED me for my tinted visor and informed me of the $50 fine for the tinted visor before directing me to the main area for checks. (He was super rude to me, thinking back. *Angry*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the other guy didnt noticed my tinted visor and let me off! I sped to dairy farm and parked my bike. Just when I finally found the place and parked my bike. And the nightmare seems to be over,everything to be fine. My bike drop to the side and broke the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I supposed the traffic roadblock was a wakeup call for me. It really woke me up. My heart pumped twice as much to deliver blood to my oxygen deficient brain. Tho I still speed in the end, I sped safely, WITH MY EYES OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps:The last 3 posts have been posted as consecutive events. if you've noticed. =) My brain wasnt lacking oxygen if not I'd be in stroke. And it'd be damaged. It's NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6542262071026508690?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6542262071026508690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6542262071026508690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6542262071026508690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6542262071026508690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/volunteer.html' title='Volunteer!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-5899457380995100316</id><published>2009-01-11T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:51:16.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Appreciation Dinner</title><content type='html'>It was really a night to remember. Not only did I meet up with our dear frens, keil and alan. I got to know more about other medis. Though the SRC sweater was attracting unnecessary attention, I still manage to take some pictures with the other ladies, like ferlicia,Iris,  and the other year 1s! (probably cos the attire reminds them of harry potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were impressed by the food on the table. Huge Pepper crabs, shark's fin soup, tender crispy chicken, prawns and black glutinous rice with ice cream as dessert. The year 2 guys were really impressed with the food. The food coupled with the nice environment on the dempsey hill was really value for money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos played, gifts, prize/plaque/certs presentation, photos/videos taken, and kevin crying were indescrible. Not to mention all the good food, nice environment and great company for dinner. It was a night to remember. All the best to kevin, the pang kang bear in his future endeavours. Best wishes to Chee boon as head of media department(he's really a nice guy).&lt;br /&gt;Hope he can bring the department to a greater height!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-5899457380995100316?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/5899457380995100316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=5899457380995100316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5899457380995100316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/5899457380995100316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/media-appreciation-dinner.html' title='Media Appreciation Dinner'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6911401274143128935</id><published>2009-01-11T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:30:02.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cfa 20, Edis dinner</title><content type='html'>Met up with Minghui, Sox on saturday afternoon to go Aranda together for Cfa 20! Darran and Manda came along shortly after we arrived. It was a short while before we departed for our dinners, but we really enjoyed ourselves! Made some new frens, Avanna, Jialing, Carolyn, Jason, learnt some new games, and did abit of 'role playing" for the class! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I was entruested with the task of bringing the projector from pasir ris (courtesy of Ben wei) to Long Beach @ dempsey by Ferlicia where the editorial dinner would be held. So Manda, Minghui, Darran and me rushed down in a cab. There was this interesting conversation btw the driver and his fren when I was alone with him. He was speaking in dialect via the speaker, so I could hear everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eh, you got hook any big fish not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What would you consider big and what to be small?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big fish would be more than $20 la small fish under lor." (I started to check out the meter which was already at $27+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wu la wu la. Fished at downtown one, going to botanic garden there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho say la.. ok, I see you later at our usual place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Right after the call, he started talking to me in english. Earlier on, while manda, minghui and darran were still in the cab, we had all conversed in english.&lt;br /&gt;The driver must had assumed I wouldn't understand the dialect that they were using! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6911401274143128935?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6911401274143128935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6911401274143128935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6911401274143128935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6911401274143128935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/cfa-20-edi-dinner.html' title='Cfa 20, Edis dinner'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-612650957962514867</id><published>2009-01-10T04:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:48:08.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz</title><content type='html'>Hello Miss Thean, I not very free hor. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm still up at 4.46am. Reached home 4am after work. Gonna sleep now! I may do the nonsense tag thing later! MAYBE. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-612650957962514867?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/612650957962514867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=612650957962514867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/612650957962514867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/612650957962514867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzz.html' title='Zzz'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2926567044006617223</id><published>2009-01-08T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:46:52.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huiwen's favourite article</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hubby's genitals set ablaze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY - AN AUSTRALIAN woman who allegedly set fire to her husband's genitals because she believed he was having an affair appeared in court on a murder charge on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;After the fire spread through the family home, Rajini Narayan, 44, told neighbours she had only wanted to burn her husband's penis &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'so it belongs to me and no one else,'&lt;/span&gt; prosecutors said.&lt;br /&gt;'It's just his penis I wanted to burn, I didn't mean this to happen,' she was quoted as saying, the Adelaide Advertiser reported.&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors said Narayan's engineer husband Satish was asleep in their double-storey Adelaide home when his wife doused his genitals with methylated spirit and set them on fire on December 8 last year.&lt;br /&gt;The blaze spread when he jumped out of bed and knocked over the bottle of spirits, causing around US$700,000 (S$1 million) damage to the house and a neighbouring property, the court heard.&lt;br /&gt;Narayan, 47, died in hospital last week.&lt;br /&gt;His widow was remanded in custody until Friday, pending the results of a psychological assessment. -- AFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Huiwen's favourite phrase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2926567044006617223?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2926567044006617223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2926567044006617223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2926567044006617223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2926567044006617223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/huiwens-favourite-article.html' title='Huiwen&apos;s favourite article'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-7736958553914519417</id><published>2009-01-08T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:16:31.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mum of caned boy charged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Elena Chong COURTS CORRESPONDENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN has been charged with allowing her 10-year-old son to be caned about 100 times by her husband, who is the child's stepfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 39-year-old hairstylist is said to have handed over two rattan canes to her husband, a 39-year-old owner of a hair salon who has since been jailed nine months for the offence, to administer about 100 strokes on the boy, causing him to suffer unnecessary physical injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alleged offence took place on Sept 15, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;If convicted, she faces a fine of up to $4,000 and/or a jail term of up to four years.&lt;br /&gt;(soure from &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_322204.html?vgnmr=1"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_322204.html?vgnmr=1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I think She watched too much "Little Nyonya".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-7736958553914519417?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/7736958553914519417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2850250900055981344</id><published>2009-01-06T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:53:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE MUGGERS</title><content type='html'>Rate of children wearing specs here is ten times higher compared to Australia!&lt;br /&gt;Australian scientists discovered that staying out in the sun for 2-3 hours will decrease probability of short sightedness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this thinking that eating too much bread can cause short sightedness.&lt;br /&gt;Myth or Plausible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little nyonya ended last night with viewership of 1.67million. Which mean 1 out of 2.5 people watched the last episode. Hope you didn't miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2850250900055981344?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2850250900055981344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2850250900055981344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2850250900055981344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2850250900055981344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-muggers.html' title='WE ARE MUGGERS'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-7525556324197003489</id><published>2009-01-05T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:50:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other people blog</title><content type='html'>Wah. I jus saw pics of freshie xueli's presents received on her birthday. Guess what she received? Tennis racket, instant camera, digital camera, a watch among other expensive looking stuff.*Impressed*&lt;br /&gt;I'd never receive such stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to my other fren, Cindy. I once told her about my blog cos the name was actually inspired by hers but I doubt she'd read this. Anyway, I shall talk about this seconday classmate of mine. Back in our secondary school days(like one and a half years ago), we werent even half as close as now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy has actually stepped into the harsh working society earlier as she was graduated from poly, and now Uni. So, as different products of the country's education system I'd consult her opinions about stuff at times and use them as reference. And I must say she actually inspired/impressed me quite a number of times! She'd ask me to join her other friends for cycling and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So nice right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, I saw this few videos of hers on facebook. She was in this party which was hosted by facilitators who'd organise games for them. They'd play games and do forfeits. 'Punishments' include doing striptease, from what i see from the video. There was this exciting video where her gf went downstairs from the second floor bar to pick up her bra which she had thrown out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, she had to yell, " Ok I got my bra back already" upon picking it. She was actually braless when she was running down the stairs ok! They were screaming 'a taxi actually ran over her bra' but I think the taxi missed it. LOL I must comment she was really game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall drop by the party hosting place sometime. When my other female frens turn 21. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-7525556324197003489?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/7525556324197003489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=7525556324197003489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7525556324197003489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/7525556324197003489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/other-people-blog.html' title='The Other people blog'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-220043462341348344</id><published>2009-01-05T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:15:23.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SWD9MsJeteI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T1CP4VnmrSs/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287504356984141282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SWD9MsJeteI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T1CP4VnmrSs/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SWD9MbEVE-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TiCqOLB_ys8/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287504352399135714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SWD9MbEVE-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TiCqOLB_ys8/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, I forgot to talk about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a weird man outside Starbucks, lying on the floor. Suspicious of peeping at gals. So the manager tried talking to him but he wasn responsive at all when all he could do was staring into spaces. We then called the securities. Here's the interesting pic! Another upsetting thing was I had to pay for something I ate cos I forgot I could only take one free piece of pastry! DAmnit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-220043462341348344?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/220043462341348344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=220043462341348344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/220043462341348344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/220043462341348344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird-man.html' title='Weird man'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SWD9MsJeteI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T1CP4VnmrSs/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6802737497690293384</id><published>2009-01-04T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:44:00.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearly's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Went over to Timbre Arthouse last night for pearly's birthday celebration. It was quite an impromptu invite from pearly on friday but I agreed readily anyway. It was quite nice there. To chill with the Edis, Pearly, and to see her sister and cool friends. Minghui and Cheeboon came especially LATE. One of the few worth mentioning events would be 'the proposal' we witness while we were there. There was this guy name eric, who went up to sing, before proposing to her gf. She agreed to his proposal after regaining her composure from the plesant surprise. =) (pearly even went over to congrats them omg we all tot she was drunk! lol) Secondthing would be pearly going up to the stage and Tin to sing her happy birthday. I dono why was it her anyway. Maybe she was standing too near the stage? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had work today at starbucks and it was a pretty slllooooooowwww day! There was so few customers and time was passing by so slowly! It felt like the day was set in slow motion! Then came my New store manager. I had wanted to blog abt this cos I knew this was coming. The new manager sound quite fierce and 'gung ho' when it comes to work compared to the previous philippino. In his text msg, he mentioned something abt corrective actions for partners who don do this blah blah blah. The previous philippino guy was quite easy going and it kinda go against the 'Lucky Plaza Singapura' tradition now that one of the philippinos is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new manager brought along his previous asistant, coupled with 7 new partners. So I reckon there will be a revamp of the environment, culture and manpower at PsStore.&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering recently when to stop my work at Starbucks and concentrate on my studies. Now that the manager questioned about my lack of working hours per week. I guessed its time for me to end my affinity with Starbucks. He didnt really make a big hoo ha about it. But I told him about the need to have a break to prepare for my upcoming mock and actual exams.&lt;br /&gt;And to add on, the work was getting kinda boring. I seriously cannot doin the same repetitive work. I need new challenges. I seriously think I should be ending my work on this friday.&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who haven collected your drinks, do come on down soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6802737497690293384?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6802737497690293384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6802737497690293384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6802737497690293384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6802737497690293384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/pearly_04.html' title='Pearly&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-48295519516056265</id><published>2009-01-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:51:16.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-48295519516056265?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/48295519516056265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=48295519516056265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/48295519516056265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/48295519516056265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/pearly.html' title='Pearly'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4874595349361121101</id><published>2009-01-02T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:50:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KuKup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SV5BJLi3mHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3Hu1z1UgJew/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734638553208946" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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 So we all met up on the last day of the year to board the magic school bus to Kukup. The Bus was late and by the time we reached there to start our lunch, the other 3tables had finished theirs. Anyway, on the way there we were impressed by the new checkpoint at Johor. It's the same as woodlands checkpoint except its like twice as big and lots of detour so you can do merry go round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we arrived at our chalet, People started playing mahjong(I won money!), singing Ktv, Playing cards. And I really mean it! Zero time wastage. Ok, I shall mention the backgroud of the trip in case some of you get confused. Basically, There were 2 groups of people with 2 chalets. Odac group and couple group. Odac group is our group which consists of Us. While couple group consists of 9 couples plus Junren and Jiaguang who came over at 3am cos everyone in their chalet went to sleep already LOL Our group is like the trash of the society kind. We sing, We gamble, We eat. The other group are slightly cultivated kind. Play 'taboo', chit chat, chill.LOL&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we had the kelong trip. Please look at pictures illustrations. LOL Then we had our dinner. Dinner was 'eat all you can', BBQ food BBQed on the spot by the host and helpers. It was great. Highlight of the trip Ought to be The fireworks. Where we spent more than 1000RM in total. Serious! Please click those fireworks videos!&lt;br /&gt;Late into the night, the rest started drinking. Very soon after, Everyone's faces turned red and cute!! There were Black label, Jim bean, barcardi. woo hoo~~ Junren was the most funniest la !!&lt;br /&gt;He was Super High ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the games and drinking session, they played truth or truth in which everyone must be truthful. What an appropriate time. I wasnt in the room/game cos I don really like the game. Sometimes, ridiculous questions were asked. But that night, it was ok. I'd have answered those questions if anyone had approach me with them. Even if we werent playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to say but something jus aint appropriate to say it here! haha&lt;br /&gt;But the trip was Awesome! Thanks minglong for asking me along! 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-1669277454283304816</id><published>2009-01-01T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:16:24.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My New Year Resolutions(For now)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Sleep less and Study more&lt;br /&gt;#2 Save up 5k&lt;br /&gt;#3 Keep fit by exercising regularly and take up sports&lt;br /&gt;#4 Appreciate and be patient with my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;#5 Say YES more often&lt;br /&gt;#6 Wake up by 9am on normal days&lt;br /&gt;#7 Acquire more skills and read more&lt;br /&gt;#8 Pick up cooking&lt;br /&gt;#9 Speak up more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Cecilia sent me this &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090101/tls-newyear-britain-health-aeafa1b.html"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: Back from kukup. With lots to blog abt! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-1669277454283304816?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/1669277454283304816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=1669277454283304816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1669277454283304816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/1669277454283304816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6575702245434715307</id><published>2008-12-30T22:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:52:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END OF YEAR POST</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm feeling guilty that I've not been blogging seriously the past few weeks despite me jus lazing, bumming around. Partly due to my lappy which has been going in and out of hospital. And I really mean IN and OUT. Some of you should know. Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;   This will be the last entry of the year as I'll be leaving for kukup tmr morning and back the day after tmr. I'll be going with ODAC gang, We'll be touring around the kelong, and play fireworks tho I kinda doubt it. Just a little doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the program directly cut and pasted from my mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendezvous program: We eat We sing We play mahjong! (first day)&lt;br /&gt;-kelong tour (2nd day morning)&lt;br /&gt;-visit mangrove @ extra cost of 5rm(2nd day morning)&lt;br /&gt;Rendezvous highlight: Fireworks &lt;br /&gt;Rendezvous candlelight meals: 2 X Seafood Lunch, One Tea Break, One BBQ Dinner(eat all u can), One Breakfast, &lt;br /&gt;Expected time to reach Singapore : evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these for $85. My dad is saying he can get the same deal for fifty plus. &lt;br /&gt;What's yr take? worth the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been SLACKING SERIOUSLY for the past 2weeks. Waking up at 12pm EVERYDAY to catch transformers animated on channel okto then going back to sleep at 3plus, wake up 6,dinner, then a short nap before nyonya. I'm such a letdown. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, NEW YEAR comes with New New YEAR RESOLUTIONS. I haven planned any yet. I don have this habit. Dont EVEN have time to study, wan to plan New Year resolutions! But in any case, some of you can share some ideas with me.&lt;br /&gt;I shall start first, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Sleep less and Study more(thanks Cecilia for her contribution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Save up 5k (I need to insert an amount ya see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Keep fit by exercising regularly and take up sports(diving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Appreciate my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Say YES more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Wake up by 9am on normal days(I seriously doubt this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Acquire more skills and read more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Pick up cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Speak up more(less stoic) and be more patient with people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore great ideas? &lt;br /&gt;Or any bad habits yall wan me to kick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back and concluding the year, It has been a pretty good year.(June onwards) &lt;br /&gt;An eventful year which I've made lots of meaningful+wonderful frens, foster bonds with people I never thought I'd. Found a group of nice people(CFA17=)) , took part in numerous activities and sports(odac Xtreme, Berkelah,waterpolo), got to know odac people better and grew closer to my frens compared to last year.That includes BFF, Cecilia,WP, Minglong,weixiong and some of the Barneys. Manage to maintain and recover some lost secondary school frens.(Eh Xian, we need to improve leh). Conquered 3/4 Mt kinabalu, Got a new phone, Started working at Starbucks. Attended Insurance talk, real estate talk, ACCA talk, tried to learn french, tried to learn trading. Not to mention the races I taken part in and those I've helped to organise, such as the Amazing race for Asian Youth Festival. I've also added another class of license to my driving license and started playing badminton again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What've u accomplished this year? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve A HAPPY NEW YEAR!! (After christmas sales already started!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I really need to start studying. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6575702245434715307?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6575702245434715307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6575702245434715307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6575702245434715307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6575702245434715307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-year-post.html' title='THE END OF YEAR POST'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4189441668190105486</id><published>2008-12-29T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:37:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from hospital.</title><content type='html'>Its finally back from hospital but I'm not quite pleased about what happened. What happened was, I left lappy there for almost 2weeks. And all the person did was the one key recovery to reformat the C drive. Something which I could have done myself. I feel super unsure about the lappy right now. Like bringing it to the doctor but the doctor didn't do anything to it. And I was summoned while I went up to collect my laptop!! Super lots of time wasted and money wasted also. Can u imagine 2 weeks without going online? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO YOU CANT!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, We had our secondary school gathering on Christmas Eve At Xuan's house where we had a feast. Hams, Turkey, spaghetti, pastas, chicken wings and jellies plus mahjong. I didn't eat much there as my family had a turkey to ourselves before that as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Crystal Jade steamboat at Holland Village last night with Minghui,Manda,Alan,Sox,Van,her bf,Cheesiang and Raymond. And boy! I must say the money spent there was well worth!  Lean pork, Lean beef, varieties of mushrooms, fishballs, sotong balls, dumplings, cuttlefish,Baos, fresh prawns and not to mention, Free flows of Xiao Long Baos!! We had 2 soup bases, The pork soup and the spicy soup which turned Sox's lips into Angelina Jolie's lips. Can you imagine how spicy the soup was?! Dessert available was red bean pastry(taste like potong icecream), crystal jelly and beancurd. The environment was clean and quiet(We were the biggest group there). They even provide new plates for change when yr plates are dirty! How SWEET!! BEst thing was, it only costed us 21.18 each.On a sunday night. I'd recommend this place if you need a budget gathering with your frens.    &lt;br /&gt;4stars/5stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4189441668190105486?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4189441668190105486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4189441668190105486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4189441668190105486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4189441668190105486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-hospital.html' title='Back from hospital.'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8568218321917352137</id><published>2008-12-21T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:49:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASH+SOciaL NITE</title><content type='html'>Bash was a blast! Not cos the event itself was good, but cos the company was great! Bumped into heaps of friends in the club who were having as much fun and we hung out together on the dance floor. Fun and nice people. I love my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Social nite happened last night, where we had steamboat dinner at YMCA. I was looking so much forward to the WII that was up for grabs in the lucky draw!! Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;Didnt win anything in the end!!! Games were held and prizes won. I think they forgot to give out the best dress award. LOL I kinda think its time to clear our A&amp;E guys.. ComE oN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Went nearby to play card games in the end. Good call not to join the rest for the KTV session which were called off in the end. We then start playing texas poker with forfeits like plucking hairs off and biting people. HAHA! IT was FUN ok. Night ended at prata house when ALan sent everyone home as usual =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alan, please brush up your card distribution and bridge! haha&lt;br /&gt;And I really enjoyed bash that night with the companions of the night. Dancing and Drinking. Thanks guys! AnD babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8568218321917352137?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8568218321917352137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8568218321917352137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8568218321917352137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8568218321917352137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/bashsocial-nite.html' title='BASH+SOciaL NITE'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3992352327799814000</id><published>2008-12-17T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:21:07.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquitoes and people</title><content type='html'>Right now, at this very moment as i'm typing this line, there are mosquitoes flying around my legs, under my desk, waiting for their chance to strike. I hate it. Is it only my area, or are u guys affected as well. Think its due to the rainy/monsoon season. Wait, thinking about it, whose invading whose area now, considering that mosquitoes already exist in the times of dinosaurs. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt; As some of you know, I'm a sceptical person. And I think lowly of human-beings. I tried to think back and reason why I'm like this. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  And this is what I can remember. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  When I was in primary 2, there was a book fair in my school. Not sure if its like that now but in the past, the school would arrange for bookstore/retailers to come to sch, to sell books at cheaper price to the students as we did not really have access to books other than our own library. POPULAR wasnt as popular yet.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days where Mr kiasu and TinTin comics were really really popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So back to the book fair. There was this primary 6 guy reading 'mr kiasu' in his rugged shirt in one corner. He looked like he wanted the book badly and that was really the case. He expressed how much he wanted that book but he had no money. So i lent him $8++ to buy it.Out of my OWN PRIVATE savings.&lt;br /&gt; Hey Come on, $8 was a freaking big deal ok? BAck In those days where a bowl of noodles only costed 50cents. He agreed to repay me in 2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I didn't manage to see him for the next few weeks cos we were in different sessions. And when I finally did.Guessed what he replied when I asked for my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'who are you?' he replied in front of his frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awfully taken aback. Dumbfounded. Striken with fear and disappointment. HOw did this pitiful person turn into this villain I'm looking at right now? How could he said what he said? And of course I didn't manage to get my money back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   BAck in those days, scams were rampant. Security and safety were not taken for granted like today. Of course there were other conman cases that people around me encountered or I personally went thru to make me who I am today. It'd be a long paragraph if I have to tell you my life story, So let's not go there. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Sometimes, I wished people were like me. In terms of thinking, our moral values and behaviour. I figured that the world'd be a better place if it was only full of me. I could communicate better with myself and I know what I want. This world would be PERFECT. Yet I cant help but be afraid that theres a chance that I might be acting like a self-centred bastard, imposing my views and thinking on others. I then asked myself, Why should my character be the dominant one? What if someone else wants me to be like him? What if someone else thinks he's more superior and what if he really is? Should I be like him? I guessed the world wouldnt be as much fun if the whole world is only full of one person and clones of one person. &lt;br /&gt;One world one person one character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is we do not live alone.We need to step out of our comfort zones at times.&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is to go out there and handle people who is different from you. &lt;br /&gt;To build bridges which link us to other people instead of high walls around us.&lt;br /&gt;Which one will u build? Bridges or Walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Am I imposing my views on introverts to make frens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3992352327799814000?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3992352327799814000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3992352327799814000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3992352327799814000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3992352327799814000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/mosquitoes-and-people.html' title='Mosquitoes and people'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3057141243855831626</id><published>2008-12-16T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:43:03.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busily confused or confusely busy</title><content type='html'>I'm quite packed with activities during this festive season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thing running thru my mind like xiao niang re, POA, crashing the msm lesson I missed, uol bash, cci social night, my sec sch gathering, payments to make and lots of other things! There were issues I had wanted to blog about but I just cant seemed to remember them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blogspot template, not knowing what to blog is just so annoying. Annoyed at my poor memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Not in a super good mood this few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3057141243855831626?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3057141243855831626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3057141243855831626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3057141243855831626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3057141243855831626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/busily-confused-or-confusely-busy.html' title='busily confused or confusely busy'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2015731117898355552</id><published>2008-12-16T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:23:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtreme challenge</title><content type='html'>Was away over the weekend for extreme challenge.&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of feedback for the race which i've told the concerned people. It wasnt really a complain or anything. Just something I'm seeing from my point of view. But they arnt really open to the idea of feedback. &lt;br /&gt;  The race wasnt really spectacular nor extreme. Ok thats enough.Don really wanna get me started on this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a more cheerful note, Bff and Cecilia are back! WOO HOO~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2015731117898355552?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2015731117898355552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2015731117898355552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2015731117898355552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2015731117898355552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/xtreme-challenge.html' title='Xtreme challenge'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4221767519034891567</id><published>2008-12-09T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:03:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run or Walk?</title><content type='html'>I could remember the avid runner I once used to be. I would jog in the hot noon, under the merciless sun when I'm free. I'd jog when I feel frustrated or troubled. I would jog to build my stamina so that I wont be a burden to the badminton team. The recently ended stand chart marathon is the topic today. Lots of SIm people went for the run. It reminds me of how I once loved running Long D. I'd run in front of the pack in my Specialist training course. I'd come in one of the first few so I could cheer other people on. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Now don't get me wrong. I'm not those borned runner where running or super stamina genes came along with me when I was borned. Unlike those kenyan runner or Indians who were borned with exceptional stamina. I had to train myself to accustom to the run. I loved hearing myself breathing loudly to myself, panting hard with sweat soaked shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wondered where had all those determination and spirit gone. I remembered how I stopped running. First it was cos of my injured knee. Then it was cos when I learnt from animal planet that everytime the Lion hunts, leopard runs, cheetah sprints, it reduces their life spans significantly. They would died of fatigue and heat exhaustion. They need to rest under the shade after hunt. which they have to capture their prey withihn the first few attempts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This reminds me of how recent cases of NS men passing out/away after heat exhaustion and fatigue. It suggested to me that a heart has limited number of pumps. That it would stopped pumping after a certain number of pumps. Just like a machine. (dono how true this is). And thats how nsmen passed or faint during their runs. (I supposed) Judging from what animal planet says, the same principles applies to us right? We're animals too arnt we? I told this to galvin and ken, where they laugh it off, sneering and jokingly saying that 'bolt' may die young due to over running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I wont rule that out. I mean, who knows? Or maybe these are just excuses for the lazy me? But like it or not, I still have to train for the IPPT coming up. I need to clear it early and not wait til May when my window is closing, when my exams are approaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4221767519034891567?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4221767519034891567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4221767519034891567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4221767519034891567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4221767519034891567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/run-or-walk.html' title='Run or Walk?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3232441759211035539</id><published>2008-12-08T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:20:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF Gone!</title><content type='html'>An exhausting day as usual as I toiled til morning 330am. IT was a super busy day at starbucks due to the event outside ps. Some rock concert performance which led to never ending queue at the POS register. Bumped into some friends today when they visited starbucks. Jiamin, Mag, Kingston.Pleasant surprises! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was only when I met Jiamin that I remembered that BFF was flying off that day! I was so busy and exhausted that i forgot to sms her! Still, that's no excuse. &lt;br /&gt;So this post is dedicated to BFF. MAybe No sms, But she can read this when she flys back! HAve FUN in Taiwan BFF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3232441759211035539?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3232441759211035539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3232441759211035539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3232441759211035539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3232441759211035539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/bff-gone.html' title='BFF Gone!'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-6324656684628088395</id><published>2008-12-02T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:23:48.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brave Singaporean</title><content type='html'>Almost forgot about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed it'd be inappropriate for me to post her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let us hold our hands together and have a minute of silence for &lt;br /&gt;Miss Lo Hoei Yen who had passed on in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sincere condolences. May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-6324656684628088395?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/6324656684628088395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=6324656684628088395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6324656684628088395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/6324656684628088395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-condolences.html' title='The brave Singaporean'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-4636399353020327227</id><published>2008-12-01T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:41:47.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all great pretenders</title><content type='html'>"HAppy AIds day!" (sounds weird) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught 'Life transformer' earlier on before 'Little Nyonya'.&lt;br /&gt;'Life transformer' is a show on channel 8, every monday, 8pm. It's a show on how the Hosts, Christopher Lee and Quan yifeng, with a group of volunteers going around Singapore, saving the soul, transforming the lives of people living in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;They'd rearrange their apartments which looked like slumps before that, before painting them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town council would then arrange jobs, schools or technical skill learning for them. Despite its attempt to show that Singaporeans are caring, full of love and stuff. The show practically reflects how people are living in slumps, despite the advanced and well-off society we're in these days.&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelivable how these things are happening around us, yet we don't realised. How pathetic. People living in misery, pondering when is the money for their next meal coming while youngsters party their lives away. And What's amazing is how they go unnoticed in such a small land overflowing with 4.48million population .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is not the first time I'm watching the show. For the second time, I felt disgusted after the show. Not by the poor conditions of their HDB units, not by the amount of cockroaches eggs in their house or how dirty their toilets are. But by people . The grassroot leaders, district MP, GRC  seriously need to be more proactive in their approach in running their estates/areas. As such, I've run a search on the missions of Town council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    'Each town council has the duty to explain to its residents how it invests its funds, what is its philosophy, what are the risks it takes ' (as quoted from Minister Mah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your town council explain this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I encountered people from town council or self proclaimed HDB representatives/contractors a few times annually. Not to collect feedbacks, or to have meetings on how we can improve neighbourhood watch, crime prevention in the vicinity. But, to remove my flower pots along the corridor. Thats what they do. Beautify the environment. Repaint HDB over and over again. Plantations along highway to make Singapore look presentable.The clean and green image to improve our eyesights and to promote/market our motherland. As such, they probably forgot all about Human relations. Living in HDB has already reduced our interactions with our neighbours compared to living in kampong. Thus we have been reduced to gardening, talking to our plants. And now, they wan to remove my plants, claiming they're in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how unfeeling the society is nowadays for we have all been trained like robots, with productivity, efficiency, rationality our only goals. After all, it was the goal set by MM Lee years ago after realising human resource is our only resource. Human Talents is our source of wealth. Mass labour resource attracts foreign investment. And hence, campaigns like 'speak good english' came pouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, We've positioned ourselves in a pole position in terms of services, business taxes compared to neighbouring countries, convenience of foreign investments to pour in, friendliness in setting up business in terms of 'red tapes' and not to mention our world class airline industry.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, It makes me wonder if we've become a factory. A global factory production, producing human talents, services and innovative ideas. Attracting foreign talents, grooming them and then return them back to their countries to help their own motherland. We've been trained like robots, clones, pursuing wealth, productivity, academic and recognition. We do not know how to enjoy/reward ourselves other than weekend movies, occasional pools, shopping around town and of cos the boy gal relationship to keep our mind preoccupied. We do not slow down, to look at the environment around us, or to appreciate the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'kiasu' culture instilled in us is so strong, that we have no choice to follow it since we can't change it. We bury ourselves in piles of books/work til the day we die. I wondered if we could alter this behaviour of our nation and focus more on emphasizing the well-being of our people.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is not for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAck to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was complaining about how not proactive the leaders of our districts are. Do we really need to depend on shows to dig out people who are drowning in poverty before we can lend them a hand, give them a job? The poor people were fined due to late payment of PUB bills. The concerned authorities ever concerned why are they not paying up? Or are they jus busy processing the paperwork for late payments? How unfeeling is that? We are not machines afterall. Do we really need to apply for needy funds as indicatior of low income beings? Do the elderly know the procedures about doing so? And mind you, despite the baby bonus, increaded maternity leaves and all sort of incentives to help increase the country populations, producing new youth of tomorrow, we're still a nation with substantial ageing population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During today's show, the sympathetic crew gave the poor family a gift in an envelope. Allowance(I believe). It seems really nice. But how much are they making out of the show? What about the commercials aired? Is the production going out to charity? Of all the money they're making, how much are they really donating to the family in need? This bring us to the labour theory of value. Abstrating the surplus out of the proletariat simply because they do not know the value of their labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I have to say that I am critical and sceptical. After being sceptical about the show. I have to be critical. About myself. I can sit here, and type and bitch til the cow comes home but nothing will change unless I start with myself. Rather than sitting here,typing, buming around, watchin TV, I need to get out there and do something meaningful. A volunteer or something. I want to make an impact on this society. I dowanna die as an insignificant being.&lt;br /&gt;The society/world need to know I once existed before the day comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMkZZ3cpqx8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMkZZ3cpqx8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-4636399353020327227?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/4636399353020327227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=4636399353020327227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4636399353020327227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/4636399353020327227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-all-great-pretenders.html' title='We&apos;re all great pretenders'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8506141467416375963</id><published>2008-11-26T01:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:20:18.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophically~~</title><content type='html'>I could still remember Glenda whispering into my ears 3months ago, that our new colleague actually knows her bf back in secondary school days. It was meant to be a surprise/ shocking news, whatever you call it. But I wasnt surprised at all and of course she commented about my reaction, if not I wouldnt remember til today. If there were any expression on my face, probably it was my stoic expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realised in my life that we shouldnt put too much energy into anger, frustrations, worries and other form of emotions. If we were to do that. It'd drained our lives. Look at the old people in Japan. How they behave. Do they get angry easily? Do they speak at the top of their voices? Showing your emotions publicly may also make you appear weak at times. But for most of the time, we assume people who know nuts make the most noise. 'Empty vessels make the most noise' and 'Those who usually knows keep quiet'. Confucius believed that a knowledgable person need not flaut his knowledge to attain happiness and recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272657406559579266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSw9-bxQ7II/AAAAAAAAAFk/opOQmE7mAtM/s320/Emotions_by_sundayx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confucianism recently has been the topic of the Chinese. Despite being deemed years ago as a system which hinders the progress and advancement of human beings. This is mostly because the dark side of Confucianism, namely, the patriarchal system, familism and nepotism, justified authoritarian ruling and the state's strong role. But has come back strongly due to its fundamental virtues and values for Asian's upbringing, namely hard work and frugality.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a strong believer in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stoicism"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stoicism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since I was Secondary three. Mainly due to the literature text book I was reading at that time, ' Julius Caesar'. There's a character in the shakespeare's play, 'Brutus' . His role was a righteous, and stoic person. Stoicism was a school of Hellenistic philosophy. The stoics considered passionate emotions to be the result of errors in judgment, and that a sage, or person of "moral and intellectual perfection," would not have such emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoics were concerned with the active relationship between cosmic determinism and human freedom, and the belief that it is virtuous to maintain a will (called prohairesis) that is in accord with nature. Because of this, the Stoics presented their philosophy as a way of life, and they thought that the best indication of an individual's philosophy was not what a person said but how they behaved. Later Roman Stoics emphasized that because "virtue is sufficient for happiness," a sage was immune to misfortune. This belief similar to the meaning of the phrase stoic calm, though the phrase does not include the "radical ethical" Stoic views that only a sage can be considered truly free, and that all moral corruptions are equally vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272656334818957378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSw9ADOY2EI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4VVaK-gzfHY/s320/611962-medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also a sceptic who deemed humans as superficial beings. I strongly questioned how a person is judged today. Definitely not by how he behaves, but what he says in this Era. Having walked through the ERAs of 'you are how u act', 'you are what you eat', 'you are what you buy', 'you are how you dressed', 'you are who you think you are' and 'you are what they say you are', 'you are where you study'. I would suggest that we're now in a 'you are how you speak' era. Even the emptiest vessel could fool us into thinking its at its fullest. Probably that's why u see fraud case on the rise in recent years. 'The conman and his magical stones.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to judge people, I'd predict outcomes. I wanna think more positively about humans. I wanna speak with more passion. ( I doubt so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this off, I'd like to 'borrow' an abstract from my fren, sherrina's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if, for all our life that we've been taught that 1+1 = 2, someone comes along and tells you its actually equals nothing? What if he manages to prove to you that its the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you then start to wonder that maybe the sky isn't blue and that for all we know, we're just walking cells on another man's microscopic slides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that whatever we learn now is the truth? When deep down inside we all know that someday, someone else is going to come up with an argument that's going to shake the very foundation stone and bring our logical theories down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for that day to happen" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: You may see this post as a ridiculous/random one. Or its of no relevance to you. You can't relate to it. Either Its too profound, Or you're turning dumber. Your call. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272657974982273074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSw-fhTy6DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IGEONggmyPs/s320/no_emotions_by_lucky_loser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8506141467416375963?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8506141467416375963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8506141467416375963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8506141467416375963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8506141467416375963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/11/philosophically.html' title='Philosophically~~'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSw9-bxQ7II/AAAAAAAAAFk/opOQmE7mAtM/s72-c/Emotions_by_sundayx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2506992749679480480</id><published>2008-11-21T13:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:52:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Ophir</title><content type='html'>SIM Odac has organised a trip to Mount Ophir over this weekend! I'm so tempted to go! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My secondary school gang, ie the gang who went Mt Kinabalu with me has been planning the trip to Mt Ophir since forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore it's at a low price of $60(if i'm not wrong) since it's organised by the Odac. At the same time, I'm so worried about the studies which i'm lagging so far behind in and refusing to do anything to help myself. So I figured that the least I can do to help is to stay at home. Even if I stayed at home and not do anything, It would be better than going to Mt Ophir over the weekends right? Argh, what a difficult decision, considering I'm such a 'hiking' person! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHotos from Mt Kinabalu to reminisce the times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270978079560995906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZGovMalEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xDUEV44Czmo/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEFORE the Hike &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270978354262843698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZG4uicITI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QdIWoaQbDV8/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                           He doesn't look tired at all &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZH3PZdCpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cgaw2-FJa5k/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979428235414162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZH3PZdCpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cgaw2-FJa5k/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZIHPr6XPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9E40z2dcbpE/s1600-h/n532979019_560540_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979703190740210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZIHPr6XPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9E40z2dcbpE/s320/n532979019_560540_2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZH3PZdCpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cgaw2-FJa5k/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe a little in this one?                                                                                      And this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZI55r1LoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QsIJzaHpgoA/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270980573458148994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZI55r1LoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QsIJzaHpgoA/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZH3PZdCpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cgaw2-FJa5k/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZJeVTXLFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OZlAHWNblPw/s1600-h/n532979019_560533_9891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270981199347002450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZJeVTXLFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OZlAHWNblPw/s320/n532979019_560533_9891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At low temperature of 8.4degree celsius                                                     All in the pic except darrall&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270981532964903234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZJxwIEWUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lj84dnfsNu0/s320/n532979019_560579_5116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: Pictures do not reflect the happiness we had when Darrall almost plunged to his death, Perry puking due to motion sickness/altitude sickness, Nicholas's fatigue and the Hypothermia we were suffering from at that time. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2506992749679480480?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2506992749679480480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2506992749679480480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2506992749679480480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2506992749679480480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/11/mount-ophir.html' title='Mount Ophir'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tEqaeRdJQg/SSZGovMalEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xDUEV44Czmo/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3434381412664088533</id><published>2008-11-19T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:30:52.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIrror Mirror on the wall</title><content type='html'>Do you know frens are like mirrors?&lt;br /&gt;How nice they are to you depends on how nice you are to them? This is probably super true for those childish people. Then again, there are a few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to behave like a mirror to my frens. Despite how irritating I may appear to certain people at times. I'm still doing it. Not out of childish reasons, but mostly cos I wan them to see who they really are. Sadly, not many can appreciate this, not many can stand criticisms from their frens. They cant stand it when people are doing the same thing they're doing unto themselves. They cant stand it when people are acting like them. Yet they love who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still love my frens, and try to help them in whichever manner I can, whenever they need help. Never stoop to their level to critisize them. I am a perfect mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, critisize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack: Bike test cleared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3434381412664088533?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3434381412664088533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3434381412664088533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3434381412664088533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3434381412664088533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='MIrror Mirror on the wall'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-2737722904721323845</id><published>2008-11-16T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:27:55.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOAH</title><content type='html'>Woah, I just wikipedia '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says love=Lust+Attraction (which are both temporary) + Attachement (permanent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust and Attraction last one and a half to three years. To those of you who had past relationships within this range,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't be upset, it's not your fault!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment is the final stage based on commitment like marriage and children!&lt;br /&gt;How saddening and diappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no true love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-2737722904721323845?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/2737722904721323845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=2737722904721323845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2737722904721323845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/2737722904721323845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/11/woah.html' title='WOAH'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-3133124813886177970</id><published>2008-11-16T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:22:36.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like who you choose, or Do you choose who you like?</title><content type='html'>Had badminton with the CFA gang on Friday before our dinner at Ashton. Havent played for so long! I could feel my body aching this morning. Went work later today after msm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blackout occured at work today and customers who walked in were offered a free beverage coupon each! How nice! It was tiring at work, but nevertheless, I'm happy whenever I work. Perhaps cos it takes my mind off studies, which I've been lagging far behind in. Saw my work schedule next week to be only 2days. Surprisingly, I was abit upset. Weird HUH~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, Do you choose who you like, Or do you like who you choose? You may like someone cos he's attractive, hes nice to you, charming etc. So you decided to make him yr bf. You like him, not cos you like him. Cos you want to like him. This is what I mean you choose who you like. Most probably it'd be an infatuation? These are the puppy love people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to avoid making the wrong decision, you decide to hang out with him more often thinking maybe u can get to know him better.. You feel comfortable when you're with him, talking to him etc. And then you like him. But you realised you like him AS A FREN. You know, the stage where once we're all frens, things become stagnant kind. These are the rational people. So what actually is true love? It's when you think he/she is your true love. Every relationship may be your true love. Or maybe, theres no true love at all. Its something people came up with to make themselves feel 'right'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a sceptical person, I think humans, being superficial as we are, choose who to like.And often make mistakes. Of cos there are a few exceptions. Those who made it, and live happily together were probably lucky. The others could most probably be making bad decisions their whole lives, namely the puppy love people while the rational ones could probably be lonely for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards our 'maturing stage', everyone you see would be 'special' in your eyes probably due to the fact that you dowanna be left on the shelves, you're not attractive anymore or you do not have much choice due your limited social circle. Eventually, you'd find that Everyone has their flaws. You just have to make do with each other, tolerate each other,understand and forgive each other. Thats what our parents do right? In the end, everyone just get married to another average Jane/Joe. You just have to make do with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone get the babes/hunks all the time. Theres no Miss Perfect. Or Mr Right. Do we choose who we like. Or love (if exist) really infiltrate into you and your fren's emotional system as if shot by Cupid's arrow. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random tots:Or maybe we shouldnt group people we know as frens, lovers. We should just group them into lovers. Maybe the world will be a better place and filled with love. In that case, you can marry anyone you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-3133124813886177970?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/3133124813886177970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=3133124813886177970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3133124813886177970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/3133124813886177970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-like-who-you-choose-or-do-you.html' title='Do you like who you choose, or Do you choose who you like?'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257967682669795715.post-8477550562262692084</id><published>2008-11-13T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:53:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CheeBoon's bday</title><content type='html'>Minghui did quite a sweet thing for Boon.&lt;br /&gt;That girl's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Well, difficult to describe that day in words. But those of us who were present should know better... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257967682669795715-8477550562262692084?l=mysoftmattress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/feeds/8477550562262692084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257967682669795715&amp;postID=8477550562262692084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8477550562262692084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257967682669795715/posts/default/8477550562262692084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftmattress.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheeboons-bday.html' title='CheeBoon&apos;s bday'/><author><name>zhenbang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819586892252704632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
