<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352</id><updated>2012-02-01T04:49:18.348-08:00</updated><category term='Statistics Class'/><title type='text'>Emotions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-293170177459020873</id><published>2011-05-26T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:22:35.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>It's a miracle how people can let go of things they fond of - be it a relationship or things they really treasure. How life can be so ironic when they actually fell in love at first sight; and tomorrow it turns sour.&lt;br /&gt;What could be the catalyst? &lt;br /&gt;What is the reason behind the shift of events?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody actually knows. &lt;br /&gt;There could be millions of reasons behind a single event. Perhaps, it just happens to be a coincidence. Perhaps, it is the nature of human being. Or perhaps, it is fate. &lt;br /&gt;The illogical sense of humanity just do not fit in the picture anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What the reality brings is not about the truth but the feelings. "Within a soul, what matters is how you feel for them and not how they feel for you." As much as we are denying this fact, it slowly finds it way into the 'truth' for humanity. Contradicting but to be exact, it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;People always say that, "Life is about letting go." But what is there to let go, when you already let go in the first place. There is no meaning to the phrase. If it is that easy to let go, then you can see how meaningless it could be. In fact, letting go is the hardest things in life. No matter how much I hold back, tears will always be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-293170177459020873?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/293170177459020873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2011/05/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/293170177459020873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/293170177459020873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2011/05/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-1586778806147622202</id><published>2010-12-15T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T05:48:15.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk of Life</title><content type='html'>Looking at the science of the ceiling fan, I imagined how life can be at such pace. Everything seems too simple but it is the simplicity that makes it complicated. &lt;br /&gt;How far have you walk your life? &lt;br /&gt;A question to be asked and to be answered. &lt;br /&gt;Back then, a child was born to this world. Then, the child grew to become a fine young teenager. Perhaps not as fine as we perceive the child would be; it is a matter of time before the child became polluted with the sins of the society. How nasty! Perhaps again, the child was blessed to become a scholar. Perhaps, not meant to be a scholar but a business figure. Perhaps the worst it can be, the child in the teenage life grew to become parents. &lt;br /&gt;This is the walk of life. &lt;br /&gt;Never meant to be too easy and never meant to be too hard. &lt;br /&gt;What life brings to us, is something memorable, worth treasuring. But to some extent, it does not always taste sweet. &lt;br /&gt;Balance must exists.  &lt;br /&gt;Life is not too cruel but it can be horrible. It does not take much to wound a person's heart. Again. It does not take much to even grab a pinch of salt and rub it on the wound. Here we are living in a selfish world, filled with fake smiles and faces, with sinister intentions and with self-fulfilling goals and prophecy. &lt;br /&gt;This is the walk of life.&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard and you will end up being a jerk. Giving up and you will end up being given a second chance. What logic is behind? Perhaps the world has much to learn, but we have much to learn from life. &lt;br /&gt;This is the walk of life.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the moment. Treasure your life and the soul you are meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-1586778806147622202?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/1586778806147622202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/12/walk-of-life.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1586778806147622202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1586778806147622202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/12/walk-of-life.html' title='The Walk of Life'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-6153487142330286588</id><published>2010-10-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:02:02.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adulthood</title><content type='html'>When all those paperworks piled up on your desk in the office; the clock struck exactly at 6 in the evening and you are sitting there, working on your task, to be submitted early tomorrow morning. The worst thing that could have happened was, today was the last day of the weekdays and you promised to meet your friends out for a drink at the nearest club. That is adulthood, the career age or what I would call, the day when you wish that you could have gone back to the university life, learning and completing assignments and tutorials and be back home whenever you feel like doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disregard of commitments and responsibility, everything in the campus was fine to the extent when finals were far beyond imagination. Working is a completely different lives, when you need to think much more than what was needed back in the class, when you need to spend more time analyzing rather than searching for solutions through friends or online, when you need to work overtime to complete unfinished task when you can just copy tutorials and assignment answers from your friends when it due the next morning. The mechanism is not much of a difference between working and studying. It works the same way, but it requires much more commitment and responsibility than mere understanding. Yet, comparing, learning is a forever routine that can never stops. Thus, it is wiser to conclude that, working incorporates learning as well, in other words, studying, self-learning to improve yourself further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me seems like illogical. What does a student, on internship knows about working and studying? It would better if you get some advice from your old folks at home with much more experience. Yet, I am a student, I am viewing myself from the point of view of every student. Some has yet to grasp the feeling of working, but some has a gotten a feel of it. Some like it very much, some despise it, some are indifferent about it and some just do it because, "Life is like that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pretty much a nuisance for us interns to be associated with working life as we are just novice, learning the basic culture of working, to respect and to be injected with the office affairs. We are trying to get some experience, something to learn before our graduation and perhaps trying to understand the scope of degree, whether what we are studying is compatible with what we will be doing. Some people manage to lock on their interest and some, barely makes a move. It does not matter how we do things and it does not matter how people look at you, what matters is how you carry yourself in the near future, how you associate yourself with the cruelty of the world, how you bring yourself up to the highest peak of the mountain, and more importantly, how you judge yourself before you learn how to judge your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adulthood is something to be proud of, to signify that you have attained the level of maturity, and able to walk independently on your own. However, it is not a status, not something to be used for your own sake. Not everyone will be proud of their adulthood but I do believe that they will always learn to make it better. Time and tide waits for no man, but adulthood is there for every single being, waiting to torched forever in the hearts of every person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-6153487142330286588?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/6153487142330286588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/10/adulthood.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/6153487142330286588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/6153487142330286588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/10/adulthood.html' title='Adulthood'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8297151977257871539</id><published>2010-10-23T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:15:51.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day When you Realize that, "Life is like that."</title><content type='html'>I have pretty much kept everything to myself since the start of the internship period. Nothing much have been spilled out and perhaps that is the best thing to do. Letting people in my lives and allowing them to go out of my lives were not simple and being one of the person that was trying to stay sane most of the time, makes things even harder. But life has to go on. &lt;br /&gt;People always claim that we have to move on in lives. Dump the bad memories behind and live a new life ahead. Could that be as simple as the word coming out from the mouth of the person who was trying to clarify the matters happening in the world? Perhaps, it is always the case for them.&lt;br /&gt;The past has always been wanting to interfere with the future. It is always contradicting, passive and somehow rewarding. Nevertheless, the weight of benefits that it brings constantly varies. The dark side of human beings and the good side of it can never coexist. One can be as good as a scholar but never a skilled hunter, unless with keen determination and willpower. Lacking one of these criteria, you are just an ordinary human being. Likewise, think of your future, and how it was derived from your past experience. The way you live your lives for the past years, and the constant effect of your steady lives has brought upon today. Judge yourself and judge others, and comprehend the existence of the people around you and learn to make some changes in your lives when it seems dull and full of failure. &lt;br /&gt;The impact, the happening in your lives are somehow there for a reason. The way you deal with matters affecting yourself will bring upon judgment to others. What can you learn, what can you see from others and what can you see in yourself are the things that matter most for now. For lives is not independent, the dependency is great, much more greater than the SARS effect. It works, it expands, it grows, much more faster than the money in the Wall Street drops or goes up. &lt;br /&gt;A quote from a friend of mine, ' Life is like that." Do you agree? Do you comprehend your life? Do you understand the impact of your decision on others? Do you fathom the sadness of others? And that is life to begin with. No matter how many decisions you make, your lives will still be that kind of lives unless you do something to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8297151977257871539?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8297151977257871539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-when-you-realize-that-life-is-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8297151977257871539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8297151977257871539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-when-you-realize-that-life-is-like.html' title='The Day When you Realize that, &quot;Life is like that.&quot;'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-2626080783839409654</id><published>2010-08-31T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T05:55:52.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/THz7unrNKQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lfMdP6GGBCw/s1600/malaysian-flag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/THz7unrNKQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lfMdP6GGBCw/s320/malaysian-flag1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511556822337399042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence. &lt;br /&gt;The day where our great ancestors bring forth our wisdom and knowledge,we secure our dignity as a country, being able to run on its own people and desire. We travel from the banished land to the land where the democracy rules; democracy reigns; democracy speaks for every mankind. We are fortunate to be able to rule our own country by its own terms and regulations, having free from the dictatorship of our conquerer. What brings forth the ties of various colors in our nation is as simple as getting independence. The promise of freedom, the promise of peace, the promise that each and everyone of us will be treated equally regardless of our different status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of independence has bring forth great achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 53rd Independence Day. &lt;br /&gt;Does democracy rules?&lt;br /&gt;Are the promises being kept and held strongly?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt but I would really like to believe. &lt;br /&gt;We strive for peace, we strive to make our country stronger by unifying different races and we strive to uphold the name of Malaysia in our very own hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;But.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 53rd Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;And again, I ask the same questions. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to believe again but I am saddened and horrified. &lt;br /&gt;Unity is just a disguise, a label of peace that barely brings meaning. Our nations are falling apart. Racism has been devouring our mind. We are going against our own people, Malaysians. Should there be any label, it should only be Malaysians. Chinese, Muslims and Indians are the main pillars of the country. Going against one another would not only destroy the country but the people itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the neutral standpoint, it really has nothing to do with the people just the foolish mindset of those who think that they are superior. Talking about history, the origin and the people, it brings no meaning at all. History taught us to be grateful, appreciate our country and people but what certain people did, definitely tarnish the name of history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us own the land, nor the land belongs to anyone of us. A simple mindset brings forward the cowardliness to assume belongings on the land. None of us truly knows, nor does history is a complete justification of our past. Bear in mind that no man is truly superior. The act of racism and humiliating other people or races is not acceptable. Much more to comment, not only citizens are portraying the act of racism, even the higher ups, the one we trusted to be loyal to the regulations, and "Perlembagaan Malaysia." Somehow, the authority given is exploited. The powers given to them are misused. Should we trust them? Should we put our faith in these people? It remains a question to be answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 53rd Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;And I ask those in authority.&lt;br /&gt;Who is in the wrong? &lt;br /&gt;Who is to blame? &lt;br /&gt;Does this incident starts for no reason? &lt;br /&gt;Is there only one person to be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is still hope. A hope for for unifying the various races in the country. It is a matter of strengthening the bond of unity and disregard the differences we had. We are the same, we are one. Under 1Malaysia concept, I believe our Prime Minister has made a right choice in implementing this concept. However, do not just display it, do not make it a label, and do not just speak freely the concept without a deep understanding of its consequences. A man that speaks his mind is a great man, a true blessing from heaven but a man that speaks his mind and wanders off, is good for nothing. I hope and I believe that whatever happens will be seriously look into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 53rd Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;To all races, be strong and stay unified.&lt;br /&gt;To those little rats out there, I do hope that they realize the consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 53rd Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-2626080783839409654?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/2626080783839409654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-of-independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2626080783839409654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2626080783839409654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-of-independence.html' title='The Day of Independence'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/THz7unrNKQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lfMdP6GGBCw/s72-c/malaysian-flag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-7062812251873715696</id><published>2010-08-27T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:55:25.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rusty Gold Coin</title><content type='html'>What does a rusty gold coin signify?&lt;br /&gt;What implicit meaning could it bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be dependent is not exactly bad because everyone is related in every sense. So, what difference does it conclude? Dependency is a addiction, a drug that pollutes your system. As much as I would like to depend on someone else, I'd rather not. I'd rather put myself in a dire situation than to actually believe in that person's credibility. Even if I do, I could not placed a 100% trust. Perhaps, it is my own defects, my own characteristics that made me this way; I barely put my trust on people. Mainly because I believe that the trust will always be exploited for other usage. Thus, what brings me to this rusty gold coin was just a small event in my life. A gold coin that is supposed to contribute greatly to the person's wealth was no longer valuable. Implicitly, the trust faded. The trust has been exploited and it was not just the first time but few other occasions. Too young and naive perhaps, but I have finally reached a decision on my own. I'd rather be a lone ranger. Hunting on my own, living on my own without the existence of people. Somehow and somewhat, humans are really scary but the scariest thing has yet to be developed. Humans are mysterious. However, their intentions are much more complicated, worse compared to the black hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-7062812251873715696?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/7062812251873715696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/08/rusty-gold-coin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7062812251873715696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7062812251873715696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/08/rusty-gold-coin.html' title='The Rusty Gold Coin'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-1916320917946264720</id><published>2010-08-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:32:58.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Chapter of the Semester</title><content type='html'>Plentiful things have happened these few months. Somehow, I felt the impact of every tiny little things that appeared in my life as well as those, vanished from my very own eyes. I could not comprehend most of the things but I do try to understand the nature of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a reality check. I felt like myself turning into someone, somebody I could barely recognize if I were to compare myself from the day I came into this big city and the person I am today. Be it good or bad, I am in doubt, I am constantly analyzing my behavior and a warning alarm was always ready to be ignited. I do not want evolution. I do not wish to see myself walking out from the circle of society I have build so far. I do not wish to be different. I just wanted a simple life, and soon a wealthy one. But, there are situations where I am indeed yearning for a trial, an experience, a taste of humanity; a taste of what people described as life. I am yearning for those, looking forward for more life exposure. However, as I proceed, I am always surrounded by guilt; engulfed in the flame of fear, surrounded by the laughter of sinisterly evil and wicked souls. I am in much doubt, trying to sustain and control, and perhaps disabling myself would lead to a better outcome. Every single moment, what I did, will always be reviewed and I always regret my own decision but I still proceed with it. Somehow, I am a hypocrite to begin with, but I am very clear of my path, of my life and of my future. Whoever I am does not matter to me. I am everybody - just another person walking down the road in the streets of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Michael Ch'ng~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-1916320917946264720?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/1916320917946264720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-chapter-of-semester.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1916320917946264720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1916320917946264720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-chapter-of-semester.html' title='The First Chapter of the Semester'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-2744875203845734812</id><published>2010-06-25T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:20:54.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way of Life</title><content type='html'>It was never an intention; it never cross my thoughts; perhaps it does, I barely remember. Drifting on the water, the boat was forced into the mist - a storm that will soon come to be. Feeling insecure, I grabbed the paddle with all my might and I shoved it into the water which seems like a thick molten lava. Without any aid of vision, I was directly heading for my judgement. Soon, the flow of water froze and the momentum of the boat was halted. Failing to utilize my senses, I am vulnerable to any attacks.&lt;br /&gt;I froze. &lt;br /&gt;Something was not right at the moment. My blood was boiling in fear under the barely lit moonlight. My senses were stolen right in front of me and I stand nothing but a puppet being manipulated. It was the darkest moment; the darkest hour of my life and I could not do a single thing about it. Regret as I was but not before I know what will happen to me, I will not give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pictures what I am, the feeling that lingers inside me, holding my every single breath. A life as you remember is not about having everything, but a few things that are important to you. Perhaps you had not experienced it yet. The river flows, the mountain stood and the world rotates, but do mankind ever listen and pay attention to their surroundings? Learn to observe, learn to give and take but never indulge yourself in an act that detonate the bomb inside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-2744875203845734812?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/2744875203845734812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2744875203845734812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2744875203845734812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-of-life.html' title='The Way of Life'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5984275438285860287</id><published>2010-05-20T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:31:41.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses are just excuses</title><content type='html'>What happens when someone came to you and said, " I've tried my best. I studied day and night but I still can't score!" Well, what would be your first impression? Firstly, he is a nuisance? Secondly, perhaps he has got nothing better to do and decided to blurt something out of the ordinary? Thirdly, any reasons that you can come up with. It is not a sin to utter such, perhaps nonsensical but logical sentences. Yes, you burn midnight oil everyday but perhaps, you lack of something. Commitment. Effort. Willpower. Whichever of these that you failed to cultivate will lead you nowhere from your starting point. It is just another circle, going one cycle after another. In the end, you obtain and achieve nothing but perhaps, you have wasted some of your time doing unproductive things. It is not unusual but common. People just lost interest in what they do, perhaps too many distractions in reality that brings their heart elsewhere instead of its rightful position. However, I personally think that those sentences are purely uttered out of unconscious mind. Not to be rude, those are just wrong. Totally unacceptable. After going through endless cycles of merry-go-round, you came back to a simple excuse. " I've tried my best. I studied day and night but I still can't score!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do, when you start giving excuses, that is when you stop moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;~Michael Ch'ng~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5984275438285860287?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5984275438285860287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/05/excuses-are-just-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5984275438285860287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5984275438285860287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/05/excuses-are-just-excuses.html' title='Excuses are just excuses'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5901794281217674560</id><published>2010-05-16T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:36:35.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For I am a human, you are nothing more than it</title><content type='html'>I held out my hands, trying reach for you, to reach for your problems; but sadly, I get nothing in return. The same attitude; the same expression I see will never change. How could I be of any help? Being apart of your lives allow me to ponder mine as well, seeking the more interesting section of the pie chart, and ignoring the maths of complicated reasoning. However, it is not a good reason to dump everything behind; and just go on, enjoying your life. I am not saying you should not enjoy, but learn to comprehend. Seek reasons behind every action. Nobody does something without a valid reasoning. It is just like 1 + 1 = 2. You do not argue, but you accept because there are reasons for it. I defy regulations, create my own rules, just to make sure, perhaps you would really understand that I am truly on your side. You took advantage but I could not be bothered much because I knew what was going to happen. It is just a matter of time. In the end, what you have lost is more than what you have gained. For me, I have gained and receive nothing but perhaps, somehow I felt a connection between us. Much more than a friend, blood-related perhaps, siblings to be exact. Well, at least I do not regret my actions. Learn from your mistakes because there is hardly second chance in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I am a human, you are nothing more than it. Because we are both equal." &lt;br /&gt;~Michael Ch'ng~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5901794281217674560?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5901794281217674560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-i-am-human-you-are-nothing-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5901794281217674560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5901794281217674560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-i-am-human-you-are-nothing-more.html' title='For I am a human, you are nothing more than it'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-6748290992503473605</id><published>2010-04-11T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:38:43.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The randomness of life</title><content type='html'>Looking back, digging through the chapters of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I could not describe much,&lt;br /&gt;Friends;&lt;br /&gt;Family;&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity;&lt;br /&gt;Failure;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden;&lt;br /&gt;Forgo;&lt;br /&gt;It was not much of a life perhaps, &lt;br /&gt;But I lived through days and nights, &lt;br /&gt;Contemplating, determining, and many thoughts happen to cross my mind,&lt;br /&gt;My journey has just begun, &lt;br /&gt;Although I have been awake for so long,&lt;br /&gt;20 years of my teenage life,&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are just slideshows,&lt;br /&gt;Limited.&lt;br /&gt;Limit is it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing up, &lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to be more independent as I go, &lt;br /&gt;You should too, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about one thing in particular,&lt;br /&gt;Everything links,&lt;br /&gt;They bond, &lt;br /&gt;A line that ties us forever, unbreakable;&lt;br /&gt;Till the graveyard we go.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I live,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I live,&lt;br /&gt;The day after and the rest of the coming days,&lt;br /&gt;We never know, &lt;br /&gt;Because we never care,&lt;br /&gt;It is life and what we do is living it to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;To the extent of satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;What makes us human in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Is what make us one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-6748290992503473605?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/6748290992503473605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/04/randomness-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/6748290992503473605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/6748290992503473605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/04/randomness-of-life.html' title='The randomness of life'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8897977817316649495</id><published>2010-04-05T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:10:08.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When effort doesn't pay</title><content type='html'>What happens when you fail to obtain something that you wish for? When you realize the effort you put in does not come back to you fairly. When the long awaited seed does not grow, but eventually fail to manifest. Desperation glooms around, clouding your emotions and finally drive you into a state of despair, leaving you helpless. Frankly, I would be in a much worst state as many others would. However, learning to overcome this failure could just open a new door for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;A door, perhaps not just a pathway; it is the light, the wisdom that you will never obtain from being a winner forever. A sense of dissatisfaction perhaps, due to efforts poured and money spent. Maybe it is too expensive, a price not worth to be paid, but think about it again. Have you not learned from your mistakes for this once, you will never be able to do so the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8897977817316649495?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8897977817316649495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-effort-doesnt-pay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8897977817316649495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8897977817316649495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-effort-doesnt-pay.html' title='When effort doesn&apos;t pay'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-2290611557575992904</id><published>2010-03-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:19:00.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a Better Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who are frequent readers of the blog, feel free to share your problems and I will share with you my experience and how to tackle it rather than being concern about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Life is not about changing who you are but rather being who you really are." &lt;br /&gt;Michael Ch'ng ~ Unimaginable Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6K0g0y6d2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/frApzsWIM6k/s1600-h/helping-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6K0g0y6d2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/frApzsWIM6k/s320/helping-hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450116975092725602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-2290611557575992904?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/2290611557575992904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-better-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2290611557575992904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2290611557575992904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-better-tomorrow.html' title='For a Better Tomorrow'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6K0g0y6d2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/frApzsWIM6k/s72-c/helping-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8351052302767169018</id><published>2010-03-18T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:22:05.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6Iof6gtF3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fgsd3krMto8/s1600-h/selfishness-300x294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6Iof6gtF3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fgsd3krMto8/s320/selfishness-300x294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449963027819206514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not always the game you play, you cannot simply pause; save and load the screen whenever you want." Michael Ch'ng ~ Unimaginable Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into the deep ocean. Struggling with the huge waves and strong winds, I persevere, trying my best to swim even though I knew I hardly move in the water. Too exhausted, I felt extremely breathless. Cut out of oxygen and the difficulty to breathe, I surrender to mother nature. For the moment I thought, 'How could I give up my life so easily?' Even though many things do happen, it is not always the case that giving up was a good and perfect option. There are many choices out there, waiting for us to pick and resume our normal lives. However, I just seem indifferent among those choices available, I cannot decide whether to continue struggling for my own life or to just give it up. I am tired, tired of trying, tired of being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6IoviD5KaI/AAAAAAAAAII/UwzMqZtSmNU/s1600-h/shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6IoviD5KaI/AAAAAAAAAII/UwzMqZtSmNU/s320/shame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449963296133818786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I finally realize how pathetic humans are. Nobody is worth a penny."&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ch'ng ~ The Book of Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I do not think that people would go to certain extent to achieve something when they meet the end of the road, a dead-end. But I was just so wrong about it. The desire to find a way-out in the most simplest manner by discarding the most important factor in themselves, self-consciousness. It seems everyone will tend to be who they truly are only when desperate times call. In fact, I despise them but a lot of us are categorized in this portion of humanity; selfishness. It could be a never ending curse for humanity. As lives proceed, we tend to be selfish in order to achieve our own goal; to get what we wanted to the extent of sacrificing other people. I truly would not believe if I had not experienced it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8351052302767169018?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8351052302767169018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-great-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8351052302767169018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8351052302767169018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-great-chapter.html' title='Another Great Chapter'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S6Iof6gtF3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fgsd3krMto8/s72-c/selfishness-300x294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-1443799085329572525</id><published>2010-03-13T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:33:36.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenji</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5toYZvcYbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wwL6hDseNpk/s1600-h/IMG_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5toYZvcYbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wwL6hDseNpk/s320/IMG_1276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448062942670774706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour to cake and pastry section. Here we have various types of cakes, including tarts, 'kuai ling gou', etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tPx__r0VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Th5knVMBufI/s1600-h/IMG_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tPx__r0VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Th5knVMBufI/s320/IMG_1282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448035894645477714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of a lobster signifies the grand-ish of this pure lobster-salad coated with fresh mayonnaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tOsxeEiQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GTFCHkgTKe8/s1600-h/IMG_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tOsxeEiQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GTFCHkgTKe8/s320/IMG_1285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448034705335421186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour to the seafood section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tNgQcabcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WJ34H0K_l8s/s1600-h/IMG_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tNgQcabcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WJ34H0K_l8s/s320/IMG_1286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448033390800039362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety of small plates Japanese cuisine: One of my favorite, 'part' raw eggs served with Japanese style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tMkPbKcDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vYw1FKox_Ks/s1600-h/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tMkPbKcDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vYw1FKox_Ks/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448032359734210610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other small plates cuisine: Baby octopus served with sweet spicy sauce. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tLeOfMVTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uYrj26t6-Ec/s1600-h/IMG_1263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tLeOfMVTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uYrj26t6-Ec/s320/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448031156891833650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyster!! Defined to be one of the most expensive Japanese cuisine, served raw and fresh; either eaten raw or for some, a little drop of lemon juice would be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tK05wKAjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QeKEkMJFKTE/s1600-h/IMG_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tK05wKAjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QeKEkMJFKTE/s320/IMG_1251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448030446951203378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cod fish! Also one of the grand-ish cuisine in Tenji (Recommended to try it out). P/S: We ordered 15 plates of it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tKAFsJfzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2eLMyihq9-A/s1600-h/IMG_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5tKAFsJfzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2eLMyihq9-A/s320/IMG_1245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448029539622551346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steam/Burned crab served best when it is hot. Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Häagen-Dazs ice-creams are available (at most 6 flavors), Kindori and Baskin Robins too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-1443799085329572525?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/1443799085329572525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenji.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1443799085329572525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1443799085329572525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenji.html' title='Tenji'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/S5toYZvcYbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wwL6hDseNpk/s72-c/IMG_1276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8794441217051038119</id><published>2010-03-12T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:04:08.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day's lesson</title><content type='html'>I walk the streets of Earth just like every other mortal does; I strive and work my ass off, though not to that extreme, just like every other mortal too. I doubt how reliable this would be, knowing the extent of my capabilities; I tried not to be the worst but I turn out to be one after all. What a life I had to make my life a complete failure.&lt;br /&gt;Quoted by Michael Ch'ng 2010 ~Unimaginable Thoughts~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are the same being, but what separates us makes us a different being.&lt;br /&gt;Quoted by Michael Ch'ng 2010 ~Unimaginable Thoughts~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed how far I've traveled; But today, I realized that nothing makes sense anymore. Everything is just an empty piece of paper, waiting to be scribbled on and finally being cast away. Is it not that kind of life that we are living in now?&lt;br /&gt;Quoted by Michael Ch'ng 2010 ~Unimaginable Thoughts~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8794441217051038119?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8794441217051038119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8794441217051038119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8794441217051038119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-lesson.html' title='A day&apos;s lesson'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-4252583131342151899</id><published>2010-01-07T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:27:00.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-A-I-L-U-R-E</title><content type='html'>Utmost Failure - I am always, forever and eternally a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have failed to keep things steady and consistent; I have failed to maintain my expectations; I have practically failed in everything I do, all the times. Sometimes, I feel rejected by my own dreams. People always said," Dream big, son." Could I ever possibly dream to the extent of ignoring what will happen or has happened in life? Perhaps, a person deemed as failure has no rights at all to be entitled even a tiny bits of it. It is not that I have not tried and perform my best, maybe I could put in a little bit more effort that usual. I'm not the nerd kind of guy who would sit down whole day reading and memorizing every single page of the book, I just want to be who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-4252583131342151899?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/4252583131342151899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-i-l-u-r-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4252583131342151899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4252583131342151899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-i-l-u-r-e.html' title='F-A-I-L-U-R-E'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5957726598057986360</id><published>2009-12-21T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:56:59.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure - Introduction</title><content type='html'>----------Failure. The word itself is so profound but different people see failure in a completely different perspective. Very often, failure is associated with defeat, the inability to rise from a deep fall and the complete humiliation that comes from it. This group of people perceive failure negatively in such a way that failure is the doomsday. The encounter with failure ends with total destruction of lives and even their future. To them, failure is not just an obstacle. It is more than a just a stumbling block, it is more than just a hindrance, it is the boundary between life and death. Furthermore, their obsession with failure has led them nowhere and they are forever trapped inside their world where failure rules over their mind. For some people, failure is nothing but just a life's norm. This group sees failure in a different manner. To them, failure is a part of their lives but they tend to be ignorant and treat it lightly because they fail to grab the real meaning of failure. Hence, their lives are monotonous and dull. On the other hand, only some minorities in the society define failure to be the beginning of every life's event. To them, failure is common in life. Everytime they stumble upon failure, they have to comprehend the meaning behind its existence in that particular event, the causes and effects that it brings. Failing to comprehend every aspect of failure will eventually lead to ignorance. Nonetheless, the definition of failure is not limited and it varies from one individual to another. Where people go, success and failure clash but only one will emerge victorious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5957726598057986360?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5957726598057986360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/failure-introduction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5957726598057986360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5957726598057986360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/failure-introduction.html' title='Failure - Introduction'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-2696989176234337034</id><published>2009-12-21T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:59:46.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Inequality - Academic Writing</title><content type='html'>In this era of gender inequality, women have transcended their passive self and have asserted their rights to enter all male dominant field including the army and navy. Take a position on this issue and argue whether woman should be involved in the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Looking seductive and elegant parading the streets and rocking the road with their high heels, they walk as equal amongst the male community. In today's society, women are no longer treated as a weaker species but they are given much more opportunities for education and employment than ever before. Women are no longer caged in the house performing dull house-chores and babysitting. Instead, they obtain their rightful freedom and venture out to the male dominated society competing against men only to be acknowledged as their counterparts. Their courage and actions are applaudable but their struggle to alter the society's mindset that men are always a status higher than women often meet a stumbling block. This essay argues on whether women should be involved in the military sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- Very often, women are perceived as being physically unfit and not built for military sector because the term military is always associated with physical endurance and strength. Back in history, the army and navy profession are strictly a male's job due to strict and tough training programme. For instance, jungle trekking, mountain climbing and sea rescue requires much more endurance than any women can handle. Although some people may disagree with this theory but the society has long stereotyped the military sector to be a male field. As a results, it continued to be until today. Imagine a women spending most of her time in the sea adapting to the rough sea condition and unpredictable weather, she who possessed female characteristics are much more vulnerable to dangers, physically and mentally compared to men. Thus, there is no doubt that women are less suitable to enrol themselves in the military sector because they are not as capable as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Other than that, women are also being labeled emotionally unfit because of their inability to control and suppress their emotions, which made them weaker and vulnerable. On the battlefield, death are unavoidable. There will always be the wounded, the blind, the paralyzed and the ones incapable of even performing simply task of eating and drinking. Too frequent exposure to this environment will undoubtedly leave a scar in their mind as the situation is psychologically disturbing. Without doubt, it greatly affects one's emotions whether man or woman. Nevertheless, men are capable of suppressing their feelings and this is what earned their positions in the military and at the front line of the battlefield. Although many claims that women have better self-control but it is always the case where women shed tears for failing to control their emotions. It can be concluded that men are slightly better than women in concealing their emotions during hardships and that women are emotionally unfit to be in the military. Hence, being physically and emotionally fit, men are always one step ahead of women in these fields though to some extent, women sometimes lead the path of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Unlike men who always emphasized of strength and physical endurance, women are more delicate and committed to their jobs. From a research, it is known that women have greater finger agility than men. By blending women into the military sector, the can opt for medical positions such a doctors, medics and nurses. Instead of carrying the role as fighter, they tend the wounded, playing the healing role. Furthermore, it is believed that the presence of opposite gender in the battlefield indirectly increases the army's morale. Until today, the reasons have yet to be discovered. Therefore, women should be given a chance to participate in the military sector and should be cleared from the discrimination of not being able to contribute to the country and people. Though physically and emotionally unfit, women are much more delicate and committed in their profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- In a nutshell, the participation of women into the military sector depends on the discretion of the society whether to abolish the traditional mindset of keeping women as housewives or by granting them freedom to choose their future. From my point of view, I believe that the battlefield is no place for women, and thus only men should be granted access to battlefield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-2696989176234337034?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/2696989176234337034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/gender-inequality-academic-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2696989176234337034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2696989176234337034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/gender-inequality-academic-writing.html' title='Gender Inequality - Academic Writing'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-938657548925992593</id><published>2009-12-21T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:17:23.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cheating Heart</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been tempted to cheat on your partners or even your best friends? Have you ever think badly about them and feel that they are just mere tools that you could manipulate till the end? Have you ever lied intentionally to these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although love constitutes a relationship, it never builds them. In fact, a relationship is build on trust. With love but without trust, a relationship fails to manifest. Very often, the urge and temptation to cheat and lie on your partners or best friends stem from your very own heart. Your self-control. Your inner desire. Whether to cheat or to be loyal, whether to manipulate them or to stand by their side, to be a honest person or a 'bad ass' is entirely your choice because you are in control of yourself. Remember that choices are always available in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-938657548925992593?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/938657548925992593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-cheating-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/938657548925992593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/938657548925992593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-cheating-heart.html' title='Your Cheating Heart'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-1881381319961251940</id><published>2009-12-21T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:05:09.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraphrasing - Academic Writing</title><content type='html'>1. Of the more than 1000 cycling deaths each year, three fourth are caused by head injuries. Half of those killed are school-age children. One study concluded that wearing a bike helmet can reduce the risk of head injury by 85 percent. In an accident, a bike helmet absorbs the shock and cushions the head."Bike Helmet: Unused Lifesavers"&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Reports (May1990): 348.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Consumer Report (1990), deaths from cycling are accumulated to more than 1000 victims annually with 75 percent due to head injuries and 50 percent of those deceased are adolescent. The risk of injury to head can be lowered to almost 90 percent using head gear based on a research. The head gear is capable of cushioning the head and reduces the shock from a crash.&lt;br /&gt;Bike Helmet: Unused Lifesavers. (1990). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Consumer Report&lt;/span&gt;, 348.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While the Sears Tower is arguably the greatest achievement in skyscraper engineering so far, it's unlikely that architects and engineers have abandoned the quests for the world's tallest building. The question is; just how high can a building go? Structural engineer William LeMessurier has designed a skyscraper nearly one-half mile high, twice as tall as the Sears Tower. And architect Robert Sobel claims that existing technology could produce a 500-story building. From Ron Bachman, "Reaching for the Sky." Dial (May 1990): 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Bachman (1990) argued that architects and scientists are always on the mission to build a building even taller than Sears Tower which is considered the finest architecture. But the limitations of the height of buildings remain unknown. A skyscraper almost one-half mile high and double the height of Sears tower has been modelled by William LeMessurier and Robert Sobel proposed that a 500-story building could be engineered with the current brainpower and machine.&lt;br /&gt;Bachman, R. (1990). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reaching for the Sky&lt;/span&gt;. Dial, 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A key factor in explaining the sad state of American education can be found in over bureaucratization, which is seen in the compulsion to consolidate our public schools into massive factories and to increase to mammoth size our universities even in under populated states. The problem with bureaucracies is that they have to work hard and long to keep from substituting self-serving survival and growth for their original primary objective. Few succeed. Bureaucracies have no soul, no memory, no conscience. If there is a single stumbling block on the road to the future, it is the bureaucracy as we know it. Edward T. Hall, Beyond Culture, Anchor Publishing, 1977, p.219.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward T. Hall (1977) discussed that bureaucratization is the main factor of the degrading status of American education which combines the public institutions into enormous industrial units and to greatly expand the size of the tertiary institutions in less populated area. In bureaucratization, its primary objective is to work fruitlessly in order to survive. However, many failed because bureaucracies are cold and heartless. Bureaucracy is the only hindrance for future undertakings.&lt;br /&gt;Hall, E.T. (1977). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beyond Culture&lt;/span&gt;. Anchor Publishing, p. 219.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-1881381319961251940?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/1881381319961251940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/paraphrasing-academic-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1881381319961251940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1881381319961251940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/paraphrasing-academic-writing.html' title='Paraphrasing - Academic Writing'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-1196739044214703511</id><published>2009-12-21T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:35:25.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is smoking harmful?</title><content type='html'>----------Every puff of smoke a smoker inhales into his lungs, the higher the chances of getting lung cancer and many other related diseases, such as liver and kidney disorder and even the potential of developing benign tumour in the body cells. The smoke contains toxins and chemical substances, mainly carcinogens. Carcinogens are dangerous chemical because once inhaled into the body's immune system, it replenishes the cells giving it more energy and thus, increases one's metabolism rate. Beneficial at first, carcinogens do more good than harm. In long term, carcinogens pose dangerous risk of mutating normal cells into cancer cells, which will eventually destroy other healthy cells in the body. Thus, smoking should always be the last option because the effects are tremendously disastrous not only to smokers but people around them as well. The effects of smoking range from burning away money and killing other innocent non-smokers. However, smokers have different perception on smoking because they believe that the benefits of smoking far outweigh the harm it does, by providing a sense of relaxation and releasing stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Smoking is bad habit because it burns away the hard-earned money. Smokers tend to be addicted after having few smokes of cigarettes because of the presence of a chemical inside the ingredients of a cigarette. A study has shown that a normal person who smokes usually spend one fifth of his salary on cigarettes a month. In addition, many cases of broken families are also closely related to smoking issues. The amount spent on dozens of boxes of cigarettes to satisfy the addiction can actually be spend wisely on bringing up the family by supporting children to schools and colleges,  provide proper food with proper nutrition, appropriate shelter and clothing. These basic needs should be fulfilled in a family before burning the hard-earned money by smoking which indirectly causes poverty and broken families in many societies. Thus, smoking is definitely a habit to be avoided because it burns away the hard-earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------On the other hand, smoking can be so dangerous that it is able to kill other non-smokers around them. Smokers inhale the smoke from the cigarettes and exhale another kind of smoke, called a second-hand smoke. When a smoker enters a particular vicinity and smokes, upon leaving the area, the smoker left behind a scent of smoke which is the second-hand smoke. Although second-hand smoke is not as dangerous as the original smoke inhaled by the smokers, it still poses similar dangers and effects to people who unintentionally exhale it. Lung cancer, kidney and liver disorder which initially are the diseases capable of infecting the smokers are now capable of infecting the non-smokers as well. Indirectly, non-smokers who come into contact with smokers pose greater risk of developing these deadly diseases. Moreover, the existence of third-hand smoke also increases the risk for non-smokers. Smoke attached to furniture, clothes, shirts and other fabric materials are known as third-hand smoke. Hence, the effect of smoking is too extreme because it is capable of taking the lives of even the non-smokers. Smoking brings more harms than benefits because of its disastrous nature but smokers have their stand against the harm that smoking causes and argued that it benefits them greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Smokers have different views and ideas on smoking because they are the victims. To them, smoking provides a sense of relaxation and the means of releasing stress and tension. In the male dominated society, men tend to be the breadwinner of the family, carrying the burden of supporting every family member. Thus, they are constantly being exposed to stress and tension at workplace and even in their normal interactions in life. Without a proper means of releasing the build up negative energy, men resort to smoking as a means of getting rid of their problems. By smoking, they feel relaxed and at ease, living in their peaceful world free of problems. As time passed, smoking has turned into an addiction, a haven for men where they can have constant self control of themselves and also a tool to show their masculinity. In other words, smoking has sunk deep into their lives, becoming part of them. For smokers, a day without cigarettes to smoke is equivalent to living in hell because of the addiction. Hence, to smokers, smoking benefits them more than they could imagine by providing them a life free of stress and tension, filled with relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------In a nutshell, smoking harms the smokers more than it could benefit them but smokers define smoking the other way round, it benefits them more than it harms them. The different perceptions come from the views of smoker and non-smokers. Smokers enjoy the feelings they obtained from smoking regardless of the consequences but non-smokers fear for their lives, fear of contracting the deadly diseases and fear of death. Therefore, it depends on the majority voice of the society and also the government on the degree of harmfulness of smoking. In my point of view, I believe smoking is harmful not only to humans but to the environment as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-1196739044214703511?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/1196739044214703511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-is-smoking-harmful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1196739044214703511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1196739044214703511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-is-smoking-harmful.html' title='How is smoking harmful?'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-4073907785935803306</id><published>2009-12-21T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:39:15.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can 1Malaysia concept take off in the society?</title><content type='html'>----------A unique country with diverse culture and races, Malaysia has strived to make its name known to the world. Having multiple of races under one roof such as Chinese, Indian, Muslim and other minority races prove Malaysia as a multicultural society whereby different ethnic groups can retain and practice their subcultures. It is therefore consistent with the environment of Malaysia that our Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Abdul Razak introduced the concept of 1Malaysia. This concept brings together the society as a whole, forms them into a team regardless of their races and ethnicity to achieve one common objective. Though its implementation has yet to manifest, the concept of 1Malaysia is seen to bring about abundant benefits to the society, mainly foster national unity and enhances economic growth in the society. However, some minority groups have different perception on the concept and thus, refuse to acknowledge the benefits it brings. Instead they see the concept as empowering the influences of certain races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Undoubtedly, by bringing the society together, 1Malaysia concept can foster national unity among the different races in Malaysia. Although there are still riots and demonstration on issues regarding races, the introduction of 1Malaysia concept has slowly altered the mind of many who stereotype their own race into a neutral zone, whereby they start to accept other races into their lives. In school, seeds of patriotism are being planted in younger generations by teaching of history, civics and social studies in their formal curriculum. Besides that, the concept of 1Malaysia also encourages participation of different races into non-academic activities, especially sports and recreation. Sports are the perfect tool to bring together many races, to cooperate together within a team, to achieve a single goal. On special occasions such as festivals, open house brings together many races to celebrate a festival regardless of races. For example, during Hari Raya AidilFitri, non-Muslim such as Indian and Chinese can be seen flocking the open house festival together with the Muslims to celebrate the joyful occasion. Thus, the concept of 1Malaysia has successfully foster national unity among majority of Malaysians even though there are still minorities that simply enjoy to go against the norm in the society. 1Malaysia can definitely foster national unity among many races in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Moreover, 1Malaysia concept can enhance economic growth. The aim of 1Malaysia is to bring the nation together to achieve a common goal. A few decades ago just after independence, Malaysians are still glued to their own races. The Malays plant paddy in the outskirt and kampung, the Chinese involves themselves in mining activities and some small business while the Indians are grouped together in rubber estates. Today with the implementation of 1Malaysia concept, no races are subjected to this discrimination of occupations. Everyone is equal and has similar rights in getting employment in various fields. Therefore, many races working together under a single company can definitely boost the growth and profits of the company. Similarly, many races working together in a single nation can boost the economic growth as they form a single entity. Hence, the Malaysian economic system can definitely outgrow itself to a higher standard with cooperation of multiple races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Although the concept of 1Malaysia has bring about abundant benefits to society in terms of social unity and economic growth, it is still far from perfect as it empowers the influences of a particular race. In political field, there has been a stereotype to one race that holds power and authority. Even though other races are given the opportunity to engage in the political field as well as assisting in the government associations, there are only a small percentage of them. The concept of 1Malaysia that upholds the value of unity and cooperation among different races fails to manifest in the political field. Many corruptions and money laundry are being associated with these people of authority and most of them have similar race. Yet, no stern actions are being taken by the government immediately. In addition, the concept of 1Malaysia urges other races to accept the special rights and privileges own by one particular race in Malaysia. In this situation, the concept of 1Malaysia fails because in bringing the races together, members are to accept each others differences and special rights without any doubts, even if the particular race stands above other races by taking all the benefits from the government. Hence, 1Malaysia is far from reaching its goal as it empowers the influences of a particular race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------In a nutshell, the pros of 1Malaysia concept outweigh the cons. Although the concept excels in the social and economic factors, it fails to take into consideration the political factor. The concept is definitely worth applauding because it helps to generate a feeling of unity among the various races and indirectly enhances the country's economic sector to a wider horizon. Despite the benefits, harms tag along and it depends on the society to reach a consensus whether to accept 1Malaysia or to alienate it. As for me, I am definitely supporting the concept because I believe chances are created. Therefore, 1Malaysia concept should be given more time to reveal its true potential because it is rather early to reach a consensus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-4073907785935803306?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/4073907785935803306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-1malaysia-concept-take-off-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4073907785935803306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4073907785935803306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-1malaysia-concept-take-off-in.html' title='Can 1Malaysia concept take off in the society?'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5407351960190694035</id><published>2009-12-12T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:51:57.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do humans read ?</title><content type='html'>----------Words are powerful tools that can penetrate deep into one's soul and emotions. It is so powerful that even the writers are afraid of them. It can solve disputes but at the same time, create chaos and destruction in the society. Thus, writers around the world have put together pages and pages of printed words in books to convey their messages, ideas and imagination. With the availability of bookstores just around the corner of every neighborhood, youth and adults have the opportunity to stop by anytime to grab or buy a book for reading. Until today, reading has been the most popular pastime activities for youth, adults and even the older generation. Reading books improves our vocabulary bank, increases our knowledge on moral values and facts about the world, improve the nation and our language (This essay will talk about effects of reading).&lt;br /&gt;----------Reading improves our vocabulary bank and language. There are various genres of books with diverse topics ranging from romance, horror, crime, thriller and others. These different genres offers different writing styles, good grammar usage and structures. For instance, romance books are much more detailed and complicated in explaining a situation involving emotions and feelings while horror books prove to be better in describing the detailed settings of a haunted scene. Furthermore, reading variety of genres of books widens our vocabulary and language usage as we tend to pick up interesting sentences and look up for difficult words in the dictionary. As a result, we are able to enhance our vocabulary bank. Hence, reading definitely helps our vocabulary bank to evolve to a higher standard.&lt;br /&gt;----------Another benefits of reading is, it increases our knowledge on moral values and facts about the world. Non-fiction books on environment and current global issues help us to comprehend the devastating state of our world that has been polluted by chemicals and toxins from human activities. Besides environmental issues, there are also books concerning governmental organizations, biography of prestigious leaders and the latest technology on the road. These books contain facts about our physical and social world. Unlike non-fiction books, fiction books carve a deep impression in the reader's heart with profound moral values. Readers can utilize these moral values and adapt the lessons they have learned into their real lives. Reading never fails to leave good impression the hearts of every reader. Therefore, reading should be made a child's career because it increases our knowledge on moral values and crucial facts about the world.&lt;br /&gt;----------On the other hand, reading improves the nation itself. If reading habit is instilled in children at a younger age, they will develop affections towards reading for years to come. As a result, it will increase the literacy rate in the country as majority citizens able to read. Economically, there will be drastic increase in book sales and publishing house with the ever increasing demand for more books. As more books are becoming available throughout, the tax on the imported books will greatly contribute to the government's revenue. Moreover, frequent reading will increase the concept of critical thinking and decision making which are vital in the competing society today. With the abundant benefits obtained solely from reading, it is no doubt that reading improves the nation.&lt;br /&gt;----------In a nutshell, reading influences our lives by shaping it towards a better future. William Faulkner once said, "Read, read, read." Reading is enjoyable. At the end of the day, those who are not able to read will be outcast from the society because the greatest gift in life it the passion for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5407351960190694035?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5407351960190694035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-humans-read.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5407351960190694035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5407351960190694035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-humans-read.html' title='Why do humans read ?'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-7899639844623960687</id><published>2009-12-12T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:28:45.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Side of Human Beings</title><content type='html'>We are born under the light of heaven, where evils cannot penetrate our innocent souls. However, as we walk the the Earth, we begin to pollute ourselves with sinful and vehement acts. We turn selfish; we develop greed and lust; we kill; we rape; we torture. We loss ourselves in the midst of acquiring power and money. It totally blinded our eyes and souls. &lt;br /&gt;And we walk without visual assistance only to be guided by our own emotions; constantly unstable and vulnerable to evil temptations. Everyday, we seek more power and money. The next day, next week or next year, it goes the same. &lt;br /&gt;Power. &lt;br /&gt;Money. &lt;br /&gt;We could never grow tired of looking for more, even if it requires sacrifices, we willingly offer them regardless of whatever the conditions would be.&lt;br /&gt;It never suffice.&lt;br /&gt;It never will. &lt;br /&gt;The souls are tainted. The once white cloth, has turned into the ugliest color, that not even light can pierce through the small little fabric. It devours it completely leaving no trace of existence.&lt;br /&gt;Black. &lt;br /&gt;The color of damnation.&lt;br /&gt;The color of death.&lt;br /&gt;The color of despair.&lt;br /&gt;Our souls are tainted but there could still be hope for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;No man has ever escape the temptations of devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-7899639844623960687?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/7899639844623960687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-side-of-human-beings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7899639844623960687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7899639844623960687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-side-of-human-beings.html' title='The Dark Side of Human Beings'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8608767106648540875</id><published>2009-12-01T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:47:00.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know ?</title><content type='html'>There are times when you feel the world is on your shoulder. Having to carry the burden by yourself, you feel rage and anger; those deep and dark emotions start to flow out from your inner being. Your once modest and calm personalities turn into devil-like. Your once sweet smile turns a complete sour. However, I just stood there knowing that no matter how evil you are, I will always stand by your side with the knowledge that 'there is still some good left inside you.' No matter how hard it is, I will guide you to the light, to the hope so you will return to your true self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8608767106648540875?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8608767106648540875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8608767106648540875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8608767106648540875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know ?'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5412390124178638465</id><published>2009-11-30T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:15:40.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Nobody But Yourself</title><content type='html'>Believe me when I say, "Trust nobody but yourself."&lt;br /&gt;The moment that you learn to depend on someone, you have indirectly put yourself in danger. Humans are vulnerable beings, to the extent that they easily fall for emotions and lust. However, they can also be the worst, to the extent of behaving like a monster. They care less about what happens in future; what is important is the present life. This is what we are, the mankind of today.&lt;br /&gt;To put your trust into someone else is easy, but to make them trust you is another chapter of life. Trust is necessary to survive in the society because without it, you will have to depend on yourself and there is simply no other way for you to rely on other people. Isn't it cruel ?&lt;br /&gt;But try to think of it as a challenge, being independent is a good thing. Although you lack of socialization which according to sociology, it might be a hindrance to your life, it does not imply that you are an outcast. Is that really important ? Do you truly believe that those decision makers, politicians, leaders, lawyers.etc. are better than you ? It is your choice. You determine the course of your life.&lt;br /&gt;No one controls you, not God, not me, not a single person in this world. It is you alone. Putting your trust wrongly can be fatal, but at the same time, putting your trust on someone worthy, might just earn you something precious in life. You need to trust yourself to put your trust into the correct person. Hence, trust yourself to do the right thing and no one else besides your own heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5412390124178638465?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5412390124178638465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/11/trust-nobody-but-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5412390124178638465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5412390124178638465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/11/trust-nobody-but-yourself.html' title='Trust Nobody But Yourself'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-3948176296109731306</id><published>2009-11-20T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:48:43.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>With tears rolling down,&lt;br /&gt;It fell and dropped,&lt;br /&gt;Onto my little palms,&lt;br /&gt;I held it near,&lt;br /&gt;Tasted it,&lt;br /&gt;Felt it,&lt;br /&gt;It was warmth and comforting,&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt,&lt;br /&gt;It was my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Complicated and incomprehensible,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet instead of saline,&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated,&lt;br /&gt;Again I tasted,&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't sweet anymore,&lt;br /&gt;It tasted bitter,&lt;br /&gt;How could I possibly comprehend such mixed emotions,&lt;br /&gt;How could I,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could ever understand what I'm truly thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I could,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps understand the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-3948176296109731306?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/3948176296109731306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3948176296109731306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3948176296109731306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8070127719021163578</id><published>2009-11-17T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:08:17.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teambuilding</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five weeks are all the times we have together. From the first day, we were just strangers to each other, staring at unfamiliar faces and talking in an awkward manner. On the second day, we got to know each other a little deeper by opening our hearts to those whom we trusted. On the third day, we shared our little secrets to whom we called friends. On the fourth day, we practically poured everything out, from sadness to happiness, to whom we called best friends. The day never comes to an end but the moments together are limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday when I know you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really know you that well ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the times we are together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played, jokes,cried and laughed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not hope for more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enlighten my dull life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling it with colors of rainbows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish time could be longer for us to be together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But destiny calls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss every single moment of ours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what we have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are only memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us keep it, share it, and never forget it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is what keeps us closer to each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8070127719021163578?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8070127719021163578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/11/teambuilding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8070127719021163578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8070127719021163578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/11/teambuilding.html' title='Teambuilding'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-7665143630043035354</id><published>2009-10-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:14:44.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have life been too  simple yet it seems like thousand miles before you reach your goal ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&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/3163946007963885352-7665143630043035354?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/7665143630043035354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/10/philosophy-of-day_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7665143630043035354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7665143630043035354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/10/philosophy-of-day_12.html' title='Philosophy of the Day'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-4833691350390961731</id><published>2009-10-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:53:21.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Gately - Boyzone</title><content type='html'>It is sad that you are no longer with us. However, we will always remember you for who you are. We will always be with you so that you are never lonely. Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM9g7YlKkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VRNlVVdC0oI/s1600-h/gateley516_61107a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM9g7YlKkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VRNlVVdC0oI/s320/gateley516_61107a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391720814798514754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                        Stephen Gately - 1976-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stephen Gately was born in Ireland in March 1976 and joined Boyzone in 1993 after  answering an advert in Dublin to audition for Ireland's first boyband.  &lt;p&gt; He and Ronan Keating shared lead vocals and band had huge success with six  singles reaching reaching number one, including "Stay" in 2001.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The band decided in 2000 to move on to solo projects. Gately was the first  with his debut solo single titled New Beginning and later a debut solo album  of the same name.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; He went on to appear in various stage productions including starring in Joseph &amp;amp;  The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Gately hit the head lines in June 1999 when he admitted he was gay in our  sister paper the Sun disappointing hundreds of his girl fans. His manager  Louis Walsh was unaware of Gately's sexuality when he selected him for the  band and has said that, had he known, he would have thought twice before  picking him, citing that "it wasn't cool then to have a gay guy in a  band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(As for my own opinion, I don't think being gay is not cool, in fact, it is cool. I admire your courage for standing out for your own sexuality. Even though people do not accept you, it is who you really are and that is what makes you Stephen Gately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Gately wed Andrew Cowles, first in a commitment ceremony in Las Vegas in 2003  and more formally in a civil partnership ceremony in London in 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StNAGbT-F1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nACrCC6YMbk/s1600-h/article-0-06C7C297000005DC-940_468x660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StNAGbT-F1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nACrCC6YMbk/s320/article-0-06C7C297000005DC-940_468x660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391723658047526738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy times: Andrew Cowles and Stephen Gately after their civil partnership ceremony at the Goring Hotel in London&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Boyzone got back together in 2008 and Gately was enjoying the second coming  when he tragically died last night in Majorca. This year in had made his  film debut in the horror movie Credo.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Last week he attended the Pride of Britain Awards and the band were intending  on bringing out a new album in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;More pictures of Boyzone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM7-2T927I/AAAAAAAAAFY/9K3oNT6BAxU/s1600-h/article-1022135-016341D400000578-970_468x532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM7-2T927I/AAAAAAAAAFY/9K3oNT6BAxU/s320/article-1022135-016341D400000578-970_468x532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391719129809804210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                   Heart-throb: Stephen Gately flexes his muscles on stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM751Eqd6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RUgfB86obDk/s1600-h/article-1022135-01627E1600000578-388_468x354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM751Eqd6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RUgfB86obDk/s320/article-1022135-01627E1600000578-388_468x354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391719043577837474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reunited: Boyzone take to the stage after an eight year hiatus at the Belfast Odyssey Arena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM71YULNCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mN4r8uk9rto/s1600-h/article-0-0162C2BE00000578-601_468x321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StM71YULNCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mN4r8uk9rto/s320/article-0-0162C2BE00000578-601_468x321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391718967138792482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full Monty: Boyzone show off their newly-toned bodies in a homage to the classic British comedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StNBiEWSukI/AAAAAAAAAFw/z_mNzMYMO4c/s1600-h/article-1022135-015B65CB0000044D-969_468x378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/StNBiEWSukI/AAAAAAAAAFw/z_mNzMYMO4c/s320/article-1022135-015B65CB0000044D-969_468x378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391725232431217218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As they were: The group at the height of their fame in the 1990s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Passage taken from:&lt;br /&gt;News of the World&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/news/544219/Boyzone-star-Stephen-Gately-dies.html#comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken from:&lt;br /&gt;Mail Online&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1219826/Stephen-Gately-Police-trace-Bulgarian-man-Boyzone-star-husband-took-1m-home-night-died.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-4833691350390961731?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/4833691350390961731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/10/stephen-gately-boyzone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4833691350390961731'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Philosophy of the Day</title><content type='html'>Love them for who they are but not for what they possess,&lt;br /&gt;Love through their hearts but not through simple words,&lt;br /&gt;Love their inner beauty not just physically,&lt;br /&gt;Love them because you care for them,&lt;br /&gt;Love them because they love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Michael Ch'ng~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-6467798550627248322?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/6467798550627248322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/10/philosophy-of-day_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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what you becomes determine your future ~ Michael Ch'ng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-2390988403430081256?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/2390988403430081256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/10/philosophy-of-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2390988403430081256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2390988403430081256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/10/philosophy-of-day.html' title='Philosophy of the Day'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-410277564955473963</id><published>2009-09-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:01:26.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Statistics Class'/><title type='text'>Moments of My Life</title><content type='html'>The journey of my life started in Penang. After graduating from the oldest school in South East Asia (Penang Free School a.k.a. PFS), I chose to do A-Levels in Disted Stamford College.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my college lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9rQjURHlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qROh44LP0a0/s1600-h/n774770127_2935233_5405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9rQjURHlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qROh44LP0a0/s320/n774770127_2935233_5405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141611460730450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disted Stamford College Year 2008: Statistics Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9p4EsbtDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/T5TxINj-hRU/s1600-h/n774770127_3005582_8275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9p4EsbtDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/T5TxINj-hRU/s320/n774770127_3005582_8275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386140091412100146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't be mistaken. This ain't any prom night. It's self organized dinner to celebrate the end of our course. In the picture, Reagen (Prom King).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last six months of holidays before deciding to venture down to KL for Actuarial Science in UTAR, Setapak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9maP7ZOrI/AAAAAAAAADA/39HF_dFO03E/s1600-h/n623899052_1195718_9481.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/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9maP7ZOrI/AAAAAAAAADA/39HF_dFO03E/s320/n623899052_1195718_9481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386136280496683698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                              My best friend-Dominic (behind the scene). Venue: Batu Ferrighi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9pAiyEALI/AAAAAAAAAEg/01ZH09QcpbE/s1600-h/n615427339_1145917_6191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9pAiyEALI/AAAAAAAAAEg/01ZH09QcpbE/s320/n615427339_1145917_6191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386139137416102066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                         2-days trip to Batu Ferringhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9pu5XPUMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4u6HpZTrLb4/s1600-h/n623899052_1195772_2921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9pu5XPUMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4u6HpZTrLb4/s320/n623899052_1195772_2921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386139933751595202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                 During Christmas....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my common holiday locations, Genting Highlands. To be honest, I've been there for more than 10 times ever since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9phqtQhnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wkSzon-EAfo/s1600-h/n774770127_3757715_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9phqtQhnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wkSzon-EAfo/s320/n774770127_3757715_1628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386139706479117938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                    Preparing for rock climbing, one of my favorite sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9o6_f2sbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bRDQHVR1CJM/s1600-h/n774770127_3757910_8862.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/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9o6_f2sbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bRDQHVR1CJM/s320/n774770127_3757910_8862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386139042045145522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                         Year 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nXyIbwFI/AAAAAAAAADY/qVDOmCXdw28/s1600-h/4458_89076231826_556601826_1793557_1195907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nXyIbwFI/AAAAAAAAADY/qVDOmCXdw28/s320/4458_89076231826_556601826_1793557_1195907_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137337650200658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nz3nPWII/AAAAAAAAAD4/JjKB4qkJKL0/s1600-h/4631_106322817999_776732999_2708260_3367863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nz3nPWII/AAAAAAAAAD4/JjKB4qkJKL0/s320/4631_106322817999_776732999_2708260_3367863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137820157925506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                         Year 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, the second semester in UTAR has ended. Come to think of it, I have been here in KL for at least 9 months now. I'll be coming back for short semester, which is 7 weeks long. Time definitely flies. Don't you guys out there agree ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9oXm-If7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2rP7CM8GnS0/s1600-h/3306_71866936826_556601826_1554273_8037097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9oXm-If7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2rP7CM8GnS0/s320/3306_71866936826_556601826_1554273_8037097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386138434165833650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                          Basic Professional Writing Class (First Semester)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9oLyIu1kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4g4id9dQSho/s1600-h/4631_106315012999_776732999_2708065_6126696_n.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/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9oLyIu1kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4g4id9dQSho/s320/4631_106315012999_776732999_2708065_6126696_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386138231004649026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                            Birthday present from my fellow course-mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nsUYLA2I/AAAAAAAAADw/xB3nwMld4ms/s1600-h/4458_87997361826_556601826_1774604_4962088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nsUYLA2I/AAAAAAAAADw/xB3nwMld4ms/s320/4458_87997361826_556601826_1774604_4962088_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137690440401762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         The end of first semester. Trip to Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nlMBtQaI/AAAAAAAAADo/3BQbILvuM_o/s1600-h/9629_152967812999_776732999_3503869_5036841_n.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/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9nlMBtQaI/AAAAAAAAADo/3BQbILvuM_o/s320/9629_152967812999_776732999_3503869_5036841_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386137567939608994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Phoebe's Birthday (Second Semester)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's brief but that is basically my for the past one year. I'll dig out some pictures and write more about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-410277564955473963?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/410277564955473963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/09/moments-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/410277564955473963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/410277564955473963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/09/moments-of-my-life.html' title='Moments of My Life'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9rQjURHlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qROh44LP0a0/s72-c/n774770127_2935233_5405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-729513020881187685</id><published>2009-09-27T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T06:18:46.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Well, exams over. I don't know what to write about. So, I'll just post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9k7ew9vBI/AAAAAAAAACo/fiMvB0xISws/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9k7ew9vBI/AAAAAAAAACo/fiMvB0xISws/s320/DSC00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386134652391898130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9lRvwtosI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kr8qRvPGuqI/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9lRvwtosI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kr8qRvPGuqI/s320/DSC00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386135034911367874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9lh57iSBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dk-t0vNW-9Y/s1600-h/DSC00251.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/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9lh57iSBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dk-t0vNW-9Y/s320/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386135312519022610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about this little guy. His name is Papi a.k.a. Baby. It's just a translation from Hokkien. I haven't seen him for 4 months now.  Wonder how is he doing, behaving or mischievous as usual. Above are just a few random pictures of him showing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-729513020881187685?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/729513020881187685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/729513020881187685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/729513020881187685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Sr9k7ew9vBI/AAAAAAAAACo/fiMvB0xISws/s72-c/DSC00247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-3931721134622529958</id><published>2009-07-11T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:43:19.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered whether you made the right choices/decisions in life? Or have you been blaming yourself over the decision you made few years back and regretted living the life at present. What will you do if you were given a chance to go back and re-live that life? Though it sounds absurd but there are some logic behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realize that your life is a failure, you blame everyone, especially those around you. Those people close to you. However, you never take a good look at yourself. It is you who made that particular decision because you were once given a chance to choose and you have chosen. The path might not be as good as the other one but it does not mean that your life would be better by taking that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you re-live your life if you were given a chance? I believe the answer is yes. But you will soon realize that your present life is too precious to give away because every moment counts. Their impacts are such tremendous in a way you can never imagine. Your memories are your treasures. So, always keep them close to you. These memories of yours, your childhood, your birthdays, your parents, your love life - they do not come often and some, you can only experience it once in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those parents out there, I believe this is part your experience, and nothing can be more precious than seeing your own flesh being born into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The first moment when you hold your baby, and you didn't know anything can be so small so delicate and you feel the tiny heartbeat, and you know that you couldn't love anything more than the whole world. And hope that you can do right and always be there to catch her/him when she/he falls and nothing ever hurts her/him - broken arms, bad dreams, broken heart.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        Quoted from "17 Again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-3931721134622529958?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/3931721134622529958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3931721134622529958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3931721134622529958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5077847331618653176</id><published>2009-06-18T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:49:54.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think twice</title><content type='html'>Politics in Malaysia have been boiling hot. Since the change of administration, instead of focusing on developing and fulfilling their promises during the election, they came up with excuses and trying to tarnish the reputation of the previous administration. True but not supposed to be done openly and daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the whereabouts of the taxpayers' money are utmost important but improving the current economic situation comes first. Though by nature, corruption will eventually destroy the empire from within. Thus, before engaging others, reorganizing our administration structure is a priority. However, there are times for change in rules. Reorganizing is not a simple task and therefore, diverting the attention to other matters should be the wisest choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battle that takes 10 years to achieve victory is not practical and a wise general would eventually realize that engaging in the meaningless battle would only bring upon misery and suffer to the battalion and the people. Thus, looking for alternatives and try to engage other possible methods would be advisable. Looking for faults without adequate proofs is similar to digging a hole by the beach. When the sea current rises, everything will eventually be swept away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning your back on a country that provides you benefits is foolish enough to lead your entire nation, perhaps into a state of desperation. It is similar to turning your back against your parents. As far as I know, no one is that foolish unless he/she is ready to live independently. It is also of similar cases when an employee betrays the trust of his/her company. Thus, instead of creating havoc out of something small, be wise and make use of the relationship to lead to the expansion of the empire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5077847331618653176?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5077847331618653176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-twice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5077847331618653176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5077847331618653176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-twice.html' title='Think twice'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-3590486367003840846</id><published>2009-06-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:36:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequences</title><content type='html'>I have been staring at the moody sky for a long time now. Without myself realizing, my mind wanders off somewhere; to a realm of fantasy whereby the world belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you will start to understand why everything goes with a consequence. The world is fair, just and ready to dissolve your problems. However, what makes it ugly is mankind. The lust for battle and power, the unstoppable streak of insanity, and the little darkness in the heart that constantly consumes your guilt.&lt;br /&gt;A never-ending streak of war has been plaguing mankind since the birth of our very own planet, Earth. But, till today, there are people, family and children being targeted on the battlefield. Why? Are they merely tools, pawns that you can simply direct in order to determine your victory? Or maybe as it is always quoted, "sacrifices are needed for the development of a better future." Or should I say, "these are all craps! What you see in front of your eyes is the slaughtering of your very own kind."&lt;br /&gt;The victory that comes with bloodshed should always be honored but what good is that? In the end, people respect you because they fear not because you are worthy to be respected. With different approach, there will be different consequences. Life will never be the same if you walk a path less traveled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-3590486367003840846?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/3590486367003840846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/06/consequences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3590486367003840846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3590486367003840846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/06/consequences.html' title='Consequences'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8612182433838444590</id><published>2009-05-31T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:16:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I felt sorry for for my parents. Being over 40, still they are working really hard to earn a living, to feed us, to sustain a family and to provide us with proper education. It is really hard seeing them, rain or shine, out there.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, I realized how important family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ather &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;other &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou.&lt;br /&gt;There tend be arguments and fights in a family, but what is important is the needs to understand the feelings of every member in the family. Don't go around harboring hatred for you parents for scolding you because they too are trying their best to help you, to guide you down the correct path. You might regret your action one day.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to speak up and express your feelings. If you talents lie in other fields, tell them and make sure they understand. Though every parents hope is to see their children excel in education, it also their hope to see their children excel in the fields of their interest.&lt;br /&gt;Do realize one thing, life never ends. It is a continuous cycle of birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8612182433838444590?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8612182433838444590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/05/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8612182433838444590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8612182433838444590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/05/family.html' title='FAMILY'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-4054529069453550685</id><published>2009-05-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:44:59.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when the machine stops functioning, only then will we realize how important it is. We tend to take things for granted. Ignoring the facts that behind the comforts, there is a price to pay. Similar to our lives, we will never know when it will suddenly stop functioning. Thus, knowing that our future is unpredictable and complicated, yet we just live by the rules though it is meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without challenges;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without a little adventure;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without love and sex;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without embracing who we are;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without living to our very own expectation;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without having fun;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without having a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple but complicated. Just like a maze, you choose your own path, walk your own life and decide your fate. Sometimes, you will get lost in the middle of it, but by conquering your fear, you will be able to survive to find your way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-4054529069453550685?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/4054529069453550685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4054529069453550685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4054529069453550685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-3380908676550094144</id><published>2009-05-14T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:45:00.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas &amp; Peyton - One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>The hardest part of saying goodbye is having to do it again every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-3380908676550094144?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/3380908676550094144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucas-peyton-one-tree-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3380908676550094144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3380908676550094144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucas-peyton-one-tree-hill.html' title='Lucas &amp; Peyton - One Tree Hill'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-7647156748909720583</id><published>2009-04-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:19:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to ponder....</title><content type='html'>There are moments in life when you feel down and useless. Unable to perform up to standard as you've always wanted. Sometimes, we envy those who can perform very well without putting themselves in a dire condition. While us, we have to give our best and remind ourselves that a slight mistake will eventually lead to our downfall. Thus, there is no room for mistakes. Not even one.&lt;br /&gt;I believe none of us would want to live a life of full of regrets for not being able to enjoy what God has provided us. Though grades are important but what defines a truly successful person, is not limited to grades alone. It is never a good measurement of intelligence. Do you truly believe that being on top on everyone proves that you are the wisest among us ? Maybe for some reason, it is. For most of us, it is just another chapter of life.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, being special, a genius, is what most of us hope for. As a student, sitting for an exam, attending lectures and completing tutorials are just the kind of life we will be living. "If only I am smarter....", "Why can't I be as smart as him?" , " How come he can easily score full marks?" These phrases are common. They are always part of you, perhaps another personality being envious of those who perform better than you.&lt;br /&gt;However, we fail to evaluate ourselves. We never acknowledge our weaknesses. Instead, we just blame whoever, whatever, we think is wrong. God created mankind and I believe that God foresee this problem even before the birth of Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;We are unique, born with gifts and talents. But, these talents are left for us to explore. Though we are already grown-ups, but our chapters of life have just begun. We still have plenty of chapters to explore, to find the right purpose, the correct path and the wisdom of life. Thus, failure is never a dead end. It is just another chapter of life to make you stronger, wiser and better than before.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone for your finals. All the best! After this, we'll move on to another chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-7647156748909720583?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/7647156748909720583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-to-ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7647156748909720583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7647156748909720583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-to-ponder.html' title='Something to ponder....'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-2237763085112320746</id><published>2009-04-04T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:47:30.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Define failure. A word so powerful that it brought down so many allies with it. In fact, there are only two outcomes from every consequences, failure and success. You will never stay between the boundary, not even an inch from it. It is either success or failure that we choose and though we wanted success so badly, failure will always detour around looking for possible victims.&lt;br /&gt;Some people gave up. Some take it too seriously with the cost of his/her own life. Some just pretend that it never exists. Why such ignorance? Is being ignorant always the best solution to deal with failure? Some people would risk their life just to make sure failure does not occur again. They fight for what they believe is right and lead the path of success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-2237763085112320746?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/2237763085112320746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/04/failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2237763085112320746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2237763085112320746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/04/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-1626028050810707067</id><published>2009-04-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:25:12.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback!</title><content type='html'>I will be having an exam tomorrow and here I am, updating my blog after some act of disappearance. Funny though, while I'm supposed to be looking at the lecture notes, I'm typing something which is not related to the exam. I guess I'm just too tired to even look at the notes.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stare at the functions, my eyes roll around and stray elsewhere. I'm out of focus!&lt;br /&gt;Less than five minutes in a shutdown mode, distractions trigger my brain cells and I'm back online.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, typing my blog. I will be posting more stuffs on the blog later. So guys, have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-1626028050810707067?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/1626028050810707067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/04/comeback.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1626028050810707067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/1626028050810707067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/04/comeback.html' title='Comeback!'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-769003445963930731</id><published>2009-03-15T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:04:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>I believe the best thing in this world is to be able to stay close to a person whom you loved. Perhaps, others might regard this oppositely. For people with a sense of money, of course the best thing is to get rich and finally, the richest in the world. Those with sense of materiality will perhaps keep purchasing without limits. How about those with sense of education? Will they be studying all day and night long, burning midnight oil? Well, that is for you to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who could spend without worrying much about pocket money. They just need to ask more from their parents when their pockets are dry. They buy whatever they want, whatever they desire and whatever they feel is a matching to them. Such an attitude comes with a lesson to be learned at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is undeniable that money is an important tool nowadays. Without it, one will never survive in this "money world." Without a single penny in your drawer, you will never be entitled for anything, not even a slightest of mercy unless you are willing to beg for money. However, that should never be in our thoughts. Failures are not death. They do not signify the end of the world. There is always a route back to where you started from and though it is tiresome to begin the journey from scratch, it is the best possible option. Learn to overcome failure and regard it as guidance. No man will always be successful. Learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to treasure those you loved and do not disappoint them. Never leave a scar in their heart too deep, as it will develop to become hatred and vengeance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-769003445963930731?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/769003445963930731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-15-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/769003445963930731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/769003445963930731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-15-2009.html' title='March 15, 2009'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5795064955904278992</id><published>2009-03-09T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:14:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>Today, my world is going merry-go-round. I just don't have a single clue for the happening. I was supposed to 'hang out' with my buddies today which I did not attend to because I do not feel right about myself today. Since yesterday night, my feelings got mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months and a week. Until today, I was always on the run, doing something to keep myself occupied. I ignored the consequences. I pushed everything forward. I put myself on a full throttle. However, I could not fill in the blanks for today's time slot. The day is dull and my thoughts fly back to my hometown. I'm missing them - the ones that truly care for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5795064955904278992?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5795064955904278992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5795064955904278992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5795064955904278992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8645568855465025086</id><published>2009-03-08T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:05:23.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL City</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am blogging out my day after a soothing bath. A few friends of mine came down to KL yesterday and today was a sort of an outing for us. Boring! Not the outing, but KL environment. To be able to meet up with my friends was a good thing and I enjoyed the time together but, definitely not the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was hell expensive though there were some affordable ones. I just could not figure out why such a fuss of building a perfect structure and spending million on renovations and finally, selling goods with price range over the affordable budgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single item is in increasing value especially property. The increase is not normal. Well, I have strayed too far from the original content. I'll be writing about it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wangsa Maju to KL Sentral and next to Imbi, we arrived at Times Square. It was hell long. Couldn't it be any faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Times Square, we just walked around and had our lunch at McDonalds. Then, we checked out a toy shop selling collectible models of Gundams, Transformers and other anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungai Wang was our next destination but we sort of just passed by and directed ourselves to Pavilion. Again, we walked around, doing windowshopping and they bought some stuffs. My digital watch showed 6.15 p.m. at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to part. Not a complete sad moment. We'll still be meeting each other. Hope that next time, when we meet, everyone should be doing great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8645568855465025086?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8645568855465025086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8645568855465025086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8645568855465025086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/kl-city.html' title='KL City'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-5958155934258487417</id><published>2009-03-05T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:01:16.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of My Life - 5th Mac 2009</title><content type='html'>It has been two months. It is not short or a long period of time. Perhaps, still not suitable to conclude that everything is completely fine over here. Though, I agree I have no complaints and I have been adapting quite well in this new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realize that there are many chores to perform in just 24 hours alone. Seriously, time is a factor to consider here. Before that, 24 hours is more than enough for everything and the excess hours are just simply irrelevant. However, 24 hours a day is a universal agreement. There is no changes to it regardless of any circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in a meeting with HOD (Head of Departments) of Mathematical Sciences together with my class rep and AM (Applied Mathematics) course rep. Well, to describe the entire scene, it was weird to begin with. We were actually supposed to throw our comments on the lecturers credibility and also the tutors. However, none of us made and bad complaints about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, there is nothing no complain. The lecturers are great and they know their subjects well. They cannot be looking into each and every students academic performances. It is university level. Hence, you have to put more faith in yourself. Know thyself, don't lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about weather, it rains frequently here. Talking about food, I miss Penang. Well, in the movie 'Spiderman', Uncle Ben told Peter Parker, 'with great power, comes big responsibility.' In my case, with great food, comes big appetite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-5958155934258487417?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/5958155934258487417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-my-life-5th-mac-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5958155934258487417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/5958155934258487417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-my-life-5th-mac-2009.html' title='Story of My Life - 5th Mac 2009'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-4794669357344480270</id><published>2009-02-26T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:04:23.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>Well, I do not have a clue on what to write. Neither do I have new pictures to post. So, I have been flipping through my picture album and decided to post pictures of my lovely dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SaaejqQXinI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jxa1lIqfwwk/s1600-h/Dog+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SaaejqQXinI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jxa1lIqfwwk/s320/Dog+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307103546378259058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was having his lunch. Rice and meatballs. His favorite perhaps. Though he was no longer able to have it anymore, I hope he is doing well in the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Saae1zz-cKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RhIstPMTAmE/s1600-h/Dog+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/Saae1zz-cKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RhIstPMTAmE/s320/Dog+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307103858181173410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little guy was playing with the remote. How interesting! He was watching TV and looking out for the remote as well to make sure no one lays his/her hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SaafUICdx1I/AAAAAAAAACA/3I4Bo53Fiao/s1600-h/Dog+%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SaafUICdx1I/AAAAAAAAACA/3I4Bo53Fiao/s320/Dog+%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307104379006732114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired after a long day and a lovely dinner. Take care of yourself on the other side. Do not fight over something silly. Know that we will always pray for you and hope that you'll be watching over us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-4794669357344480270?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/4794669357344480270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/dogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4794669357344480270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4794669357344480270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SaaejqQXinI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jxa1lIqfwwk/s72-c/Dog+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8547389453295609087</id><published>2009-02-26T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:46:21.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.travelpod.com/users/dane/usa_-_summer_04.1091210220.raining_on_kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://images.travelpod.com/users/dane/usa_-_summer_04.1091210220.raining_on_kids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is pouring outside the window now . It has been raining frequently over the past few days. Though it's nice to sleep but sometimes, it's inconvenient. I was 20% wet today. My bag almost soaked but luckily its waterproof inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bq2bkhRbS-0/SFm8ce5C_mI/AAAAAAAABEI/EcxG7y0y1Ck/s400/big_lightning_bolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bq2bkhRbS-0/SFm8ce5C_mI/AAAAAAAABEI/EcxG7y0y1Ck/s400/big_lightning_bolt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such weather tempt to lure me to bed and put me to sleep. I fell asleep for a while, just a while on the chair with the laptop still operating. Gosh, I am just so worn out. Lack of sleep perhaps. Well then, I'll just have to sleep early today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8547389453295609087?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8547389453295609087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-is-pouring-outside-window-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8547389453295609087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8547389453295609087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-is-pouring-outside-window-now.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bq2bkhRbS-0/SFm8ce5C_mI/AAAAAAAABEI/EcxG7y0y1Ck/s72-c/big_lightning_bolt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8243815413281629032</id><published>2009-02-14T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:22:54.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>How was Valentine, guys? I supposed everything went according to the plan. For those who screwed up, better luck next time. Keep today in your diary and remember the moments together. Treasure it and take good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anyway, Valentine's over. It is 12.15 at present and I am just scribbling before I go to sleep. If you are curious about my Valentine's, I am sorry to disappoint you. In fact, Valentine's just not the suitable thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I locked myself inside the house today, watching TV and studying. Nothing much to write though. So, I guess this will be it for today. Tomorrow will just be a repetition of today. Good night guys and for the owls out there, good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8243815413281629032?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8243815413281629032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8243815413281629032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8243815413281629032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-6294478633967425601</id><published>2009-02-13T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:54:02.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SZWCx7778jI/AAAAAAAAABg/nTyvPyNXFQA/s1600-h/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SZWCx7778jI/AAAAAAAAABg/nTyvPyNXFQA/s320/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302287930712912434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture by Naduss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, it's Valentine Eve today. I bet, most of the guys are already out there, on the street holding hands with their loved ones. For those waiting to celebrate it tomorrow, good luck with the malls and restaurants. It's time to take and receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Treat your loved ones to a lovely and romantic dinner. That's what a guy would normally do. However, breakfast or lunch ain't that bad at all. In the end, you'll earn something. Love. I sincerely hope that every couple (no gender bias) will truly enjoy this special day. Let it not be only on Valentine, but every other days as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes, love is what we need to move on, to rise and fight against injustice. It is a special feeling that engulfs your heart, just like the 'fire of love'. However, beware of its flame. It is soothing when days are cold. At the same time, it could burn you and leave a scar in your heart for the rest of your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once again, Happy Valentine and I wish all the couples a lasting love and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-6294478633967425601?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/6294478633967425601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/6294478633967425601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/6294478633967425601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-eve.html' title='Valentine Eve'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/SZWCx7778jI/AAAAAAAAABg/nTyvPyNXFQA/s72-c/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-7087689007869887901</id><published>2009-02-08T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:48:40.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap Goh Mei</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of Chinese New Year, commonly referred to as Chap Goh Mei. Well, I will not be talking about the history nor origin of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today sums up to one week since my arrival at KL last Sunday. Well, there is actually nothing to write about my daily routine. I can basically sum my routines; study,tutorials, exercise, gaming and classes. These are what I do everyday and to be exact, a perfect life for another year or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-7087689007869887901?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/7087689007869887901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/chap-goh-mei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7087689007869887901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7087689007869887901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/chap-goh-mei.html' title='Chap Goh Mei'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-3999874969309305643</id><published>2009-02-06T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:34:08.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year (2)</title><content type='html'>After few unsuccessful attempts to write on the blog, finally I've gotten a chance today. There are plenty of stuff that I would like it written down, but I think I should complete what is incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I spent the last day in Penang with my schoolmates going around collecting 'angpows'. It was good to be able to gather back after almost a year. However, everyone is still the same back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Too bad I had to leave early that evening to meet up with another batch of schoolmates, Dominic and friends. That night was specially to celebrate Su Qing's (my primary schoolmate) birthday in advance. And guess what, It was my first time dining at Secret Recipe. I had ordered a slice of black forest cake and damn, it tasted good but I was adding more calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I did not join them for movie and went back after dinner. Well, that was the end of my holidays. The next day, I was on my way down, back to KL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-3999874969309305643?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/3999874969309305643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3999874969309305643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/3999874969309305643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-2.html' title='Chinese New Year (2)'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-8186418130788370574</id><published>2009-02-02T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:06:44.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>One week long holidays had passed. Once more, I'm back to KL. Back in Penang, Chinese New Year seemed much more pleasant and meaningful. Plenty of foods to fill my empty stomach, red packets to collect (though not many) and meeting up with friends.I do hope that those moments could last at least longer enough to cure my sickness. Though it appeared to be a normal routine every year, this year came out different. ''Someone just added extra ingredients into the bowl of noodle.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To sum up everything, I stayed home for most of the days. The first and second days were spent visiting cousins and nieces from both mom's and dad's side. Home sweet home for me for a few days until the last two days of my stay in Penang, which were spent with my friends. It went well without any interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. First trip to Gurney with Borders colleagues, we had lunch in Nando's and talked about works, life and silly jokes. We spent the entire evening in Nando's. By then, the sun had settled down and it was time for dinner. We headed towards to Gurney Drive Hawker Centre. Plenty of food, tables and chairs but sadly, it was all occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Well, it should be on weekends. It will be weird if the place is empty. We resumed the original plan to dine at Sunset Bistro. Well, we ordered two buckets of Heineken and that closed the curtain for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-8186418130788370574?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/8186418130788370574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8186418130788370574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/8186418130788370574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-7227467507620632777</id><published>2009-01-24T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:10:51.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions(2)</title><content type='html'>It has been weeks since I've posted anything. And I'm back to where I hoped to be three weeks ago. Somewhere in my heart, I feel happy and content but there is also something missing. I could not exactly describe it because it is very vague. Emotions are truly fascinating and mysterious in some ways that we could have never comprehend. It is pure and not polluted because emotions will reflect our personalities. It will never lie, unlike us humans who have the tendencies to deceive others. Imagine how corrupted the world is presently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Surprisingly, the adaptive nature of human beings is linked to emotions. Once your emotions coincide with the surrounding entities, you will adapt quickly. Therefore, emotions are the soul of your body. Without emotions, you are just a living zombie roaming the streets, harming other living entities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take care of your emotions and express them accordingly and appropriately without exaggerating it. Never use your emotions to deceive others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-7227467507620632777?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/7227467507620632777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotions2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7227467507620632777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7227467507620632777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotions2.html' title='Emotions(2)'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-4969909227213130785</id><published>2009-01-05T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:27:33.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Maze</title><content type='html'>I called it "An Incomplete Maze." This is where I am living. A world far beyond my comprehension. Though everything is so calm and peaceful, there is just something wrong within it. I could not figure out the problem and still, I am walking the paths of the unknown. The maze is just too huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Waking up every morning, I look myself in the mirror. Is it the sad or happy face reflected on the mirror ? Or is it just illusions ? My mind is no longer conscious in the maze. I could not comprehend anything. Each path I have stepped on will lead me to a dead end. It is very ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally after endless hours of walking, I have found a path out of the maze into a less complicated one. Should I walk over into the less complicated maze or continue to search for another path here ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Though I have chosen the less complicated maze, the world still remains complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-4969909227213130785?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/4969909227213130785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-called-it-incomplete-maze.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4969909227213130785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/4969909227213130785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-called-it-incomplete-maze.html' title='Incomplete Maze'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-7626980360653347220</id><published>2009-01-05T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:59:55.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder how our lives come about ? What are we supposed to do in our daily lives ? Performing the same chores and activities everyday make us think how we have really wasted the essence of our lives. Should we not be doing something interesting or exciting to spice up our lives ? The answer is uncertain. Some people think that leading a normal life - working, sleeping and spending time with family are just sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Different people own various opinions about life. For me, life is just meaningless if the same thing goes on everyday. I prefer a change of lifestyle not in terms of moving away from home but something that are able to bring color into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now, everything is completely shadowed. My visions are no longer able to differentiate the seven colors of nature. They are only limited to gray alone. I no longer sense any colors. It seems that they just faded away, being painted gray all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I no longer sense any living beings in my world. Just the sound of my heart beating slowly, and the loneliness within. Tears are filling up in my eyes but I just could not cry out. The feeling is almost dull without any emotions. Perhaps I am losing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-7626980360653347220?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/7626980360653347220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7626980360653347220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/7626980360653347220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-779414016345477279</id><published>2008-12-28T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:54:18.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicts</title><content type='html'>Conflicts. They just will never end. In fact, they are the essence of our lives. Without conflicts, life seems so dull to live in because there is nothing to solve nor comprehend. It spices up our lives, giving new meanings to it each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nevertheless, too many conflicts at once can lead to disastrous life. Everything needs an equal balance, mainly we called it law of equivalence. There must be balance in everything we do. There is a reason why we cannot resurrect the dead. There is also a reason why your life sucks or prosper. 'Balanced' is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. However, we always come up with reasons to counter these problems. "Why must it be me? Could it not be him/her?" The truth is everything happens for a reason and the reason itself is beyond our comprehension. Our quests to seek the truth will never prevail because it is futile from the beginning. Therefore, there should be no beginning at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People who are able to grasp this theory faster will face less conflicts in their lives. Once you comprehend how the world spins, you will understand what 'equivalence' is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163946007963885352-779414016345477279?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/779414016345477279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2008/12/conflicts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/779414016345477279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/779414016345477279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2008/12/conflicts.html' title='Conflicts'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163946007963885352.post-2107215459666147513</id><published>2008-12-27T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:56:13.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Year 2008 is finally coming to an end. However, my journey has just  begun. Being unable to comprehend myself is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Though I have made my decision to further studies in UTAR(Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman), Setapak Campus, my heart is still doubting the decision that has been compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Obviously, people will start to think that something is really wrong with this kid. Kuala Lumpur and Penang are just 6 hours apart by car/bus or even better 45 minutes with airplanes. "What the heck is wrong with you?" said my inner self. "You've been to Singapore and KL twice without your parents!" "And you don't seem to complain anything about it." Now you're making a fuss out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. After 19 long years on this island,finally, I will be away from it for 3 years. " Isn't that a good thing?" Well, I don't know. The day for my departure is getting nearer. It paces up so fast that even I could not keep up. I'm fighting with time to be with my family and friends. I'm really exhausted and tired but as long as there is time, there is still hope for me to be with them. Time is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Though I will still be coming back once in a while, the thought that I'm going away haunts me everyday. I have been thinking, " Am I the only one acting this peculiar? Is there anyone out there that shares the same thought ?" I bet no other beings are like that. I am the odd one. I am always the odd one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Memories are proof of your existence. Without it, you are just empty.&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/3163946007963885352-2107215459666147513?l=kokheechng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/feeds/2107215459666147513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-end-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2107215459666147513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163946007963885352/posts/default/2107215459666147513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokheechng.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-end-2008.html' title='Year End 2008'/><author><name>NavyBoy89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18179454082558199153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haI3BQe4jXo/TQjJScM0bbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/stqi4RCCfGk/S220/2033390.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
