<?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-11350333</id><updated>2012-01-28T23:43:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2069949705939601190</id><published>2012-01-28T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:43:39.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st AKB Live Singapore Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just came back from the AKB Live Singapore concert at *Scape Warehouse. Must say it has been a good experience attending this concert. At the end of the concert, I thought I have died and had ascended into heaven. I got to shake hands with 15 pretty AKB girls. Wah! Really worth the money, man! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've learnt that attending this concert without bringing any light sticks, is a damn stupid idea lor. The audiences were raising their arms and waving their light sticks in tune with the music and I looked damn stupid trying to imitate them with my "golden" finger. Not the same effect lor. Plus next time, I really got to buy the tickets earlier. Bought the tickets at the last moments, so can only go in as the last batch. Got only the back few rows to sit, thought was still not too bad, but seriously regretted when the concert starts. Why? Because the seats are all on flat ground but none of the audiences sat down when the concert started. So even though I stood throughout the concert, my view was perpetually obstructed by 2 Goliaths "sitting" 2 rows in front of me. Having to try to look beyond the sea of arms and light sticks was already a chore, that 2 "dickheads" were so tall that even without them raising their arms, they were already "censoring" most of my views. Wah lau eh! Throughout the concert, other audiences were moving their body in tune with the music, I was moving mine to prevent them from appearing in my line of sight. Really have no idea why that 2 "dickheads" want to take a seat, they could easily stand at the back and still see the concert without problems. But all these problems were thrown out of the concert hall at the end of the concert lor. To know why, refer to the 1st para of my this posting. 8-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2069949705939601190?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2069949705939601190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2069949705939601190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2069949705939601190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2069949705939601190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-1st-akb-live-singapore-concert.html' title='My 1st AKB Live Singapore Concert'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1558632816581788152</id><published>2011-06-10T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:43:48.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Time at *SCAPE</title><content type='html'>I had a free day today. No tuition to teach as the pupil is holidaying in China. So I decided to go visit *SCAPE, as I want to go see how the very "hyped" AKB48 store looks like. Reached the place around 12+pm. The store is rather small. It sold many kinds of memorabilia of the AKB48 members. T-shirts, towel, posters, you named it they sell it, but strangely the store never sell any of the AKB48's CDs. I was dying to ask why but I didn't got the chance to do so. There were 4 sales personnel in the store. 3 were manning the only cashier machine and the remaining 1 was a part-timer who was busy handling sales and personal enquiries from the customers and making sales pitches. I knew she was a part-timer because I overheard her telling that to a "hitter". I want to asked her about the CDs but the "hitter" just keeping "hoarding" her. Plus, there will be a live show by SDN48 later at 8pm, so there was a group of Japanese fans gathered in the store too. Keeping in mind that it has been 5 years since I last pronounced any Japanese words, so my pronunciation aren't really accurate, so I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of them by asking about the CDs' title which are in Japanese. So I did the next best thing, I went home and ordered the CD online. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1558632816581788152?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1558632816581788152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1558632816581788152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1558632816581788152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1558632816581788152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-1st-time-at-scape.html' title='My 1st Time at *SCAPE'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-95947486770976217</id><published>2011-05-31T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:23:47.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Poem</title><content type='html'>Feel very poetic tonight. This is my first-time attempt in poetry writing. So be kind, critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Door knob door knob it will turned,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the undesirable person have returned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palm upwards he will stretched,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unpleasant words he will spat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fifty dollars!" he demand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fuel for my car," he command.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't have fifty," I report,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then give me twenty!" he retort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty my wallet really don't have,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pour out nineteen is all he get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor me as he walk away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he will returned when the knob turn again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-95947486770976217?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/95947486770976217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=95947486770976217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/95947486770976217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/95947486770976217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-1st-poem.html' title='My 1st Poem'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1062906392674372398</id><published>2010-08-26T23:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:10:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate Loh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had my convocation in SIM. I'm now a full-fledged Bachelor of Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509744970342106290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z763EfOoA-g/THaL29A8hLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EY4gJe3N8mU/s320/P1010315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that time when I went to collect and test-fit my gown, today is the first time I wore the gown for close to 5 hours. Damn hot leh. Thinking twice about getting a Masters degree liao. After today, I can never understand how some people (especially that blue thingy) will want to go for Masters. The heat that gathered in your gown when you stepped out into the open is not worth it wan lor. Don't think I can tahan wearing that gown again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though today is my convocation ceremony, I found that there were still many things that I can learn today. Firstly, I learnt that the next time I asked my parents to turn their mobile to silent mode, I got to make sure they hang the mobiles around their neck or put them at places that they can feel the vibrations when they have incoming calls. After the ceremony, my parents complained that they could not take any photos of me during the ceremony because they were sitting at the wrong end of the hall. Not my fault ok. When I entered the hall at 1.15pm and I found my seat which was at the extreme left of the hall, I did try calling them several time to inform them that when they entered the hall they should sit near the extreme left of the hall. This was because, during the conferment ceremony, all the graduands will form 1 line on the extreme right and extreme left of the hall . During the ceremony, two names were called each time. The first name was for the recipient stepping up from the left and the second name was for the recipient stepping up from the right. Then when our names are called, each of us from each side would step onto the stage, at the same time, to receive our degree. The left will received their degree from the chancellor, while the right would receive their degree from the vice-chancellor. As fate has it, my parents totally "ignored my calls" and went to sit on the extreme right of the hall so they had no idea I was a "left-winger". So when my name was called they focused all their attention on the right side of the hall lor. They then realised that that guy in their camera's screen looks "strangely unfamiliar" lor. It was at that moment that they realised I was coming up from the left. When they switched to the left, I had already long-gone by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing I learnt was that, prior to asking them to switch their mobiles to 'silent', I should have arrange a meet-up point with my parents to meet-up after the ceremony. Today after the ceremony, I felt like I was one of the child survivor of the 2006's Tsunami lor. I had to go around the whole SIM looking at all the faces to find them lor. Plus I forgot to remind them to 'un-silent' their mobile once they set out of the hall, so my frantic calls were all unanswered lor. It was really a sight lor. A 30+ guy walking aimlessly like a tsunami orphan searching for his lost parents. The only thing missing today were the child's tears and his frantic pleading for his parents. Kanasai lor. When I finaly managed to get hold of my dad, as per his usual habit, he gave me a super vague direction of his location. Basically, he told me he was in the centre in the food area i.e. tea reception area. Erm........he was not helpful at all lor. There were about 525 graduands during my ceremony today. All of them, plus their parents, siblings, children, grandparents, relatives and loved-ones were clustered in and around the tea reception area. By telling me he was in the centre of the reception area, he was been "damn helpful" lor. He was seriously expecting a four-eyes to be able to spot him among the 1000+ people. Erm......four eyes leh....... With that crowd, I don't even think a healthy 2-eyes can do it lor. He called, 20 minutes later, and told me they were now next to the POSB ATM. When I finally found them, I realised his definition of 'next' is like saying Singapore is next to Siberia. Wah lau eh! They were nowhere remotely near to the POSB ATM lor. Really shake head leh, kenna him. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be putting up more of my convocation photos on my Facebook. So those "concerned" readers may want to check them out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1062906392674372398?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1062906392674372398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1062906392674372398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1062906392674372398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1062906392674372398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2010/08/graduate-loh.html' title='Graduate Loh!!!!!!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z763EfOoA-g/THaL29A8hLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EY4gJe3N8mU/s72-c/P1010315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1364369349625596922</id><published>2010-08-18T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:57:58.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Long-Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was surprised to receive a private message, in my facebook, from a long-lost poly friend.  Glad to know she still remembers me. LOL!  In the message, she mentioned she read excerpts of my blog.  Quite touched to know there's still people reading my blog lor.  I've always thought my blog no business wan lor.  Anyway, I was very tempted to ask her how come she didn't read everything, just read excerpts lor.  But hor, I learnt from my poly days there's some questions that I can asks and there're some questions that's better left unanswered lor.   LOL.  Regardless of what, I'm very touched to know she still remember me lor (for bad or good, I don't know lah).  It's good to be remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1364369349625596922?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1364369349625596922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1364369349625596922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1364369349625596922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1364369349625596922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2010/08/message-from-long-lost-friend.html' title='Message from Long-Lost Friend'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1206259046441348693</id><published>2010-07-10T14:19:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:07:23.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idiotic Tuition Co-ordinator</title><content type='html'>Today, I was in the midst of giving tuition when I received a call from a lady who I assumed was from a tuition agency. My conversation with her left me feeling extremely infuriated. Below is the full verbatim of what we conversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ring....Ring....Ring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Hello."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Nicholas, are you still teaching tuition?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Who the hell is this person? You didn't even introduce yourself. But since you know my name, I must have talk to you before.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes, I'm still teaching tuition."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "P5 Laguna Park, you think you're free?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(What the hell are you talking about? What P5 Laguna Park? You mean you have an assignment for a P5 kid living in Laguna Park, and am I free to take it up is it? Didn't even tell me the preferred timings, duration and subject(s) to teach.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Uh huh, P5 Laguna Park."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Yes P5 Laguna Park, you think you can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(What do you mean I can? You didn't tell any details yet, how do I know if I can. Duh leh! This lady.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm not sure. Just to inform you, I'll be going for my reservist in 2 weeks time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: (Sounding surprised) " You're going for reservist in 2 weeks time?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(What's so surprising?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes, I'm going for my reservist in 2 weeks time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "You're an ex-teacher, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "Yes, I am an ex-teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "You're an ex-teacher with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "I'm an ex-teacher with MOE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "So you're NIE-trained?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Duh! Of course I'm NIE-trained! If not how can I call myself an ex-MOE teacher!) &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes, I'm NIE-trained."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "And you teach in MOE after your NIE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Isn't that obvious! You idiot!) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes, I taught in MOE after my NIE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "So you're an ex-MOE teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Sigh......Am I talking to an idiot with the brain capacity of a bacterium. Hurray for finding out I'm an ex-MOE Teacher.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes, I'm an ex-MOE teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "You're the one from St Pats, right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Excuse me, how do I know how many Nicholas you know? Beside that, the main point is WHO ARE YOU!!!!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Erm....Yes, I'm from St Pats."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "Aeeeee.....You got C6 for your O' level English and Science. It's that like almost fail. NIE accept you meh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Yo idiot! Except for aspiring Mother Tongue Teachers, NIE don't accept people with O' level cert, ok? Minimum must also be Poly diploma or A' level cert. And C6 is 50-54, it's not exactly fail, ok?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes I didn't do well, I went to ITE before going to Poly. I didn't apply NIE using my O' level cert, I used my Poly diploma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "But you didn't go in Poly straight after your O' levels, right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting annoyed with this idiot.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes I didn't go in straight. I went to ITE, then serve my N.S., before I went to Poly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "You went to ITE?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "Yes, ITE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: " What ITE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Oh great! This idiot don't even know what's an ITE. From which secluded cave in Singapore was she born from. I'm not going to enlighten this idiot about the founding and history of ITE, ok.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"ITE Clementi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Yaa.....What ITE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yo idiot! Didn't I just tell you? Weren't you listening?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"ITE Clementi, I went to ITE Clementi before serving my NS. Then after my NS, I went to Poly. After Poly, I went into NIE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Which poly you go to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "Ngee Ann Poly. I went ITE, serve NS, then I went Ngee Ann Poly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "But you said you went ITE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Super annoyed now.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes, I went to ITE, then go Poly, then enter NIE."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "But you said you go ITE! How can you enter NIE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Yo! Single brain-cell bacterium! Are you trying to be stereotyping?) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Why can't I? I went to Poly before I enter NIE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "And you said you went to SIM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "Ya, after resigning from MOE, I went to SIM."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "So you didn't go to NIE with your SIM degree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Wow! This bacterium's time-space reasoning skill is really at single cellular level!) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Isn't it obvious? I went to ITE, then Poly, then NIE. After I resigned, I went SIM."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Oh! I can't recommend you to the parent. I don't think you have the certs. I don't want you to go there, then the parents ask for your certs. You can't produce them. Then we will get in trouble. Can't talk to you anymore. Got to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Is this bacterium trying to insinuate that I'm a con artist? K** N** N***!!!!! Insulted me and want to go off!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY??!! ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I DON'T HAVE THE QUALIFICATIONS AND IS TRYING TO CON THE PARENTS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "You were very shifty when I ask you about your details. You can't provide me with the details. Plus there are many years in between."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shifty? Me? I've been very honest so far. It's you that doesn't seems to understand human language.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"What do you mean? I went to ITE for 2 years, NS 2 years, Poly 3 years, then NIE 2 years. After NIE, I serve in MOE for 4 years, then I resigned and went to SIM for 2 years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Can't talk to you anymore. Got to go....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Line went dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F******g angry with this caller. She is really a single brain-cell bacterium, man! You people tell me how not to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get very pissed off when people talk bad about ITE or hold stereotypical view about ITE graduates. I mean I'm never ashamed I went to ITE. In fact ITE is the starting point that made me what I am today. It's ITE that change my life and made me realise that I'm a late-bloomer. I just took the longer route in my academic pursuits. There's no reason to fault me for doing so. Just because I don't go around advertising that I'm an ITE graduate, it means that I'm being dishonest. I don't see the point to reveal that fact unless it's necessary and very few situations necessitate me to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just because I went to ITE so I can't enter NIE and become a teacher, is so narrow-minded on her part. The minimum education qualification for anyone applying to be a primary school teacher is A' Level or Poly diploma. The applicant must also pass a language proficiency test (if he/she got less than B3 for O' level English) and pass an interview by a panel of MOE interviewers. On top of that, the applicant will be send to a school to teach as an untrained teacher and during his/her stint there, he/she must get a recommendation by that school's principal before he can be accepted into NIE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So her statement that I don't have the qualifications really irks me. I went for the English proficiency test, passed it. It consisted of 2 parts, each part was held at 2 different locations on the same day. Prior to that, I went for the MOE interview, got the shock of my life when I entered the room as there were 4 interviewers, must have passed it because they send me to a school the following month after the interview. Managed to get the required recommendation from that school's principal a few months into my "tour of duty". Then I entered NIE. So which part have I been making up? If she's ignorant, she should do more research before make such accusations. In fact come to think of it, during our conversation other than the time I was super annoyed, my speech was still quite grammatical correct even though it's not perfect. On the other hand, her speech was ........... you can make your own judgement but for someone who droned on my C6s for my O' level, her English can't be higher than mine. In fact, her brain power can't be higher than anyone of the ESN kids I taught before. Irony isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1206259046441348693?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1206259046441348693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1206259046441348693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1206259046441348693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1206259046441348693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2010/07/idiotic-tuition-co-ordinator.html' title='An Idiotic Tuition Co-ordinator'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2103610024285360708</id><published>2010-01-28T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:19:58.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting New Job Soon</title><content type='html'>Today I went down to my new school, Dimensions International College, to sign the employment contract. Start work on the 1st of February (Monday). A bit excited now. Because of my degree, I tried looking for an accounts job lor but haven't been successful lor. Table need bread, so bo pian, got to be gainfully employed lor. In my new job I'm also doing accounts lah, I'm teaching P.O.A so it's is also remotely related to my degree lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2103610024285360708?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2103610024285360708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2103610024285360708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2103610024285360708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2103610024285360708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-new-job-soon.html' title='Starting New Job Soon'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5406660716789877631</id><published>2009-12-28T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:07:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM Jean Gang Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As mentioned in my previous entry, tada, here the picture of my SIM cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420317323187435730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SzjV4yp7uNI/AAAAAAAAADw/us4em3_MlrE/s320/SIM+Grp+Photo+271209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me introduce them one by one to you.  (I've also included some of my personal feel about each of them.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy in red is Zul, our outline-master.  He's damn good in establishing the outline for our project wan lor.  With him around, we are always assured that we have a "skeleton" to work on for our project, we just need more details and info to "flesh" out the projects which he will always be able to research damn throughly wan lor.  So far whoever do project together with him wan is almost "bao" to get distinction wan lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy in black is Boon Kok, our "ang-moh" expert.  Yup, even I have to admit my ang-moh is not as good as his lor.  Other than my computer, he is the only one in our group who can correct my written "ang-moh" lor.  Sigh......quite malu sometime the mistakes I made.  He is also damn good at researching for info and writing his reports.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl in purple with with stripes is Audrey, our "mother tongue expert".  Lol, her MT is so "good" that I have to always beg / plead / request / implore / beseech her to switch to "channel 5" because I can't comprehend what she is trying to say when she uses MT lor.  Yes I know, it's my fault for getting B3 in my normal Chinese and for not taking  Chinese 'B.  Really, its my fault! 8-)  Anyway, she's a fellow rabbit-ter, so she's always "bullied" by me this senior rabbit lor. Bo piang.  Good rabbits are meant to be "molded" by their senior rabbits.  Don't you know it's part of the Rabbit-ters' tradition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy in light blue is Yi Cheng, our "heavy-weight" master.  When he goes for his IPPT-RT training, he's always in the obese group but he's alwasy the thinnest guy there wan lor.  Sigh....how I wish I can attain such his these "privileges".  Not joking ok, being in obese group got priviledge wan leh.  For example, they are given 20 mins to complete as many rounds they can around the stadium track (run or jog or walk up to you) while the rest of us the "under-priviledge" have to complete 6 rounds within 13 minutes lor. Wah lau eh!  Run until I see my life flashes before my eyes many times during training liao, ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl sitting next to me is Marziah, our No. 1 "chiobu" of our group.  Ok, Audrey you are No. 2 "chiobu" of our group, happy now?  Don't let her looks decep you, ok?  She is damn intelligent too.  She is often able to spot another good perception and/or  point of view, from the research data we have gathered, to allow us to flesh-out our project. I alwasy have to "kow-tau" to her for that.  The combination of her with Zul and Boon Kok in the same group is a damn powerful grouping lor.  Sure win wan lor.  My group and I've never score better than their group in any project assignments lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who are "blind", the one sitting next to Marziah is me lor, Santa.  I'm the self-proclaimed "bull-shit" expert lah.  As long as I have the right research data, even if it is not enough to prove a point or reached the word limit, I often able to extrapolate and stretch the data till it help us prove the point or reach the word limit. Actually, everyone in our group can do that also lor, but hey since I gave nick-names to everyone in my group I got to give a nick-name to myself too wat. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5406660716789877631?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5406660716789877631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5406660716789877631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5406660716789877631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5406660716789877631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/12/sim-jean-gang-photo.html' title='SIM Jean Gang Photo'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SzjV4yp7uNI/AAAAAAAAADw/us4em3_MlrE/s72-c/SIM+Grp+Photo+271209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6915005356800300686</id><published>2009-12-27T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:31:51.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feasty Weekend</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my SIM jean gang makan session.  I'm the organiser this time.  I booked our makan place at Carousel (formerly called Cafe Vienna).  We make hi-tea there.  Wah lau eh!  We eat until really "high" sia.  Their bread &amp;amp; butter pudding &amp;amp; their dark chocolate pudding are damn good lor.  We all thought we had died and went to heaven.  We all eat until we were like 6 month pregnant.  Ok not all, me only, happy?  I think I will skipped my dinner today.  Don't think my stomach can take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday hor, I ate curry for all my meals lor.  Breakfast I no eat, Afternoon I went to Fad's wedding, eat curry.  At night eat dinner at home. also curry.  After that went supper with Yoda &amp;amp; Co., ate prata with chicken curry.  Thought I'm going to turn into an Indian liao, eating curry the whole day.  This morning my stomach protest liao, so at the Carousel I never touch the spicy food lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIM jean gang took some fotos of our makan session.  So now I'm waiting for them to email or facebook the fotos then I'm show you all the faces of my jean gang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6915005356800300686?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6915005356800300686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6915005356800300686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6915005356800300686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6915005356800300686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/12/feasty-weekend.html' title='A Feasty Weekend'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-229053405013639885</id><published>2009-12-25T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:17:25.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Feliz Navidad! Everyone!  For those who didn't know, 'Feliz Navidad' mean Merry Christmas in Spanish.  Not bad leh!  Santa knows Spanish too.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the church.  Crowded like crazy so must stand throughout the mass lor.  1 hour plus leh.  If include the carolling that was prior to the actual mass, I would have stood for 2 hours plus lor.  Luckily, I was well-trained  during my teenage years, by my church, to stand for long hours or else hor I peng-san already lor.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is something I learnt today at church (actually I know very long time liao, just never knew the meaning of each words).  Enjoy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad                            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad                            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad                            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prospero Ano y Felicidad        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Prosperous New Year and Happiness&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translation is taken from &lt;a href="http://xmasfun.com/Lyrics.asp?ID=17"&gt;http://xmasfun.com/Lyrics.asp?ID=17&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-229053405013639885?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/229053405013639885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=229053405013639885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/229053405013639885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/229053405013639885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas! Everyone!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6395508275486583136</id><published>2009-12-03T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:28:51.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is a happy day! My results are out today, and I passed. Hurray! I'm finally a full-fledged bachelor in my education life and my private life. I'm going to enjoy this bachelorhood for quite a few years. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/Onion_Emoticons/103_.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;, a few of my close friends are getting or got married this month. The "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lobang&lt;/span&gt;" in my bank account is damn big this month. Sigh. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;! Must start finding some higher paying jobs. Hope my job-hunt will be successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6395508275486583136?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6395508275486583136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6395508275486583136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6395508275486583136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6395508275486583136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelor.html' title='Bachelor'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/Onion_Emoticons/th_103_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3454825744598081077</id><published>2009-10-28T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:08:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!  My Last Paper is Over!</title><content type='html'>Finally!  After "mugging" for 2 months, my last RMIT-SIM paper is finally over.  It's my accounting ethics module.  I've tried my best liao.  Hopefully, can heng heng pass.  Quite pathetic lor today!  I looked at the questions, all look damn familiar.  I remember I memorised their answers already but I just can't access them in my "hard disk".  Sigh!  Die sia!  "Hard disk hang"  so just bull-shit here, bullshit there.  Hopefully, the marker like the smell of my "shit" and pass me lor.  I just need 35 more marks, I'll pass liao.  Can lah marker, just give lah.......You pass me, I treat you to pub for 1 week when you come Singapore lor.  What do you mean not ethical?  This in Singapore local context is called gift, ok.  Cultural relativism, Singapore's host country, you should follow our culture and accept my gift to you.  It's very rude in Singapore not to accept the gift people give you wan, ok.  Must accept.  Furthermore, if you go by interest-based analysis, I got direct interest in the passing leh, should pass me.  Rights-based analysis, my rights to pass supersede everything lor.  Duty-based analysis, it's the right thing for you to pass me.  Virtue-based analysis, erm.......let's leave that aside for a while, anyway you let me score 35 marks, I'll legally pass liao thus satisfying the analysis.  No need to think too much wan lor.  You see ah, using the Tucker's 5 questions approach, "Is it profitable?" - Of course it is profitable.  By passing me you can free drinks for 1 week thus increasing your net weekly income.  "Is it legal?" - Of course it is legal.  Who dare say it's illegal, I visit them for you.  "Is it fair?" - Of course it is fair. You give me 35 marks, very fair to me liao.  "Is it right?" - Of course it's right. It's the right thing to pass me mah.  "Is it going for further sustainable development?" - Of course it is going for further sustainable development. Imagine after 1 week of free drinks, your abs will have further developed by a sustainable volume.  See, it's completely ethical!  I no bluff you!  So pass me, can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3454825744598081077?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3454825744598081077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3454825744598081077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3454825744598081077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3454825744598081077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-my-last-paper-is-over.html' title='Finally!  My Last Paper is Over!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2211030378119435456</id><published>2009-08-28T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:37:46.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Project till Graduation</title><content type='html'>Yipee!!!!! After slogging for several nights, I have finally completed my last project of my degree course with my class-mate, Ah Lam. Now I just need to wayang during my presentation and take the final paper and if everything go swee-swee, I'll graduate by the end of this year. So excited leh! Going to be a graduate liao. LOL. The convo is in August 2010 though. Sigh.....sian......must wait 8 months before I can wear the gown and mortar board. My SIM jean gang has been planning to go overseas together after we all graduated for very very nong time liao. Hope they all will remember the promise we made after we graduated. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2211030378119435456?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2211030378119435456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2211030378119435456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2211030378119435456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2211030378119435456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-project-till-graduation.html' title='Last Project till Graduation'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7725274493102274471</id><published>2009-08-09T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:43:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Literal Red Flag Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7725274493102274471?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7725274493102274471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7725274493102274471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7725274493102274471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7725274493102274471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/08/literal-red-flag-day.html' title='A Literal Red Flag Day'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2136007917187723703</id><published>2009-07-28T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:01:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosey Day</title><content type='html'>For some strange reason, my nose started watering at around 11am today.  Then at around 4.15pm, I started sneezing.  Feeling like crap now.  Hope I didn't kena the swine flu (H1N1). 8(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2136007917187723703?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2136007917187723703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2136007917187723703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2136007917187723703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2136007917187723703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/07/nosey-day.html' title='Nosey Day'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8530176444667530758</id><published>2009-07-18T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:41:29.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NE Show (Wish I was there.)</title><content type='html'>Today I received a sms from 1 of my former YPS pupils, Sabrina, at around 5.30pm, informing me that she is now at the Marina Bay awaiting the start of the NE show.  Wah! NE Show! Brings back memories sia!  I remembered bringing my kids there on 2 occasions.  Damn tiring but super hyped-up and fun lor.  LOL.  Wish I can be there this year too.  The only thing I don't like about bring my kids to NE show is that it's a pre-preview to the actual NDP.  So after going for a NE Show, I can't really hyped myself up for the actual NDP on National Day liao, cuz saw the same performances liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8530176444667530758?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8530176444667530758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8530176444667530758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8530176444667530758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8530176444667530758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/07/ne-show-wish-i-was-there.html' title='NE Show (Wish I was there.)'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1236985814851561332</id><published>2009-07-05T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:06:06.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I actually watch a K-drama 3 times!</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching the Korean drama "That Fool" thrice. Wah! Can't get enough of the show sia. The show is about this Mr Nice Guy who was one day forced into entering a 6 month marriage contract with a leading actress of Korea. Wah! It damn funny watching how the guy eventually win the heart of that actress. The actress playing the role of that leading actress is also very chio lor. Totally mesmerised by the lead actress (Kim Ah Jung) lor. Wished I am the lead male character Goo Dong Baek. It's a bit short for Korean drama, only 16 episodes. For once I wished they will dragged the storyline a bit longer, cuz scenes of how their relationship developed was kind of fast-paced lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this drama is like a fractured fairy tale of "Cinderella" I strongly recommend those people who are interested in this kind of story to watch this show lor. There's much learning points for us to learn in the show. At least watch it for the same reason as me lor, for Kim Ah Jung. You can watched it at the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viikii.net/channels/goto/thatfool"&gt;http://www.viikii.net/channels/goto/thatfool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1236985814851561332?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1236985814851561332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1236985814851561332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1236985814851561332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1236985814851561332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-believe-i-actually-watch-k-drama.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I actually watch a K-drama 3 times!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8821626799979473064</id><published>2009-06-25T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:38:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of IPT 2009</title><content type='html'>After "suffering" for 4 weeks, today my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPT&lt;/span&gt; finally end &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.....really old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;, train a bit I panting like a bloodhound. Worst still run 2.4km, I'm always 1 of the last few to come back. Even a older man run faster than me. Damn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;qiu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8821626799979473064?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8821626799979473064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8821626799979473064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8821626799979473064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8821626799979473064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-of-ipt-2009.html' title='Last day of IPT 2009'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8155538422903342153</id><published>2009-06-04T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:05:05.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualified Unethical Accountant</title><content type='html'>Just checked my results today. I passed all my subjects this semester. Yippee! I thought I'll failed my tax again. Thank God, thank Jesus, thank Mother Mary, thank Holy Spirit............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway by passing all my subjects this semester, I'm now left with only 1 subject to take next semester.  This means I'm now a qualified "unethical" accountant. WorldCom, Enron, HIH, AIG please recruit me. I promise I will work very hard to increase your profits using all "creative" methods. Must quickly recruit me hor, cuz I'm taking my Accounting Ethics next semester, if I pass then I must be an ethical accountant liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8155538422903342153?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8155538422903342153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8155538422903342153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8155538422903342153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8155538422903342153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/06/qualified-unethical-accountant.html' title='Qualified Unethical Accountant'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7951506250776605704</id><published>2009-06-03T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:07:18.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPT 1st day</title><content type='html'>Went for the 1st session of my IPT yesterday.  Had to complete a Cat test, i.e. IPPT.  Very siong leh.  Thousand years never exercise, suddenly tell me I need to run.  Now my body aching like nobody business.  Saw my life flashes across my eyes many times during the 2.4km run yesterday.  Heng heng can complete without passing out. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7951506250776605704?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7951506250776605704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7951506250776605704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7951506250776605704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7951506250776605704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/06/ipt-1st-day.html' title='IPT 1st day'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-158498951464863363</id><published>2009-05-29T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:33:12.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM Makan</title><content type='html'>I went for a makan session with my SIM kakis yesterday at the Mad Jack Cafe at PoMo Centre (formerly known as Paradiz Centre). The funny thing is that I'm the only 1 who ordered steak but the rest all ordered fish leh, wonder why. Is that a new outbreak of mad cow disease (MCD) that I'm not aware of? If any of you see me next week in the street mooing away and shaking my head, you know I'm down with MCD liao. Remember to send me go hospital hor, don't allow me to "moo" my life away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-158498951464863363?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/158498951464863363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=158498951464863363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/158498951464863363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/158498951464863363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/05/sim-makan.html' title='SIM Makan'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5844680140792557098</id><published>2009-05-25T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:01:13.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhiteSands Day</title><content type='html'>Inspiration hits, so here I am blogging again. LOL. Nothing happens much from my last entry till this. Just the same routine everyday, kind of sian of it liao. I met up if Sushi-san last Thursday. Normally our catch-up sessions only happens like once every 3-4 weeks, this time though I was a bit surprised when she asked me to meet-up as we had just met-up the week before. Anyway, we met-up and went to Wan Chai Hong Kong Tea Room at WhiteSands lor. I normally don't do this but I'll &lt;strong&gt;strongly&lt;/strong&gt; discourage you from visiting that cafe lor. The service we had that day was terrible and the food portion was extremely "rationed". They serve us our food but totally forgotten about our drinks. When we enquired with the waitress, she pretended to be surprised and said "They haven't serve you your drinks yet? I'll go checked with them." Damn lame lor! She's the only server and waitress there, what do she means "they". There only 4 tables that were occupied that time. How difficult was it to remember which table's order had been served or not. Best part was I was sitting facing their beverage preparation counter, I saw the two staffs there chit-chatting with both hands free. This means that they have forgotten about our drinks order liao lor. It can't be that they were using other limbs to prepare the drinks while they were talking with their hands free. If that's true, I seriously have doubts over the hygiene of the drinks that was served to us. Must go for stomach pump sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the awful service and food we received, our time were quite well-spend bitching lor. Sushi-san was so "enthusiastic" bitching about her sisters when suddenly she spotted 1 of her sis about 20 metres away walking towards us. LOL. I have never seen such "rapid" expression change on her lor. Classic sia! Should have video-ed it down to blackmail her. Wasted lah, too slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5844680140792557098?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5844680140792557098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5844680140792557098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5844680140792557098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5844680140792557098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/05/whitesands-day.html' title='WhiteSands Day'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5126523743476958576</id><published>2009-05-07T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:54:53.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighing a Relief After a Busy April</title><content type='html'>Yo people! Sorry for not updating my blog since 1st April. Damn busy leh the month of April. Project due during the 1st 2 weeks of April. Then must help my tuition kids prepare for their exams in late April and early May. On top of that, my own SIM exams also around the same period so I must also "pretend to be studious" mah. Today I just finished my last paper. Can finally slag for a while lor, though my kids' exams only finished next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sat for that tax paper that I flunked last semester lor. Not good feeling after I finished leh. I can't complete leh. The stupid partnership question too many details to explain liao took me almost 2 1/2 hrs out of 3 hours to do leh, so out of 4 questions, I only managed to answer 2 1/2 qns. Die lah. Worst part is I explain 1/2 way then realise I forgot to include calculate 1 of capital allowance (CA) for 1 of the asset, so last minute calculate the CA but I never put in the new figures cuz, if I put in, I'll need to change many of the related figures. No time to do recalculate for them liao. Now I just pray I can heng-heng scrap thru, I happy liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organisational behaviour paper still not too bad loh. Only answered 6 out of the required 8 questions but should be able to b/s my way to a passing mark lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The financial planning paper I managed to answered 4 out of the required 5 qns lor. The last question is on the Financial Advisers Act (FAA), which I never memorised when I was revising as the FAA as thick as 2 assessment books. You'll go siao memorising it wan lor. Therefore that question I can't answered lor. I completed the 4 questions with almost 45 minutes to spare but I know I can't answer that last question wan, so I submitted my script earlier lor. Didn't see the point of freezing in the Grand Hall for next 45 minutes for the super remote chance that I can think out some points to write when I didn't even studied that FAA when I was revising. Hence, my chance of passing this paper should be about 60% lor if all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to meet up with sushi-chan a.s.a.p. to receive my mochi before they turned to mould-chi lor. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5126523743476958576?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5126523743476958576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5126523743476958576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5126523743476958576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5126523743476958576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/05/sighing-relief-after-busy-april.html' title='Sighing a Relief After a Busy April'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5114371609691727423</id><published>2009-04-01T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:08:09.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Increase in Car Insurance Premium</title><content type='html'>My car insurance expiring this May.  I've just received the renewal notice.  Bloody hell!  They are asking for $6K+!!!!  My bank balance is now $8K+, after paying the insurance, I'll be left with $2K+ and after paying my SIM's July semester school fees, I'll be left with less than $400.  How am I going to pay my car's monthly installments?  Idiot lah!  I mean I expected my premium to increase for getting into 2 accidents within a year but I didn't ask to get into that 2 accidents leh.  I'm just plain "sway" this year lor, especially my second accident, I stopped behind a car at a jam also can give people langkar my backside.  I not trying to argue they shouldn't increase my premium because of my "sway-ness" but increase to $6k+ is too much liao!  They may as well as go and rob the bank better.  Actually I don't really see the point of them increasing the premium by so much,  as far as I know, I don't remembered reading any of the insurance companies making losses last year leh!  In fact I remembered reading somewhere they are making profits leh, some companies were even giving out "hugh" bonuses last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm seriously considering selling my car by May.  I can't think of a better solution to this problem.  So people who are going to to persuade me to drop this idea better shut your mouth unless you are willing to service my car loan and insurance for me for the next 1 year.  Recommendations of good car agent are highly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5114371609691727423?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5114371609691727423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5114371609691727423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5114371609691727423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5114371609691727423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/04/increase-in-car-insurance-premium.html' title='Increase in Car Insurance Premium'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6405717742747491940</id><published>2009-03-22T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:30:09.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Meeting After-thought</title><content type='html'>My brother and I just came back from the ex-St Pius X Altar Servers reunion meeting.  A bit of explanation.  When we were young, teenage years, we joined this church group, St Pius X Altar Server Society, in our church.  Our duties were to help the priest during the various kind of church's masses and services like marriage mass, funeral mass, Sunday mass and other celebratory services.  The reunion today was quite bored for us in a way lor, because most of the people who attended were many batches our senior.  Most we don't even know their names as they had left the group before we joined.  So for the few hours there, both of us were acting our very best to be part of the wall lah.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah! Did I told you before that &lt;a href="http://www.comchest.org.sg/comchest/Portals/0/PhotoUpload/Randall%20Tan%20Lai%20Siang.jpg"&gt;Randall Tan &lt;/a&gt;was my fellow-group member? So I can now officially announced that I've shake hands and dined with Singapore celebrities, &lt;a href="http://www.comchest.org.sg/comchest/Portals/0/PhotoUpload/Randall%20Tan%20Lai%20Siang.jpg"&gt;Randall&lt;/a&gt; and his wife, &lt;a href="http://www.12wap.net/photo/16321/E3Ef4A/6.jpg"&gt;Melody&lt;/a&gt;. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6405717742747491940?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6405717742747491940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6405717742747491940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6405717742747491940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6405717742747491940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/03/reunion-meeting-after-thought.html' title='Reunion Meeting After-thought'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1212994537508614212</id><published>2009-03-14T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:13:10.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquiry about "Actress" Friend</title><content type='html'>Wow! I had no idea I have so many "loyal" fans reading my blog. Barely 2 days after my last entry, I've received so many "fanmails" telling me that I have finally updated my blog. LOL. What can I say man? Quality work takes times you know. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, many of them are more interested in how chio my "actress" friend is leh. Hahaha! KNS! All these "DOMs" LOL. I got her makeover picture leh. Wan see? Wan see? Bao you see already, drool non-stop. Those "DOMs" who are interested, please send me an email and I'll send you her photo. However hor, those who know my email address would already know her liao, so I dun see the point lor. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1212994537508614212?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1212994537508614212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1212994537508614212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1212994537508614212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1212994537508614212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/03/enquiry-about-actress-friend.html' title='Enquiry about &quot;Actress&quot; Friend'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3729750764062234646</id><published>2009-03-12T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:14:10.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dinner with an "Actress"</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging after Valentine's day. Had been busy with my school projects since then. Plus, had some family problems to settle. And someone I added on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; had been "stalking" me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Kind of creepy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; the messages she sent. In short, had been quite stressed up by all the events happening around me, especially the family problems. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;! No one to help me relieve the stress. How I wish I had someone to talk to about these stress. These are the times you wished you were attached or married, then at least you have a listening ear to console you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt; for dinner today. Had an enjoyable time bitching about her youngest sister, people we know and my stresses. In the cafe, where we had our dinner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt; was mistaken to be a TV artiste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Quite funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. When we first walked into the cafe, the waitresses was like quite stunned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. I got noticed that their greetings, when we entered the cafe, were rather slow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. They kept stealing glances at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt;. Then that waitress who took our order finally gathered up her courage to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt; if she was an actress. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt; "demurely" said no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Then that waitress said in a loud voice to her colleagues (in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;), "She say she's not actress." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder the waitresses were sneaking peeks at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt;. Actress eating dinner with her very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kuah&lt;/span&gt; male friend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;! The paparazzi is going to have a field day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I was grinning like an idiot throughout their conversation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;! I ate dinner with an actress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;! Must boast to everyone I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; the waitress that clear our table after we finished also try to double-confirm with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt; that she's not an actress. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ILS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3729750764062234646?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3729750764062234646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3729750764062234646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3729750764062234646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3729750764062234646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dinner-with-actress.html' title='My Dinner with an &quot;Actress&quot;'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8852554465520995277</id><published>2009-02-14T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:18:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UnValentine Entry</title><content type='html'>Today's Valentine's Day.  If you think I'll be wishing people "Happy Valentine's Day" in this entry, you have really mistaken lor.  Oh pleaseeeeee.......Why would I want to wish  people those words when I'm "miserably" still single, alone and date-less on a valentine's day.  I'll feel like an idiot if I do that lor.  As a matter of fact, I've been single since 1999.  Wow!  I'm a ten years old "virgin" sia.  Don't play, play ah! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not exactly date-less today lah.  I went on a date in the afternoon lor.  I had a date with my SIM lecturer.  Kannasai man!  Spent 3 hours there drawing mind-maps non-stop.  Fingers and right wrist now aching like siao lor.  Damn painful date lor.  Wrist pain now.  Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way today, many people arrived late lor.  One of them was my project group-mate, E.  When she arrived, I asked her how come so late?  She answered she was putting make-up.  Piang ooi!  She was like 1 hour late lor.  She put make-up damn long lor.  And actually hor, I don't really see the difference lor.  Looks  ___________  as usual to me leh.  Lol.  (&lt;em&gt;For obvious &amp;amp; safety reasons,  I shall not fill in the blank.  You want, you go fill it in yourself&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8852554465520995277?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8852554465520995277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8852554465520995277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8852554465520995277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8852554465520995277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/02/unvalentine-entry.html' title='UnValentine Entry'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6373297717880556267</id><published>2009-02-09T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:36:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boliao Update</title><content type='html'>Sigh!  My "baobei" still in the workshop.  I kind of miss her leh.  Sian sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the current economic situation, this year my CNY's "revenue" was quite miserable lor.  On the 2nd day of CNY, I thought I could go to AL's house in Bukit Panjang since I'm visiting my uncle who's staying in the same block.  Alas, AL buay swee lor, she went visiting thus decreasing my "revenue".  8-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, a good friend of mine suddenly announced to me that she's going to Taiwan for her wedding photo-shoot.  Funny part is that her wedding date lah, dinner lah and all the nitty-gritty are not settle yet.  In fact, from what I heard, these are not even discussed yet and her bf haven't proposed yet, but she and her bf  went and signed this photo-shoot package to Taiwan.  I've "small brain" so I can't comprehend their actions lah, but as a good friend of her, nonetheless I'll still give her my best regards lor.  Wonder who she's asking to be her bridesmaid.  Last time, I heard her said her youngest sister volunteered to be her bridesmaid but this sister told her not to get marry till she slimmed down to fit a size "S" bridesmaid dress.  Erm......no offence to her small sister but I remember her small sis is kind of Lydia Sum size lor.  To fit into a size "S", erm......I think she is kind of "stretching" it lor.  Plus, based on my good friend's account of her small sis daily diet, I doubt her small sis can slimmed down in time lah.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of envious her lor.  Me still single.  Sigh.......During this CNY period, I'd answered that "dreaded" question about when I'm getting married from my "concerned" relatives till I very sian liao lor.  The next person to ask me that "STUPID" question, I'll go berserk give you see lor. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6373297717880556267?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6373297717880556267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6373297717880556267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6373297717880556267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6373297717880556267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/02/boliao-update.html' title='Boliao Update'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7893554572424280850</id><published>2009-01-17T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:19:25.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Friday</title><content type='html'>It's either I'm damn unlucky these 6 months or the colour red is really an unlucky colour for me. Yesterday night, on my way home from SIM, my car kena accident again. I was waiting behind a car in the last lane of the road, when suddenly another car knocked my car from the back. The impact causes my car to knock into the back of the front car. Damn sway leh! I suffered the most damages. I'm now very low morale liao. My "baobei" will be spending her CNY in the repair shop. It will take at least more than 2 weeks of "plastic surgery operations" to return her to her beauty. The estimated repair cost predicted by the KahMotor service advisor is damn high lor. Now I'm very scared the back car driver will turned around and denied his responsibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7893554572424280850?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7893554572424280850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7893554572424280850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7893554572424280850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7893554572424280850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/01/unlucky-friday.html' title='Unlucky Friday'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8442169951369488831</id><published>2009-01-16T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:01:16.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad English</title><content type='html'>Just read &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2009/01/singapore-engri.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on kennysia.com.  Can't stop laughing.  LOL.  I quite paiseh now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8442169951369488831?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8442169951369488831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8442169951369488831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8442169951369488831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8442169951369488831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-english.html' title='Bad English'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-991413183507374169</id><published>2009-01-16T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:00:08.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start School Loh!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I met up with ILS for breakfast at the East Coast Mac.  Wah!  Almost died man!  Must wake up at the "ungodly hours" of 8.15am.  Erm.....ILS, can we don't meet-up so early the next time?   Thanks for your "understanding" in advance. LOL.  Anyway, we just ate and gossiped as usual lor.  I remembered we were gossiping about a egoistic girl who thinks that the world revolved around her and that if she was the last female on Earth, guys will fight tooth and nails for her.  Knowing ILS's "infatuation" with &lt;a href="http://www.postergeek.com/albums/userpics/poster_chronicles-narnia-prince-caspian_1.jpg"&gt;Prince Caspian &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.asianpopcorn.com/fanpages_images/Tomohisa_Yamashita-0.jpg"&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/a&gt; (YamaPi, for short), I asked ILS a rhetorical question, "If, in whole world, only left Prince Caspian and YamaPi.  Who will you choose?"  Hahaha.  You should see the surprised cum difficult in choosing look on ILS.  Finally, I've managed to put ILS in a dilemma.  LOL.  She even counter-asked me if left only &lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/light/files/Angelina-Jolie-1.jpg"&gt;Angelina Jolie &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/elaing.zhang/RujFJoyqUlI/AAAAAAAAC_g/JvG6Yr2llE4/s800/20061129103734.3796765.jpg"&gt;Lin Chi Ling &lt;/a&gt;who will I choose in an attempt to divert my attention away from my question.  But lucky I also not stupid lor, I chose Lin Chi Lin almost immediately.  So seeing her "weak attempt" failed, after many "pain-staking" minutes, she finally said she would choose YamaPi.  So female readers reading this entry, which guy will you choose?  Feel free to leave your answer in the comment page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my course's semester finally started yesterday.  Remember how I lamented previously that I'm the only "joker" among my course kakis that had passed all my subjects.  Obviously, the year 2008 was not a good year for me.  I actually failed that subject that I thought I could pass, but I passed the 2 subjects that I thought my chances are slim.  Damn ironic lor.  Now I have to retake that failed subject for this semester, causing my expected graduation to be delayed for 6 months from June 2009 to December 2009.  Sian siao. 8-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-991413183507374169?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/991413183507374169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=991413183507374169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/991413183507374169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/991413183507374169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-school-loh.html' title='Start School Loh!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-9202257352047997739</id><published>2009-01-09T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:45:42.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole to the New Year</title><content type='html'>LOL!  This is a very belated entry for the new year.  I have so much to blog about but I just too lazy to raise my "precious" fingers to type lor.  Still in holiday mood leh.  My school won't starts till 15 January.  Everyday slag at home.  Wake up, eat, play com, watch History or Nat Geo or Discovery channel on cable.  Life has been a breeze man!  What? You have to work or go to school?  Orhh.....Poor thing!  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the Christmas holidays holed up in the Aloha Chalet in Loyang.  Went swimming in the pool so many times that now I'm "suffering" the consequences liao.  My skins are now shredding like a snake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with ILS recently.  Went for lunch cum tea near Parkway Parade.  Did nothing much other than gossiped our way about people we know.  Very good therapy.  Highly recommend to peoples who like to talk.  Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-9202257352047997739?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/9202257352047997739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=9202257352047997739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/9202257352047997739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/9202257352047997739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2009/01/ole-to-new-year.html' title='Ole to the New Year'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-566127352055174761</id><published>2008-12-25T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:02:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Greetings!</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the mid-night mass in my church.  Damn tired.  Stood at same spot from 11.40pm till 1.36am as the church is packed brim to brim with people.  Don't even have a chance or space  to sit.  Stood there like a mummy for close to 2 hours.  Legs and waist now aching like nobody business.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-566127352055174761?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/566127352055174761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=566127352055174761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/566127352055174761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/566127352055174761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-greetings.html' title='Christmas Greetings!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3894457863901852395</id><published>2008-12-14T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:57:44.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Chio-ness" of D &amp; D</title><content type='html'>Just came back from accompanying my dad to the Cycle &amp;amp; Carriage's Dinner &amp;amp; Dance (D&amp;amp;D). It was held at Ritz-Carlton Millenia Walk. This is my second time attending D&amp;amp;D at Ritz-Carlton. What can I say man! The food were good, the entertainment was great and there were lots of chio bus to see. Wah! I thought I died and went to heaven lor. LOL. This year's theme for the D&amp;amp;D was "Glamorous Asia", so some of these chio bus were wearing very short cheongsum dress lor. Nose bleed leh. Wonder if next year I can still accompanied my dad go or not, because you see hor, every year is my mum accompanied wan lor. But this year hor, my mum's D&amp;amp;D happened to be on the same day lah so I then got the chance to go there "look, look, see, see" lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279314710553685938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SUPkwhwL77I/AAAAAAAAADM/DbbdoYXxmac/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of chio bus, just recently, on MSN, I was conversing with ILS about which people I felt are chio, which people are not &amp;amp; my reaction when I encounter chio bus lor. ILS named a few gals lah, to gauge my "standard", and she found that I have a fairly low standard of "chio-ness" lor. LOL. So how come I still single leh. The biggest problem I guess have to be that when I encounter chio bus, my mind goes into seizure lor. I see chio bus, I shut up wan lor, I keep far far away from them. Can't help it leh, for some unknown reasons, I need some time to warm-up to chio bus wan lor. That's why when I was YPS, there were some chio colleagues who I took at least 6 months before I warmed up to them. I never told ILS this but she was one of them lor. I didn't really interact with ILS till she was in YPS for like almost a year. But once I warmed up to her, we are like practically best of friends now lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3894457863901852395?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3894457863901852395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3894457863901852395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3894457863901852395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3894457863901852395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/12/chio-ness-of-d-d.html' title='The &quot;Chio-ness&quot; of D &amp; D'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SUPkwhwL77I/AAAAAAAAADM/DbbdoYXxmac/s72-c/DSC00094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8817116725378566600</id><published>2008-11-29T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:00:15.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick O'Entry</title><content type='html'>Bad cough........running nose........medicine making me drowsy..........must sleep.......missed msg by smurfie.........zzzzzzzzzz.........will be k.o. by medicine  this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8817116725378566600?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8817116725378566600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8817116725378566600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8817116725378566600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8817116725378566600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-oentry.html' title='Sick O&apos;Entry'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6587333365839843293</id><published>2008-11-20T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:21:22.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good &amp; Bad News of 20/11/2008</title><content type='html'>I have two matters to blog about today. First matter is good news. Today is the PSLE result-released day. My P6 kids all passed. Yipee! Results for some were a bit disappointing lor. But then bo bian lah, no use crying over spilt milk lor, they just have to work harder when they reach secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second matter is not so good news lor. If you recall 2 entries back, I blogged about E2's persistence borrowing of my money to pay for her/his debts. Guess what! That f****r just throw 2 bills at me and want me to help him pay first. Arghh...........I really don't think I can last till March '09 even. 1 bill is for the insurance of the black lancer ($1,558.96) and the next bill is for the road tax of the black lancer ($367). After including the 1.9K she/he still owe me and the 4K that I'm "suppose" to lend him/her, she/he would be owing me about 8K liao. It's 3/4 of my saving now. I don't think I can last till March '09. She/he keep insisting that when her/his personal annuity of $36K matured in March '09, she/he will repaid the loan. Sigh........I hate it when she/he takes me for an idiot. The annuity was taken up in 2004. Those who know how to calculate the future value of annuity due, please tell me how is it possible for the annuity to generate 36K within 4 years given the present market condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the situation is so bad that I'm now not even able to spare any extra cash to treat an ex-colleague, who is retiring, to a farewell makan. This colleague help me a lot when I was in MOE but now.......sigh........want to cry liao................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, now the word "You pay first." has become a taboo word in my vocabulary. F**k Y** I Pay First!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6587333365839843293?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6587333365839843293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6587333365839843293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6587333365839843293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6587333365839843293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-bad-news-of-20112008.html' title='Good &amp; Bad News of 20/11/2008'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5663748392092188554</id><published>2008-11-15T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:29:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Food" like siao!</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the Asia Pacific Food Expo 2008. Wah! Many food to eat! Eat like siao! This also try, that also try. Feel like a pig now. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5663748392092188554?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5663748392092188554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5663748392092188554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5663748392092188554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5663748392092188554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-like-siao.html' title='&quot;Food&quot; like siao!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8938027829299055455</id><published>2008-11-12T02:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:28:45.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Off Ranting</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'll be saying this but I'm becoming more and more pissed off as the days goes by. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.......I sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suspiciously&lt;/span&gt; like certain Hilda-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ian&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway this certain person I know is irritating me more and more each day. I shall not mention name but this person ah.........is really too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Let just call this person E-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diot&lt;/span&gt; 2 a.k.a. E2. Actually this E2 has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; me for a very long time with her/his stupidity and immaturity Keep asking me to to do stuff for her/him but she/he is never appreciative of me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. So far when it's for some fun or joyous activities, she/he will never come look for me wan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;.......actually have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;....but I'm the number 999999999999999999999999999999 person she/he'll ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt; But if she/he wants something "serious" done, the first name to pop up in her/his mind will be me. B***** H***! What do she/he take me for? A maid? A robot? I got no life of my own is it? And the worst thing is I dislike people who borrow money from me and don't pay. My policy has always been 1 loan per person. You pay up then you ask me for another loan. I'm not a bank, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? I earn my money the hard way, by saving wisely and spending prudently. It's not my fault if you don't know how to do that! And stop telling me your problems, E2! Not say I don't sympathise with E2 but, let's face it, quite a lot of time the problems were due to her/his own stupidity. I already warned E2 many times before the matters got worst to restraint herself/himself but never did once E2 heed my warnings and advices? E2 just assume that I'm jealous. Hello! What's there to be jealous about? I'm trying to save E2 before the matters get worse. But it's like talking to a brick wall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. F****** irritating! I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;forsee&lt;/span&gt; that bad outcome, I warned you, then you don't listen, when that bad outcome happen, you come complaining to me. What you expect me to do then?? It's like after SA2 a student come to me and say "Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;, what you told me to learn for exam, all came out, but all I never learnt. Now I got zero, How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, E2's bank account now is as flat as a piece of tissue. Why I know is because I've been paying E2's car installments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; utility bills and etc. for these past months. For a person with such low savings in bank, she/he actually went to sell his car and bought another more ex car. Now she/he has to pay two car installments plans. From my point of view it's stupidity at its apex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Then another incident, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;recently my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; said she want to go on a tour to Europe and whether E2 and me wants to go too. Acting stupid but don't want to look stupid, E2 stupidly agree to go. I can't make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; as the trip is in February, I got to go SIM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Then later when everyone is inside their rooms, E2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;snucked&lt;/span&gt; into my room and ask me die die must lent her/him 4K to go Europe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;......STUPID E-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;diot&lt;/span&gt;! No money, don't say you want to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! The best part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt; when she/he saw my pissed off face when I heard about her/his request, she/he said "Don't worry! You don't need to be jealous. The next time I'll followed you go Hokkaido." Sigh.........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; eh! I'M NOT JEALOUS! I'M JUST "FASCINATED" BY YOUR STUPIDITY! Firstly, her/his unpaid loan to date amounted to 2K+ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;! With that 4K loan, she/he will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;owing&lt;/span&gt; me 6K+ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. Based on my calculation, if she/he don't pay up the 6K+ by next June, I will very well need to sell off my "precious" City. I'm not a BANK! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!! And secondly, for goodness sake! I never SAID I want go HOKKAIDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did mentioned I won't mind going back there during its summer to view the flowers. BUT I want to go to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ky%C5%ABsh%C5%AB"&gt;Kyushu&lt;/a&gt; regions the next time I go to Japan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Kyushu&lt;/span&gt; NOT &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hokkaido"&gt;Hokkaido&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8938027829299055455?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8938027829299055455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8938027829299055455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/11/pissed-off-ranting.html' title='Pissed Off Ranting'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5068369361365515137</id><published>2008-11-10T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:31:50.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Over Loh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yipee!  So happy today!  After a brain-zapping 3 weeks, I've finally finished my last paer for this semester.  Shiok sia!  Can't say the same for the paper today lah, but then who cares man?!!!  I'm going to enjoy the moment while it last.  Pass, fail next semester then worry lah.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm also now very happy lor.  For the first time in my blog history, I actually blogged an entry early then a certain blue thingy.  Hooray!  This called for a celebration.  Now let see what that blue thingy will say after reading my entry. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently these two months, I've been viewing marriage and ROM photos of my friends.  Sigh.....times really flies.......everyone getting marry liao........leaving lonely, pityful me!!!!  &lt;em&gt;(Erm......can cue in the sorrowful music in the background?  That's better.)&lt;/em&gt;  LOL!  Anyway, the recent "overdose" of marriage photos really started me thinking lor.  Are October and November auspicious months for marriage?  Within two weeks, I've browse 2 sets of photos liao.......No joke leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may suggest that I faster get hitch too but it's really easier said than done lor.  I can't find any prospective "candidates" yet leh.   Quite chiam lor.   I'm not choosy leh.  My criteria are quite simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be a girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height is not an issue.  &lt;em&gt;(But of course giantess and dwarf need not apply lor.  No offence though.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will laugh at my jokes.  &lt;em&gt;(Very important this criteria!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See!!!  My criteria quite simple what!  How come I can't find a "candidate" leh.  Why????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5068369361365515137?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5068369361365515137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5068369361365515137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5068369361365515137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5068369361365515137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam-over-loh.html' title='Exam Over Loh!!!!!!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-9072092594648998989</id><published>2008-10-03T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:23:16.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Santa</title><content type='html'>LOL! It been 2 months since I last updated my blog! Long time no read about me hor. Miss me? Hahaha........Anyway, I've been very busy these 2 months. Got quite a few research projects to complete. All must write about 3,000 words. Sigh.....Write like siao lor........Although I'm a self-proclaimed "bull-shit expert", but 3,000 words leh. Don't play don't play. I practically have to "diarrhoea-ed" my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, all my deadlines are over for this semester liao lor. Now just waiting for the exam to start, then can holiday liao. So while waiting for my exam to start I'm now "torturing" my tuition kids for their coming SA2 and PSLE lor. Hope all my tuition kids can swee swee pass, especially my P6 kid. Now then I know why every year my P6's ex-colleagues always so stressed prior to PSLE. Wah piang! Can die man! Beginning to have a white hair plantation on my head liao lor. Stress ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about stress, few days back there was an incident that really stress me lor. Last Monday was the deadline for my tax project. It's a group research project that require us to analyse the benefits in tax given by our Singapore government to attract investors and new enterprises lor. So I split the project into 3 parts and delegated each part to each of my 3 group members. Due to the fact that 1 of the part required us to do research on Singapore's treaties with its allied countries (56 countries) on tax, the research can be quite extensive lor. So I assigned YC and myself to do that part lah, CA to do the part that affect new local companies and TS to do the part that affect the current local companies and individuals lor. So actually, TS have the easiest part lor because this project is for our subject "Singapore Taxation" hence all his resources can be found in our lecture notes, textbooks and the Income Tax &lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=824&amp;amp;dict=CALD"&gt;Act&lt;/a&gt; (the book of tax's law printed by the S'pore government). i.e. Just "make reference with skill" from our notes and textbooks can liao. Easy piecey man. But guess what! The one that gave me and YC a heart-attack was our "beloved" TS. It was a series of events that accumulated into a "silent eruption" on Monday night. Now YC is giving that TS the invisible cold treatment. It all started on last Sunday afternoon when the group met at Temasek Poly (TP) for our meeting. Prior to the meeting, YC and I objected to TS's suggestion to have the meeting in TP because it's Sunday so TP is definitely closed wan lor, use backside also know. But nooooo.....our "beloved" TS insisted that it will definitely be open wan lor. So since TS, a TP-graduate, insisted that TP will be open on Sunday, we fixed TP as our meeting place lor. But just on the safe side, I told TS that we'll go to his house if TP is closed lor. So don't know is it I smart or someone is not smart, I received this call from TS half an hour before our meet-up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS: "Erm.....Nick. I'm at TP liao. We have a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "What's the problem?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I have a funny feeling I'm going to like this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS: "The security guard in TP don't allow me to go in." &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Why am I not surprised?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "Ok, I'll come pick you guys then we proceed to your house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then when I reached the outside of TP, TS said this when he got into my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS: "Sorry guys! I didn't know TP will be closed on Sunday. Sorry again for another thing. I haven't written a thing for my part of our project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "........"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Idiot! Tomorrow's the deadline, now then tell me you haven't written a thing??!!! If I'm not driving, I'll reach over and slap you left, right, centre!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: "Never mind. We help you when we reached your house."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(What else can I say?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we reached TS's house, we set up our notebooks and bring out our resources. When we looked at TS's resources, we realised why he couldn't write a thing for his part. Instead of using the lecture notes, textbook and the Income Tax Act, our "beloved" TS was using the 2008's budget speech by PM Lee Hsien Loong. The speech's only cover 1% of the Income Tax Act lor. And even when it cover, it's just on a few new benefits that PM Lee is giving for this year to promote investment lah, which means that in the long-run, we still have to refer to the Income Tax Act lah. Which also means that our "beloved" TS is on the wrong track liao. So being kind-hearted, we told him he's using the wrong resources, he should be using the Income Tax Act as the resource. But noooo........ TS insist that he's on the right track and he's using the right resource. Erm.....hello.....if you are on the right track and you can't write a thing, the reasons are because???? Sigh.........Piang eh! Smart is good but Act Smart is no good! I hate "kei kiang" people. And when I explain to him why the reason why the 2008's budget speech can only be used as a supporting resource, not the main resource, he still can't get it lor. He kept insisting that he was using the right resource when we, the other 3 members, said he was using the wrong one. In the end I just give up lor. If he want to do it wrongly and still think he's correct, what can I say man, even though I buay song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing a bit for the benefits of the readers who are "astronauts visiting outer space right now" (i.e. lost about what I'm saying), let me use a simple example to explain. You are studying for your p5 Math SA2, you are told by your Math teacher that the topics tested will be from pages 10 - 54 of your math textbook. So if you're "normal", you will be studying pages 10 - 54 of your p5 Math textbook lor. But TS think he's very "normal" when he used the pages 10- 54 of a P6 Math textbook of another school to study. Erm......something's not correct, isn't it? Well, TS insist he's correct leh. Apparently, the different school part and the different level part didn't run across his mind. Wah piang eh! I really must thank my lucky stars I never kena such "act-normal" kids when I was in MOE. Abnormal kids, yes I kena before. Act-normal kids, nope never leh. Arigato Gozaimasu Lucky Stars! (Kissing my box of Lucky Stars cereal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my boring topic, TS insist on using the PM Lee's speech as the main resource. So I suggested and showed it to him where to find the relevant parts in the Income Tax Act, extract them and elaborate how they will, in general, make people want to set up companies in Singapore. Simple correct? Nope, not for TS, he can't figure out how to elaborate in general. Then, CA suggested to TS to elaborate based on finance, shipping and oil industries lor. Sigh.....I know CA is trying to help TS but in actual fact, from my viewpoint, CA has actually made things more difficult for TS lor. Based on CA's suggestions, TS will need to elaborate in very specific details lor. Elaborate in general, TS already can't do liao, you still ask him to elaborate in specific. It's like asking a P1 LSP kid to write a 100 words P3 compo, instead of just asking her to write a 10 sentence compo. That LSP kid bao die give you see wan lor. When I told CA, her suggestion may be "a bit too difficult" for TS to do, TS said CA's suggestion give him a better structure to do. Sigh........basic summary also can't do liao, still want to do thesis. Wah lau eh! I really give up lor. So in a way, this "resource" and "last-minute" incident left quite a sour note in YC's and my mind lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As YC and I both did our part prior to our meet-up, so after consolidating his part and my part, YC and I were very free lor. We suggested to TS, and CA also volunteered us to TS, to help him write his part lor. But TS insist that he can cope. He said he will be able to sent us his part via email by 9pm that day. It was around 4pm on Sunday when he said that. YC told him to sent us by 6am on Monday can liao, while I told him to sent to us by 12 noon Monday. TS vouched that he will complete his part by 9pm that Sunday and sent it to us. Since he claimed he don't need our help and can finished his part by sunday, we all left TS's house at around 5pm lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just when I thought I can lean back and relax, I received a call from CA on Monday at around 11.55am telling me that TS hasn't sent his part to us yet and he's uncontactable. Wah lau eh! I tried calling him but that "Eeee-diot" had either switch off his mobile or his mobile's battery was flat at such coincidental circumstance. Garbra zebra sia! CA, YC and I all panicked as we have to submit our report by 7pm that day, but due to the short time frame and our own work commitments, there is no way any of us can do his part for him before 7pm wan lor. YC gave him a call every 15 mins from 2+pm. The 3 of us were even contemplating whether or not I should charge down to his house, knocked on his door like a loan shark demanding our report. But I have tuition that day leh, when I finished, it will be around 4+pm liao. Then finally at 4.30pm, YC finally managed to got hold of him on his mobile and TS claimed he had sent his part to us. So based on YC's calculation, TS must had sent between 4pm - 4.30pm lor, because the mobilephone's turn-off message was heard during the call at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee-diot make us so stressed and panicky! TS's "sin" shall not be forgiven until he's given a President's pardon. YC was so mad with TS that, that day YC never talk to TS again. Sigh......why? Why like that? LOL. I was also mad at TS lor, so that day when he asked me questions, I either never answer him or I give him an answer that did not answer his question. I don't think he realise that yet. These are 2 "profound" skills I mastered against Eeee-diots when I was in MOE. The trick is to do it in such way that the eeee-diot didn't realised you havn't answer his/her questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feeling better liao lor. The next day after that Monday, I met up with ILS to cry father cry mother lor. Spent like 3 hours plus giving cry father cry mother therapy sessions to each other. Quite fun lor. Really trained each other's cry father cray mother skill sia. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-9072092594648998989?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/9072092594648998989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=9072092594648998989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/9072092594648998989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/9072092594648998989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/10/return-of-santa.html' title='Return of the Santa'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-220831939415625930</id><published>2008-08-01T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:17:24.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>Last night, damn sway.  I had a minor accident with a motorcycle.  Sian sia!  Now no mood for the whole day. 8(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-220831939415625930?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/220831939415625930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=220831939415625930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/220831939415625930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/220831939415625930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/08/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8000341462700658998</id><published>2008-07-08T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:17:28.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Books" Review</title><content type='html'>Hmmm......may be due to my "supporters" reading my previous ranting of a "certain" mum, my business has been quite quite good recently. Since the publishing of that entry, I have got 3 new tuition assignment. Wah! Smiling all the way to the bank. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 weeks back I brought 2 books "Asking For Troubles" &amp;amp; "Table For Three" from TIMES bookshop. Very humorous! I still recall reading them, during lunch in the foodcourt, the day when I bought the books. I was laughing out loud as I read each chapters. Damn funny lor. But the book also provided some "interesting facts" about the other sex's thinking lor. Not sure if it's true. So yesterday I treated ILS (who proclaimed to be my love guru) to dinner and requested ILS to read these books and then "enlighten" me lor. So hopefully, the next time I meet up with ILS, I can be "enlighten". 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8000341462700658998?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8000341462700658998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8000341462700658998' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8000341462700658998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8000341462700658998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/07/books-review.html' title='&quot;Books&quot; Review'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1248610700817165562</id><published>2008-06-25T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:42:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Telephone Encounter with a Buay Smart Act Smart Mum</title><content type='html'>Sometime last week, in a moment of "kei kiang mentality", I went to register myself with a few tutoring websites. In short, I went to "sell koh yoh" about myself on the net lah. Today, I received a call from an agent who saw my profile on 1 of these websites, to ask if I'm interested in tutoring a P5 girl, living in East Coast, EMS. But there's 1 condition lor. The girl's mum want to interview me on he phone lah. So I got the number and called lor. Wah piang eh! I've never seen (&lt;em&gt;ok, technically is "heard" lah&lt;/em&gt;) a mum so "act smart" &amp;amp; kiasu wan lor. Here a transcript of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs X: "Have you taught P5 before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I: "Yes I have. I taught P5 for 1 year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs X: " Was it last year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: "No, I didn't teach P5 last year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs X: "Haaah??? Then are you familiar with the new science syllabus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Tamade! Just because I didn't teach P5 last year, doesn't make me a less competent teacher, ok! For your info, I was in the science committee in all my teaching years, and I set numerous P5 science exam papers, and marked hundreds of PSLE science scripts. If that don't make me competent, what will? But I can't tell her all these, can I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: "Yes, I am familiar but the new syllabus will only affect the P3s &amp;amp; 4s. The P5s are still using the old syllabus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs X: "Noooo.....The current P5 is using the new syllabus already. I've been tutoring my girl since she was in P4 last year, I'm very familiar with the school syllabus. Now they lump the topics together. Now you can't even get the assessment books for the old syllabus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Wah piang eh! I'm correct lah! I'm in the science comm, I attended meetings on implementation of the new science syllabus. I'm still teaching my P5 China kid science. You can't bluff me on these things wan lah. As for the assessment books, P5 still can get lah. As for the P3/4, the only time there were no assessment books was during the period of Jan - Mar when the publishers couldn't edit and publish the new syllabus kind on time. Now there are already some available liao. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: "Mrs X, I'm very sure about the implementation of the Science syllabus. The only syllabus that will affect your child is the maths syllabus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs X: "We'll see about that. By the way, what are you strong in? Which subject?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: "My strength are in maths and science." &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Of course lah! I'm not "Master" like some people leh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mrs X: "I see. To be frank with you, I'm more concerned about my daughter's english. She getting very low A-. Her maths and science are still quite good, A+. I'm looking for a tutor to push her english to A+, do you think you are able to do so?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(KNN! Now she is hinting my "ang moh" not "powderful" enough. From A- to A+, how many tutors can do that? English leh! You think what? Eat-fish ah? Normally compo is the deciding factor for those extra points and compo writing skill is a damn difficult skill to teach wan lor. You so "li hai", you go teach lor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: "I see. If that's the case, then it's alright, I won't take up your assignment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint ah! Talk to that mum! Act smart never mind, still want people to push EMS from A to super A! You'll need Tom Cruise to do that lor. Mission Impossible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1248610700817165562?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1248610700817165562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1248610700817165562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1248610700817165562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1248610700817165562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/06/telephone-encounter-with-buay-smart-act.html' title='An Telephone Encounter with a Buay Smart Act Smart Mum'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3867748141658382451</id><published>2008-06-14T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:20:47.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Show Excursion</title><content type='html'>I went to the PC Show in Suntec City with my SIM kakis today. My main purpose is to hunt for a scanner. Nope, I don't want a multiple in 1 kind scanner cum printer. I just looking for a pure scanner lor, as I felt my present printer is still quite solid, so no point upgrading lah. My second purpose there is to "shortlist prospective wife" lor. Sigh......sad to say, no good candidates leh. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3867748141658382451?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3867748141658382451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3867748141658382451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3867748141658382451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3867748141658382451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/06/pc-show-excursion.html' title='PC Show Excursion'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-170791272584744661</id><published>2008-06-08T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:47:10.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-pain &amp; Angry</title><content type='html'>I very heart-pain &amp;amp; angry now. I parked my car under my block, some f%*#$r went to "molest" my car's front bumper in the middle of the night. Now that part of the bumper on scratch marks. One of my fog lamp also cracked. KNNBCCB! Luckily the whole bumper's shape is still whole. I only found out this disaster the following night when I went to use my car. Don't let me catch that f%*#$r who did this to my precious. I make sure one of his body part is shorter than a certain person I know. Bloody hell! I haven't even reach the my first 1000km yet, that f%*#$r go and "buah" my car! Really never give me face! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SEvvZT8fBTI/AAAAAAAAACI/fUp0XKUEjZc/s1600-h/63d4808b.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209520612113843506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SEvvZT8fBTI/AAAAAAAAACI/fUp0XKUEjZc/s320/63d4808b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/63d4808b.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-170791272584744661?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/170791272584744661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=170791272584744661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/170791272584744661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/170791272584744661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-pain-angry.html' title='Heart-pain &amp; Angry'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SEvvZT8fBTI/AAAAAAAAACI/fUp0XKUEjZc/s72-c/63d4808b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7686181194060190928</id><published>2008-06-04T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:51:09.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo Liao Entry #02/08</title><content type='html'>Quite happy today! I'm recovering from my flu. Finally, I can go out and play. 1st thing I did after I ate my breakfast was to give my "redhead" her weekly "body scrub". Wah! Now she is beautiful on the outside and also on the inside because I very diligently "mencucuk" all her "orifices", outside and inside. She really make me work hard man! I was so exhausted after these "activities". LOL 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today I check my uni results. Not bad, heng-heng pass all. Actual results don't reveal lah, just know pass can liao. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, for the past few days I been seeing "black smoke" raising up into the sky. The smoke seems to be coming from the direction of Toh Street. I heard the smoke is due to some "sewage water pipe" matters. Shall avoid that area for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7686181194060190928?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7686181194060190928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7686181194060190928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7686181194060190928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7686181194060190928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/06/bo-liao-entry-0208.html' title='Bo Liao Entry #02/08'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3112561004462805737</id><published>2008-06-01T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:14:41.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Flu</title><content type='html'>Down with flu now.  Nose running like crazy, Mouth coughing like crazy.  Whole body lethargic, feel even more lethargic after taking the medicine.  Sian sia!  Just now Obi Wan messaged me to help her set her P5 Science paper.  I have to reject her lor.  Don't want to cause my flu to erupt into a full-blown pneumonia.  Plus, I don't want to set something which final product is 99.99999999999% different from the original draft.  Hahaha 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3112561004462805737?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3112561004462805737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3112561004462805737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3112561004462805737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3112561004462805737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/06/down-with-flu.html' title='Down With Flu'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5901017419148869699</id><published>2008-05-30T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:52:47.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Come Back Liao!</title><content type='html'>Very long never blogged liao. No inspiration leh. Sometimes a bit fearful of going online too, because if a certain "blue thingy" see me online, she'll bugged me about updating my blog. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, since the day I resigned from my ex-profession, many people had been messaging or msn-ing me to return to that old profession. Sigh.......sad to break the bad news to you guys &amp;amp; girls............I can't come back liao.......Sian siao...........I applied to be a relief / adjunct teacher last month........just received the reply from Mothersf%#$*rs Of E-diots that my application has been rejected. So you see lah, even coming back to be a part-time they also don't allow me, you can roughly guess what will happen when I graduate a year later and I want to return? Those MFs 'bao' say cannot want lor. Kannasai man those MFs!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually hor, I already got a job in the education line that is 80% confirm reserved for me liao lor when I graduate in 1 year time. But I'm not keen on taking up that job leh because the distance travelled &amp;amp; the working hours &amp;amp; days are not to my liking lor. i.e. If I take up that job, I can say good-bye to my dating life liao lor given those working hours and distance travelled. Sian by half now liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5901017419148869699?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5901017419148869699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5901017419148869699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5901017419148869699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5901017419148869699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-come-back-liao.html' title='I Can&apos;t Come Back Liao!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6761760867750425599</id><published>2008-05-16T22:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:28:04.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I went to collect my 1st car of my life. Wow! Was so excited! Couldn't sleep well the night before. After waiting for so long, it's finally MINE.......MINE........MINE!!!!!! Muahahaaaaaaa...........My Precious......ssssssssss...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200979975335305330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SC2Xu0nH4HI/AAAAAAAAABg/l0PIZosKt7M/s320/golum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st place I brought her to, after collecting her, was to visit the HDB (Tampines Branch) to book for a "bed" for her. Next, she said she was thirsty, so I took her out for a "drink". Then I took her to a quiet spot and took her photo so that her immerse beauty can be admired by the rest of you. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200980512206217346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SC2YOEnH4II/AAAAAAAAABo/90ThRT-rk2k/s320/DSC00066a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200981435624186018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SC2ZD0nH4KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6lBZfdleaW8/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At an angle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200981899480654002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SC2Ze0nH4LI/AAAAAAAAACA/CtYeCZa4Nqc/s320/DSC00069a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6761760867750425599?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6761760867750425599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6761760867750425599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6761760867750425599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6761760867750425599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-love-of-my-life.html' title='New Love of My Life'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SC2Xu0nH4HI/AAAAAAAAABg/l0PIZosKt7M/s72-c/golum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6276376340474515158</id><published>2008-05-12T20:14:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:29:46.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To all my "loyal" readers, sorry for not updating my blogs for the last few weeks. Didn't meant to perform the "disappearing" act lah. I was very busy this few weeks lah. All my tuition kids were having their SA1 lah. Got to "force-feed multiple tonics" down their throats, i.e. increase in tuition sessions. Almost wanted to die lor, puked blood non-stop until almost "hospitalised". Then after I've finished "feeding" them, it became my turn to "feed" myself lor cuz my exam were the 2 weeks after them. Damn siong lor. So unlike what a certain "potter-fan" said, I have very effective / good / marvellous / valid reasons for not updating lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have quite a lot of belated events to update about lor. 1st, will be about my first time driving princess, smurfie and general to go out fo supper lor. I drove my sister-in-law's "very ah lian" car. We initially had quite a wonderful time, until a certain "pariya" went to "lang kah" my sis-in-law car that I have parked along the road. Chow turtle that fellow! Even more kayu then me a newly-passed driver. Brought down the mood on that event. Nonetheless, below are the photos taken by smurfie of my "Lewis Hamilton pose" in / out / around my sis-in-law's car. Many thanks to Smurfie for taking such "beautiful photos of me. &lt;strong&gt;(Note: I know the car is very flowery, but it's not my car lah, it's my sis-in-law's. In case you haven't notice, she is female lah!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199482311649255490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SChFnUnH4EI/AAAAAAAAABI/SBDWCoURXDM/s320/nick1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199482711081214034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SChF-knH4FI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AIXcsgymBl8/s320/nick2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199482852815134818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SChGG0nH4GI/AAAAAAAAABY/J_ZJlMdA2yo/s320/nick3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2nd event, I've updated the link of my ex-pupils, Mabel &amp;amp; Caryn. When you people are free, to patronise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd event, during my revision period, I also got go online lah. Purpose is to de-stress lah, not to blog lah b'cuz, unlike certain blogger, my "ang moh" is not as powerful as hers lor. So each time I write a blog, it takes me about 2 hours plus lor. Like writing compo like that, that's why I can empathise with my kids too, so I seldom give them compo when I'm teaching lor. 8-) Anyway, during my "de-stress" sessions, I have quite a few of my "long-lost" friends from my poly days and teenage days on Facebook lor. So happy to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th event, during my "de-stress" sessions, I also came across some very funny blogs. Do visit them when we want to de-stress or when you damn bo liao. Their blogs are really very good. One of the best I've came across so far. I'm close to prostrating them after reading their blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stickgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stickgal.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hutdugaikarsui.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hutdugaikarsui.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6276376340474515158?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6276376340474515158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6276376340474515158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6276376340474515158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6276376340474515158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/SChFnUnH4EI/AAAAAAAAABI/SBDWCoURXDM/s72-c/nick1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7987245175057476844</id><published>2008-04-16T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:30:17.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Drive of My Life</title><content type='html'>Drove for the 1st time on Saturday. Technically, it was my 1st time driving after I got my driving licence. However if you included those time when I was behind the wheels learning, it should be considered my 33th time lor. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my sister-in-law's car. Was a very stressful drive. Kind of regretted listening to "certain" person's advice to get my dad to sit next to me when I drive. Chow Turtle! He stressed me more than the road. Ranted and ranted at me from the moment I started the car till we reached our destination (Tampines Swimming Complex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just entered the car, not wanting to stuff everyone in the car from the afternoon heat, I started up the car to switch on the air-con. I then adjusted the driver's seat. Then just as I wanted to adjust the mirrors, he started his ranting.&lt;br /&gt;"Handbrake! Handbrake! You never release the handbrake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait. I haven't......."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wait liao! You never release handbrake how to drive the car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know must release the handbrake but I........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just release the handbrake lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seeing no point in arguing with him) &lt;em&gt;"Ok...ok....I release."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I released the handbrake, without even adjusting the mirrors, and drove the car. Then as we were passing the TPJC, I really cannot tahan liao. The view in the rear &amp;amp; side mirror look partially blocked to me lor. So I don't care liao, I stopped the car in front of the foyer of TPJC to adjust the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you stop!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want to adjust the mirrors."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!! You never adjust the mirrors before you start to drive? How you pass your licence like that??!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"............" (Chow Turtle!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later as I drive, he ranted on some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're too slow! Faster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I was travelling at 50 km/h, so I increased speed to about 60 km/h.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too fast! You want to kill us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Slow to 55 km/h)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why so slow?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(............) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance travelled during this ranting was only from the traffic light of TPJC to the traffic light of Gongshang Primary. i.e. traffic light to traffic light, straight road, no cars on the road, OUR CAR was the only car on that road at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course that were many more rantings but I can't be bother to write them all down lor. Hahaha. I mean come'on lah. All his rantings were for nitty critty things only. This is my 1st drive, ok. No need to rant at me wan lor. No need to act like a LC Shitface lor. He ranted so much that as we were about to leave the swimming complex, I just told him, &lt;em&gt;"Ok lor. Since you say my driving is bad. You drive lor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo....you drive. You need more driving experience to improve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What for I drive? You cry father, cry mother when I'm driving. You drive better correct?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No lah! You drive. I make noise is to help you improve mah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hmmm.....quite true.....ranting that my hair was long and I'm wearing Bermudas when I'm driving, CERTAINLY improves my driving.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave him the "Don't give me your crap" face, took out the car key, passed it to him and said, &lt;em&gt;"Either you drive or I drive but you keep quiet. If you don't want to drive but still want to make noise. I'll leave the car here and take the bus home."&lt;/em&gt; And I ended with a "I don't give a damn" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove the car back, my dad barely made any noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7987245175057476844?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7987245175057476844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7987245175057476844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7987245175057476844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7987245175057476844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-drive-of-my-life.html' title='1st Drive of My Life'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4286454869224580365</id><published>2008-04-11T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:43:25.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies to my ex-pupils</title><content type='html'>Went for my driving test today. Heng Heng pass lor. Got 18 demerit points. Tamade! 2 more points I'll have to re-test liao. Damn lucky lor. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also want to say sorry to all my ex-pupils for not being able to turned up for their Sports Carnival today. I was held up at the driving test centre lah. Before today, I thought after my test ended at 10am, by around 10.30am, I can go home liao, so I should be able to reach Tampines by around 11am. It was only after my test than I know that the counter staff at the driving centre is so inefficient wan lor. You see ah. My test ended at 9.55am, then after listening to the tester debriefing, I went to the video room to watch a compulsory but damn "boliao" safety video lor. The video cannot skipped because it was only during the video then the driving centre staff endorsed and stamped my result slip lor, so die die must watch the video. I expected that liao so I thought after that can go home liao. But I was wrong lor. After the video, I had to go to the traffic police counters (only 3 counters) to get my photocard driving licence printed lor. Initially I thought just submit the required forms / documents, pay the money then can go liao. It shouldn't take too long lor. So I reached the counters, took my queue numbers and sat down. After a while, I realised that the staff manning the counters are damn inefficient lor. They seems to take century to call each numbers wan lor. The best part is even though there are a large number of people waiting in the small room awaiting the processing of their various application forms (PDL, Conversion of Foreign Licence, Printing of New Driver's Licence), one of the staff actually closed 1 of her counter at 11.30 am and go for a 1 hour lunch. TA-MA-DE! So inefficient! Seeing the visible big crowd, can't they at least get the supervisor or another staff to stand-in for that staff while she goes for her lunch? With 3 counters their pace are already slower than snail liao, you can just guess their pace with 2 counters. You can also imagine the temper flaring in that small room. I sat down at the seat, half dying from hunger (I no eat breakfast yet) &amp;amp; boredom, for 2 hours before they finally decided to call my number at 12.40pm. By then, the sports carnival had already ended liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry gals &amp;amp; guys for not "gracing" your sports carnival. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4286454869224580365?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4286454869224580365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4286454869224580365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4286454869224580365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4286454869224580365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/04/apologies-to-my-ex-pupils.html' title='Apologies to my ex-pupils'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7013811833475548477</id><published>2008-04-10T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:48:25.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Arrival Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today went for my final revision for my driving test tomorrow. Having abit of pre-exam jittery now. This is my 3rd time liao. Die die must pass this time, or else when BMW hear I took more than 3 times to pass, that A.H. is going to tease me using his damn lame humour lor. The instructor did a pre-test evaluation with me. Not bad lor, only kanna minus 2 points only. Damn on-form today, hopefully the streak will continue all the way till the end of my test tomorrow. 8-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all my ex-students, I just wanna inform you all that tomorrow, pass or fail, I'll still go down to YPS to support the Sports Carnival lor. My self-proclaimed "god-daughter" begged me for like 3 weeks liao. Have to go down this Friday lor, or else my mobile will kanna flood by her till it explode. My mobile very important leh. Sony-Ericsson leh. Quite ex and good wan.&lt;/p&gt;Speaking of going down to YPS. Last Tuesday when I met up with TT, she told me that BMW once messaged her last year informing her that I went down to YPS for the Lower Primary Sports Day. He said that I'm not supposed to come into the school. When TT asked him why can't I come into the school, that joker never reply lor. BMW's message kind of raise my temperature a bit lor. I always known him as being a lame person but I didn't knew he can be so duh wan lor. Who is he to stop me from entering YPS? As far as I could recall he hasn't been promoted for the last 5 years (inclusive of this year). We both started on the same date, so I know damn well what is his rank and grade now lor. No need to b/s me wan lor. If we take away those teachers who had just graduated from NIE and those who transferred in after I left YPS, with completion of the recent promotion exercise, BMW is the only lao jiao that is still in the LOWEST rank and grade. Hahaha. Diao zhng for 5 years! Still act big shot! Kanasai man that fellow. Prior to going down last year, I called the Operation Manager (OM) of the school to check if it's ok for me to go down or not. For information, the OM is also in charge of the physical security of the school. i.e. security guards. He told me just come down lor. No problem wan. And when I reached the school, I also met the Vice-Principal and we chit-chatted for awhile. The VP also never stopped me from coming into the school. Furthermore my motive for coming into the school is not to commit any mischief or offence, I'm just there solely as a guest to support my "fans". It's not my fault that I'm so popular that when I was there, my "fans" crowded around me like I'm some Korean stud actor. Plus I never anyhow walk hor, I only went to the parade square and main gate. The places "I visited" were so few that, Princess on knowing that I was in YPS that day but didn't pop into the staff-room to say hi, scolded me for not doing so. You see even people who are many grades above him never make noise, other than to scold me for not visiting them in the staff-room where "sensitive documents" maybe found. So by what statute / law / rule / position / rank / grade / salary scale / power, do he have to stop me from coming? That's none I'm afraid, so don't act so big when you are just so "small". Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7013811833475548477?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7013811833475548477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7013811833475548477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7013811833475548477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7013811833475548477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/04/pre-arrival-announcement.html' title='Pre-Arrival Announcement'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6200410615836111467</id><published>2008-04-10T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:27:07.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint to a Good Friend</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this entry to "lodge a complain" to TT. Prior to meeting up with TT on Tuesday, we had msn-ed and sms-ed quite a few times where I played "Uncle Agony" to her. Everytime she provided me with only a brief description of her "agony", promising to tell me the whole "juicy" details when we meet up. So last Tuesday, when I went to meet up with her, I went with a kind of "kay poh" attitude lor. Then............that fellow play me out leh. Out of the 6 events that she promised to tell me the details, that char bor only told me the details for 2 events only. Win liao lor! Diao wo de wei kou! (Give evil eyes to TT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then hor.......she paid for the makan when we left leh.............I haven't paid her yet.......hmmmmm..........so I guess I've to say good things of her then........TT you are very nice.......You are very good..........You very kind-hearted.............Hahaha............What else to say leh? Oh yeah! Can I don't pay you until you tell me the details of the other 4 events? Hahaha 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6200410615836111467?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6200410615836111467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6200410615836111467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6200410615836111467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6200410615836111467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/04/complaint-to-good-friend.html' title='Complaint to a Good Friend'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7303161832490688757</id><published>2008-04-08T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:22:24.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bitching Entry #02/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today met up with TT for a very late lunch. Spent about 2 hours bitching about other people. Hahaha. Quite shiok leh. During the same time, I also listened to her complain about her pampered sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back in the evening, i msn-ed with one of my "spy". &lt;em&gt;(To keep the "secret" identity of my spy, I shall use "it" as a pronoun to prevent people guessing the gender)&lt;/em&gt; I had another bitching session with my spy. My spy told me "it" had read my blog entry about my success with my china kid. In that entry, I mentioned a "TAN" and a certain "SEAH". My spy was quite bright lor, "it" was able to guess the real identity of that 2 jokers. My spy also don't like that "SEAH" lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here an excerpt of my spy's messages:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She teach the lesson can be soooooooooooo boring that u feel like sleeping"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"and then hor...she always scold...and scold and scold"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"almost the whole class dun like her ah..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"say in bad ways la...she sux!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"can say even worse la...she is the worst teacher i've met in my life so far"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"1 day hor...the hw can give a lot one lor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my fren and i do like mad cow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"bcuz hor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if dun do hor...she will say get outta my class!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised my spy that I'll blogged about what "it" told me. So here goes..........Wow! I thought that "SEAH" should be a damn good teacher leh, since that ah "TAN" so like her. But apparently it's not the case lor. Seems like ah "SEAH" is doing sucks lor. Even my spy don't like her. I suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in me because finally i heard from someone from the ground that ah "SEAH" is a lousy teacher. Definitely even worst than me. HAHAHA. To think that she is now going overboard to "carry the bola" of her new boss and her new boss like bo chup her. Wah! she now damn desperate liao leh. "Ground" no like her, "Sky" no like her. She may as well go jump from the 6th floor of the school liao. Plus don't let me start on her fake eyelashes. OMG, her fake lashes are a joke man! Even I, a guy who never put on fake eyelashes before, can say that the way she put on her fake lashes is a joke lor. She is really bad lor. Laugh until people die siao. Hahaha. I wonder who taught her how to put on her make-up and fake lashes wan. &lt;a href="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/e/elizabeth_taylor/thumbnails/tn2_elizabeth_taylor_4.jpg"&gt;Elizabeth Taylor&lt;/a&gt;??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7303161832490688757?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7303161832490688757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7303161832490688757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7303161832490688757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7303161832490688757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-bitching-entry-0208.html' title='My Bitching Entry #02/08'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4960633976427671718</id><published>2008-03-20T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:03:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to the Airport</title><content type='html'>Today, my sister-in-law and I went to the airport to send my dad off. He's going to Vietnam with his colleagues on a company-sponsored trip. His flight was for 4.05pm so we reached the airport slightly before 12.40pm, had our lunch at the food-court at T1 and then sat around there for like 50 minutes before we went up to the departure level of the airport. Upon reaching the departure level, I guided my dad to the counter where he needs to check in. (Yes, he needed guiding. His "internal GPS" is damn jia lat wan. He can't even remember T1 is the old terminal or new terminal.) Anyway, when we reach the counter at 2pm (Check-in should be at 2.05pm), my dad was kind of horrified to note that none of his colleagues were there. Fortunately, his colleagues managed to arrive at around 2.15pm. So he was "shoo off" by me at around 2.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I was supposed to meet the "very busy" TT for kopi at the airport later at 5 plus, I thought it will be rather stupid to go back home then come later to meet her. Plus I kind of miss "ogling" the SIA girls, so I decided to wait around the airport doing my "CCA" while waiting for TT to arrive. Then it hit me that I have not been to the T3 yet. So off to T3 I went. Not bad, quite nicely built, though I found some strange construction designs in T3. For example, I found a glass door behind a shop that is supposed to block entry into a small corridor that is behind the shop. The funny / strange part was that when I walk round the front of this shop to the other side, I came to this glass door. So I made me wonder if the door is supposed to block entry or is it just a design flaw by the architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to its newness, T3 is quite quiet lor. I was expecting to be able to "bio" some flight attendant "chio bu" there, but alas, there were only some ground crew working there and their "certain aspect" didn't meet my requirement lor. Kind of sian sia! Then, just as I was resigning myself to just admiring the taking-off and landing of the airplanes in the T3's viewing gallery, TT sms-ed me to inform that she had to "release my aeroplane" again. Wah very busy leh, TT! Anyway, the next time we meet up, I'm expecting an expensive "raw seafood" treat from you hor. (Hint......hint.....) Don't pretend, pretend hor. I don't want sushi, I want the other one "really raw seafood". So busy must mean piggy bank must also be very "busy" lah. Just a few trays of "really raw seafood" shouldn't kill your piggy wan lor. Hohoho............. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4960633976427671718?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4960633976427671718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4960633976427671718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4960633976427671718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4960633976427671718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-trip-to-airport.html' title='My Trip to the Airport'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-396575527447923315</id><published>2008-03-12T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:15:03.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spastic Old Man</title><content type='html'>Despite rushing for my projects, I was having a rather enjoyable Saturday and Sunday last weekend.  I went out on Saturday evening for late dinner with General, Princess &amp;amp; Obi Wan.  Had a wondrous time listening to them "updating" me about the events that had happened &amp;amp;/or are happening in YPS.  Got a lot of gossip to share with TT the next time we meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, all the nice feeling was destroyed / mired / tainted on Sunday afternoon by this one SPASTIC OLD NINCOMPOOP landlord of my China tuition kid from Bedok.  The incident went something like this.  I had 2 China kids' tuition appointments that afternoon.  One was in Tampines West (1pm - 2.30pm), another was in Bedok (3pm - 4.30pm).  As Tampines kid was his 1st session, I stayed back after the tuition with his mum to discuss the rates.  So when I left his house it was already 2.40pm.  I tried to flag-down a cab but all the cabs were occupied, so I had no choice but to take the bus down to Bedok.  While in the bus, I tried calling the Bedok kid to inform him that I'll be late but his mobile was not turned on.  As a result, I was 30 minutes late for my Bedok tuition.  When I went in the house, his landlord immediately stop me and scolded me.  Here a verbatim of his scolding and my reply.  (My personal comments are in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;italic&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Spastic Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey! You're late!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In my head)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah! The kid's mum is not in, he must be scolding me on behalf of the mum. Better apologise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry.  Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey! You are late! Do you know I have to cook my dinner at 5 o'clock!"&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(For the readers' info, our session is in the kitchen using the dining table.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(In my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Erm......I'm confused......Since I'm 30 minutes late, won't my session be 3.30pm - 5pm?  If I end at 5pm, how can I affected you?  You are cooking at 5pm, not eating at 5pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry! I didn't know........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey! I have to cook my dinner at 5 o'clock! This time never mind!  Next time, you come late!  I don't let you come in my house!  This is my house!  You must follow my rules!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In my head)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The last 3 sentences really got on my nerves!  Pardon me for using "colourful language")  KNNNBCCB!  I follow your rules!!!!!!  Don't let me come in!  You think just because you are the landlord, you damn big ah!  Lan jia lang!  You think I need your pig-sty to teach ah!  I'm a professional teacher leh!  As long as I have a place for my kid to sit down, I can teach my lessons liao!  Who need your house!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me  (Trying very hard not to show my emotion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I maintained my composure, kept my tone down and didn't get into a "shouting match" with that old fool.  Not that I would lose if we had a shouting match lah.  My ex-students can vouch for me that, in terms of sound volume, my competitors are by far very few lor.  Didn't want that old man to start crying because he can't out-shout me and he is scared by my fierce "scold people" look lah.  I got heart wan ok.  Anyway, 10 minutes before 5pm I ended the lesson lor.  Didn't want to get into that LCL to make noise.  And speaking of noise.  Did you know that landlord is the one who is making the most noise for the past sessions before last Sunday?  Every session, he will comes into the adjoined living-room, turned on his TV or Hi-Fi at nuisance volume level and enjoyed himself lying in his armchair.  Chow Turtle!  Can't he see we are having lessons!??  So loud, he's disturbing us leh!  PLUS he is a damn heavy chain smoker!  I'm not against smoker but as I have respiratory problem (i.e. asthma) I never like people to smoke in front of me.  But I kept quiet during all those sessions as I didn't want to make a fuzz as he was still ultimately the landlord of my kid and his mum.  But last Sunday's episode was really too much liao.  So before I left the house, I told my kid, from next session onwards, he is to meet me at the void deck.  We will have our lessons using the void deck tables and chairs.  I don't need to use that old man's unconducive apartment as a classroom.  Then this morning, I received a call from the kid's mum, apologising profusely about what had happened and asking me to conduct the lesson in their room, i.e. not in the void deck.  Wah, I felt so bad man!  Like I'm a evil person, forcing the innocent mum to make amendments for the OLD FAG's inconsiderate actions and words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-396575527447923315?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/396575527447923315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=396575527447923315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/396575527447923315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/396575527447923315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/03/spastic-old-man.html' title='Spastic Old Man'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8436740147748309110</id><published>2008-03-08T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:14:07.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzzzzzzzzzy</title><content type='html'>I had very busy this weeks and the week before.  Reasons been I have 1 group project to submit on this coming Monday, 1 group project presentation to give this coming Thursday and a Business Finance test the Tuesday after next.   The worst part is that both group projects are with 2 different groups of kakis, so sometimes have to rush around like a headless chicken on certain days to meet up with both groups.  Quite tiring leh!  Can't wait for the holidays to start in May.  Sigh.....Still have to wait long long.  Kind of envious of my students as starting today they will be on 9 days of term break.  Sian mu si le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to one of the kaki's house to do the project.  As we were typing our info into our notebooks and PCs, we were chit-chatting.  Somehow the topic shifted to blogging.  And I casually mentioned that my bestie, TT, will be starting a new sales job at St James (SJ), so if they happen to be in SJ, they &lt;strong&gt;must go and patronise&lt;/strong&gt; her.  No patronise her, I don't help them to proof-read their projects.  Hahaha.....(See TT!  I got help you advertise hor!  So make sure you know what to do when we meet up hor.  Must be automatic orh.  Hehehe.)  One of them, Thomas Thye, immediately replied "Hey! I'm also TT!"  Kannasai lah you, Thomas!  Don't spoil my image of TT!  The TT I had in mind is a chio bu, ok.  Don't spoil her reputation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about reputation, did you know that last time when I was still in YPS, one of the school attendants  Auntie Susie gave we both nicknames?  TT is mei ren yu (Mermaid in Chinese) and me is bao qing tian (Justice Bao in Chinese).  Kannasai man!  I agree with TT's nickname but I don't agree to mine lor.  PCY more fierce than me never name him bao qing tian, name me.  I so nice guy, right?  (Note:  Those in my project groups have to say YES to the above question.  Bear in mind I'm holding the only soft-copy of our projects.)   8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8436740147748309110?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8436740147748309110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8436740147748309110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8436740147748309110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8436740147748309110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/03/buzzzzzzzzzzy.html' title='Buzzzzzzzzzzy'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8438484063433919224</id><published>2008-03-03T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:52:58.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boliao entry 03/03</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, after my tuition in Bedok, I realised my mobile's battery was going flat liao but it still had 5% power left in the battery. Now I'm one of those jokers that will only charge the battery when it's 100% flat. So in a "desperate" attempt to use up the remaining 5% power, I began sms-chatted with TT. Our topic mainly revolves around how come &lt;a href="http://mummumsushi.blogs.friendster.com/mummumsushi/2008/02/juz_another_day.html"&gt;TT's parents can recognised BMW&lt;/a&gt; at 201 few days back. When I raise this question to her, TT told me that she also don't know why they know it's BMW leh. Upon "further intensive" questioning by me, she suggested a rather long-winded reason. (Bear with me for awhile.) Few years back, TT was on MC for "kissing the drain". BMW and HKK visited TT at home that time (no idea how come they never "chio" me along, may have something going on between both of them). Anyway, TT's parents were not at home that time. So when they learnt about the visit, they asked TT to describe BMW &amp;amp; HKK's "attractive" features to them. TT must had given them a very good description of their features because few days back, when TT's parents was in 201, they immediately recognised BMW and HKK. Don't play, play ah! TT's description skills! Scary siao! Erm...on the other hand TT, if your parents asked about my features, can you like describe only the good features? Say something like "He's very handsome........very suave.....very gentleman.....(insert good adjectives)" Keep out the not so nice part, ok? I buy you kopi next time we meet. Hahaha 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, certain "blue thingy cum willy's fan" has been "begging" me to shut-down my shout box. Reason being, her Internet connection's speed is comparable to a tortise / snail so it takes quite long for my blog page to upload on her screen. Erm.....Sorry lor......Hahaha....Cannot.......Not my shout box's problem leh.......It's your connection problem lah........Even if I shut it down, my blog will still take "years" to upload on your screen wan wat. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8438484063433919224?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8438484063433919224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8438484063433919224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8438484063433919224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8438484063433919224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/03/boliao-entry-0303.html' title='Boliao entry 03/03'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5550261172271619034</id><published>2008-02-26T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:16:49.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath to a Previous Entry</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I met TT on the MSN. Chatted with her for a while. She said one of my blog entry was very hilarious. She said she laugh and laugh until stomachache. Hmm...Wonder if she was laughing at my "poor" English or was she laughing at that something else in that entry. Anyway, thank you TT for your compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT also told me why she thought the smses were "disturbing" to her. According to TT, apparently there was another sms that was sent to her previously by this "classic poet". Therefore, she came to the conclusion that "the poet" was trying to be "funny". It happened few years back when she was still in her previous job. She was with her best friend, TV, when she received this message from the "poet". (Note: Fictitious name has been used to protect the innocent in this sms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a physical defect, even &lt;em&gt;Charlie&lt;/em&gt; tease me becuz of it and my ex left me becuz i'm short."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took them both some time before they understood this message. This was because "the poet" is taller than 1.70m, which is considered quite tall for "shorties" like TT and TV. Therefore, after eliminating the possibility that "the poet" was talking about his physical height, they both came to the conclusion that "the poet" was in fact talking about another physical body part that is normally measured in inches by people. (That's as far as I can write. Anymore descriptive this entry will be rated 'RA' and cause the reader's face to kanna a pimple plague on their backside. So use your own "coconut" and imagine for yourself what I'm trying to describe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah piang eh! I really must hand it to this "poet"! I think he may be trying to be humorous and joked about his "short"coming. But, please lah, no one joke about it this way to a peer who's from the opposite sex. Furthermore, there're many untrue in this sms. Let me point them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st error can be found in the phrase ".........even &lt;em&gt;Charlie&lt;/em&gt; tease me becuz of it.......". Wah lao eh! Cannot take it man! I must rectify something for our guy population hor. When we, guys, go toilet to do our "small business", none of us will be so boliao as to peek over to the other side to look at other people "short"coming. This is because we will be busy looking at our own to ensure a "smooth delivery". Even if we happen to see a bit of other's "shortcoming, it will be a quick glance lasting not more that half-a-sec, because of the "what you have, I also have" mentality. People that stare and analysis at other people "you know what" in the toilet for longer than half-a sec are either gay or he's a urology doctor. Furthermore, the "you know what" is very elastic wan lor. It reaches different lengths and sizes depending on the weather, room temperature, people and occasion. (Not sure about other people but mine do.) Thus it is not possible for &lt;em&gt;Charlie&lt;/em&gt; to be able to make any comments or tease about the "short"coming, unless our "classic poet" like to flash his "you know what" and asked people to see or comment lor. If there's the case, then he had only himself to blame lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd error can be found in the phrase "........and my ex left me becuz i'm short". I shook my head after I reading at this part of the sms because our "poet" made two mistakes here. 1st mistake, by telling people that your ex left you because you are short, you are indirectly telling people that your ex saw your "you know what" before. This means that you were both "under-dressed" at certain time of your relationship. This also means that our "poet" can't act naive in the future with regards to the "you know what". Plus there is only 1 way that a girl can know the length of her boyfriend's "you know what", which is to find a quiet location and ................see for themselves. It is definitely not possible to visually estimate her boyfriend's "you know what" when he is "well-dressed". This is because, just like there're ways to enhance a girl's certain body part, the length of a guy's "you know what" can also be enhanced visually. For more information on this kind of "visual enhancement", watch the DVD "Deuce Bigalow 2" and then go to the market to buy the recommended enhancement organic materials. 2nd mistake this "poet" did was to reveal to another girl that his "you know what" is short. This is because fate is a very strange thing, although you two are ordinary friends now, but few day / weeks / years down the road you two may hitched up with each other. (Yes I know, the thought of TT and the "poet" hitching up together is not a pretty sight but bear with me for awhile.) Therefore revealing your "short"coming secret to another girl will seriously diminished your chance of hitching up with the girl as this secret will be used against you. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5550261172271619034?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5550261172271619034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5550261172271619034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/02/aftermath-to-previous-entry.html' title='Aftermath to a Previous Entry'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-464292224027768280</id><published>2008-02-24T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:17:08.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutoring Success</title><content type='html'>Remember in one of my previous entry, I blogged about a China kid that I was giving intensive tutition to prepare him for his P5 placement exam.  The kid took his exam on the 4 Feb (Mon).  After 3 Feb (Sun), the kid's mum told me that she will contact me again if he is promoted to P5.  If he didn't get the promotion, she will contact me at the end of the year for P5 tuition.  I didn't think much of it, cuz like I said previously I've tried my best and the kid is quite bright but given the short time frame to "force" the entire P4 English syllabus and the P3/4 Science Syllabus down the kids's throat, I wasn't expecting the kid to be promoted to P5.  I predicted that kid will get 40+ marks for his English, 80+ for Math &amp;amp; 30+ for Science.  So he most probably will continue to be in P4 lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week, his mum called me to inform me of his results.  Not bad lor his results.  51 marks for English, 69 marks for Math and 47 for Science.  Higher than what I've expected for English and Science but a but surprised to know his Math dropped.  Anyway. the mum said the school has submited his results to MOE, and now it is waiting for MOE's decision to promote or retain his level.  I was still quite confident that since he didn't pass all 3 exams, MOE will only retained his level.  Then yesterday, his mum called me again to inform me that MOE has decided to promote him to P5.  Chow Turtle!  Damn MOE really dun like me man!  Everything I do, it will and musto do the opposite.  Really hate MOE!  Here goes my free time to rot at home!   Hahaha....But you got to admit I'm a damn good teacher leh!  Maybe even the best in S'pore, M'sia, and some say Batam!  8-)   Within 17 days, I managed to make a China kid, who arrived in S'pore only in October last year, to pass his English exam, I must be damn good lor!  Hahaha.... And within the same 17 days, I managed to squeeze a kid who have no P3 Science knowledge to get a not bad grade for the P4 Science exam, I must be damn super "tok kong" good lor.  Can't fault me for the drop in Math though, the mum said his Math is very good so no need me to tuition the Math so I spent only like 4 hours on his Math only and when I tested him with a RGS P4 Maths SA2 2007 paper, he got 80+ marks.  So how was I to know, his school math paper is more difficult than RGS.  Anyway, like I mentioned I'm a &lt;strong&gt;DAMN GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; teacher lor!!!  Clap leh!  Still waiting for what??  Btw, this success had also brought back memories that a certain "TAN" and a certain "SEAH" once said I wasn't teaching in a way that the kids can learn, i.e. I'm a lousy teacher.  So you two b***hes, GO FIND A SPIDER AND GET YOURSELVES ANAL INSERTED!  CUZ FOR A REASON, THAT CHINA KID GOT PROMOTED WITHIN 17 DAYS! AND YOU ARE DEFINITELY NOT THE REASON, B***HES!  If I was a lousy teacher? Do you think that kid can can promoted?  This also brought back another memory that the same certain "TAN" once said, "The kids improved because they are older already." i.e. Kids improved because they are older, it got nothing to do with my teaching.  My reply now is GO F*** Y******* B****! You think if I never go teach that China kid, that fellow can get promoted to P5 because of his age?  You are as lame as a certain "history guy" man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-464292224027768280?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/464292224027768280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=464292224027768280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/464292224027768280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/464292224027768280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/02/tutoring-success.html' title='Tutoring Success'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3834423033525570375</id><published>2008-02-23T22:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:17:34.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick!</title><content type='html'>I wasn't feeling very well this morning when I woke up. Got cough, a bit sore throat and a "marathon" nose. I think I'm having the early symptoms of flu. Sway man. I wanted to just stay at home and rot my flu away. But alas, I've already made plans with my SIM kakis to go out do our project and then go watch movie lor. So bo pian lor. Went out did part of the project and then caught the "Ah Long Pte Ltd" at Marina. Whole day used the panadol cold to tahan but now run out of panadol cold liao. Die man! Need to go find some drugs to stop that nose. It has been running non-stop. Very good stamina. My nose join Olympic marathon bao win gold medal wan lor. Good thing is the movie damn funny lor. I can understand all the jokes in the movie. Very (x10) funny lor. Took me off my sickness for a while, laughing very hard at some gags in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I just receive news from TT that BMW has broke off his friendship with TT over what TT wrote in her blog. The whole incident happen because BMW suddenly sent a very strange message to TT. With TT's approval, I shall now quote words for words from his texts, but names mentioned in his text has been given fake names in italic to protect the innocents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(BTW, PEOPLE BELOW 21 YEARS OLD, GO AWAY NOW!!!! THE TEXTS BELOW WILL MAKE YOUR HAIR ALL FALL OFF AND YOUR BACKSIDE WILL GROW MANY HUMONGOUS PIMPLES IF YOU CONTINUE READING THEM!!!!!!! YOU SHOULDN'T CONTINUE READING THIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here? Busybody! If anything happen to your head or backside, don't blame me. I gave you warning to warn you liao. You die die want to read. You handle your own sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Yeah! Before I continue, what I wrote here is not meant or attempting to offend / insult / smear anyone's reputation, or anything like-wise. I just want to bring to light the problem that a person may have failed to see or visualise. So don't come and sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1st sms by BMW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pal, I ask u a biology question. My &lt;em&gt;David &lt;/em&gt;ask how sperm enter the female I told him briefly through Anus insertion. &lt;em&gt;Alice &lt;/em&gt;sae wrong! Issit it anus to Vigina?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost die laughing when TT show me this. I mean he can't be serious he didn't know, right? I mean even if you never take biology in Secondary School or JC, but don't tell me you go NS also never learn. Even if school &amp;amp; NS never teach, when you watched "artistic" VCD, you will also know wan mah. Unless those he watched were those.......... Plus, that &lt;em&gt;David&lt;/em&gt; he mentioned I remembered he should be in P4 this year (unless I remembered wrongly). I'm also tutoring a P4 kid in science, I don't recall the topic reproduction is in the P4 old and new syllabus. I know in P5 old &amp;amp; new science syllabus then got learn. Anyway, I even try to help BMW by explaining to TT maybe he really don't know mah, so he asked lor. But like TT said in her blog, erm....34+ still don't know, a bit strange lor. So I told TT to ignore him &amp;amp; don't reply to his sms if she is really offended by his sms lor. But being the "kind-hearted" TT, she sms back, "Go check p5 txtbk". Then BMW sms another message to TT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd sms by BMW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I correct rite &lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt; sae I wrong. She din koe its anus to virgina.. I mean its general knowledge like I v goo doo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah piang! He can't be serious. "Anus to virgina", then baby come out from urinary tract ah?!!! Can't help him liao. I told TT to just ignore that fellow lor. But I guess TT kept brooding over his smses and I guess she finally buay tahan liao, so she blog about &lt;a href="http://http//mummumsushi.blogs.friendster.com/mummumsushi/2008/02/sicko.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; lor. And our "classic fellow" smsed this to TT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd sms by BMW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must have mistaken my intention. My mistake was to ask u which was wrong, I thot being friend I can ask u without going to the textbk, waste time. It is not so, I m sorry again. Well, u have make it clear its end of this friendship. I will respect it so it will be. Won't bother u again. U take care...byebye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! He's really "classic" lor. I mean, in TT's blog, she never even mentioned BMW by name or by abbreviation. She had quite tactfully written it without using names, however by acknowledging it to TT, won't that prove TT's case. And TT never in her blog mentioned anything about ending her friendship with him. That fellow ah! I have a funny feeling, if he chance upon this entry, he'll also give me the same "classic" end-of-friendship sms or phone call lor. But even if he want to end our friendship, I also must caution him this lor. I've asked around (ok lah, only 1 guy, my reservist kaki, a lawyer), according to the "MISCELLANEOUS OFFENCES (PUBLIC ORDER AND NUISANCE) ACT (CHAPTER 185)" of Singapore, BMW can be sued in court under Section 13A &amp;amp; 13B of this law for harassment. No joke wan, you can check &lt;a href="http://http//statutes.agc.gov.sg/non_version/html/homepage.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; up on the net! And because this law is part of the Penal Code (i.e. criminal in nature), the state (i.e. police's lawyer) will be sue-ing him, not TT. So BMW was really close lor. If TT had taken action, BMW won't be so free to sms his "classic" message wan lor. Of course, BMW can retort "What I did wasn't harassment!" Let me point out the 2 main points in his problem. 1st point, the recipient of his sms is a person of the opposite sex. According to the law, as long as this person felt that the message is offensive to him/her, he/she can make a police report and the police will "do the honour" of charging BMW in court. 2nd point, TT &lt;strong&gt;don't need to prove&lt;/strong&gt; that the sms is a harassment, the responsibility is on BMW's side to prove that it is &lt;strong&gt;NOT a harassment.&lt;/strong&gt; In BMW's case, taken into consideration he's &lt;strong&gt;34+ man&lt;/strong&gt;, it will be very difficult to argue otherwise lor. I mean it's like you go to a supermarket, you take a bottled drink, without asking, you will know that if you walk out of supermarket now, you will be charged for shoplifting. You don't need anyone to remind you to pay before leaving wat. Same principles applies to BMW's case, by his age now, he should know anal insertion will never reach virginal. It's really very difficult, near impossible, to argue he didn't know. The judge won't accept don't know as a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BMW you know your problem already? Like I said don't sue me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3834423033525570375?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3834423033525570375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3834423033525570375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8224105524882914810</id><published>2008-02-20T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:06:26.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Last week, I read TT's blog entry about Valentine's Day.  In her blog, she lamented that for 2 years straight, she had not went dating on 14 Feb.  Kind of no kick to me when i read it lor.  For the past 9 years straight, I have not went dating on 14 Feb liao.  Come to think of it, it's equal to 3285 days.  Very long never go pak tor liao.  When the chance come, maybe I even don't know how to date liao.  Haha.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my lecturer for small business suddenly asked my small biz project group leader to see him.  Made us quite scare then, because we thought our project topic was rejected by him.  You see, for our project we have to do a research on a topic related to small business lor, and we are required to inform him on the chosen topic and await his approval before we can start on our research.  So after "numerous" brainstorming sessions, we finally submited our topic "How does a small pizza delivery firm completes against the local big firm"  to him on the day of the deadline.  Then last week he suddenly called my group leader to go see him.  Siao liao, we all thought.  Topic can't pass QC.  Our brain cells all on vacation, can't think of any topics liao.  Luckily, it wasn't what we were fretting.  It turn out that there was a guy who couldn't find a group thus our lecturer is pairing him with our group.  So my project group members was risen from 3 to 4.  Didn't talk much to the new guy.  Only know he is call Billy and his email address.  And guess what.  His email is a MOE email leh.  Don't play, play.  He may be a cher!  Scary occupation!  Hahaha 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8224105524882914810?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8224105524882914810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8224105524882914810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8224105524882914810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8224105524882914810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7959906061411132538</id><published>2008-01-30T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:02:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of my Driving Test</title><content type='html'>Yo people! Guess what?  I just came back from my driving test.  My results...........I..........FAILED!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;!  Have to delay my car buying plan to a later date.   8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7959906061411132538?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7959906061411132538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7959906061411132538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7959906061411132538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7959906061411132538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/01/results-of-my-driving-test.html' title='Results of my Driving Test'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1428701103147791500</id><published>2008-01-27T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:22:48.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of Busy Weeks</title><content type='html'>Hi people! Miss me?  I've been really busy since my last entry on 8 Jan.  My SIM course started liao, plus I took in a new tuition kid (china kid) this year.  The new kid's mum want me to drill the child within this 3 weeks all the p4 syllabus for English &amp;amp; Science so that he can sit for a p5 placement test on the week before CNY.  That's why I've been giving tuition from Monday to Sunday non-stop for the past 2 weeks.   See that kid's face see until sian liao.  Frankly, the kid is quite bright lor, but to squeeze the whole year's syllabus for Eng &amp;amp; Sci into just 3 weeks, damn siong lor.  The kid just can't absorb &amp;amp; comprehend fast enough, especially the science one.  Everytime I puke blood like merlion, the kid still can't apply the knowledge to the qn.  Plus, I've anticipated the school will be giving him the sci paper based on the pre-2008 sci syllabus.  But this year the sci syllabus change liao, so the present sci assessment books are all based on the new syllabus, big problem in finding qns to drill too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, quite a lot of stuff happen in my life during this few weeks too.  I'll inform you guys as the days go.  My present MAIN concern now is to pass my driving test this coming Wednesday.  Having the nervous pang now.  So far my practices not bad lor.  I found out dat, as long as I've got enough sleep, my forms during practice have been quite good lor.  So far the instructors said i shd be able to pass lor.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1428701103147791500?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1428701103147791500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1428701103147791500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1428701103147791500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1428701103147791500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/01/review-of-busy-weeks.html' title='Review of Busy Weeks'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8497253572418930494</id><published>2008-01-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:28:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Mock Driving Test</title><content type='html'>Today for my driving lesson, the instructor gave me a mock of the actual driving test.  Not bad. Failed the test. Hahaha. 8)  Made 5 mistakes only, but they were damn expensive lor.  Cost me 40 demerit points. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st mistake, struck down the 1 of the back pole when I was reversing for my parallel parking.  Damn heavy rain, ok.  I was straining my eyes to see where's that pole when I heard it fell.  Kannasai!  Cost me 10 points there.  Good thing is the instructor said, other then that mistake, my parking was perfect.  Applause please!  Thank you...thank you... 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd &amp;amp; 3rd mistake, out on the road, I stopped the car near the pedestrian crossing line at two separate junctions.  Hahaha..... Each time I was waiting for the car in front to turn right so that I can turn right too, when the traffic lights turned amber.  Siao liao, if I chiong then I know sure minus points wan lor.  So I braked lor but my car was already over the stop line, but before the pedestrian crossing line, liao.  Sian siao.  Kanna deducted 10 points each time.  But, during the review, the instructor said actually these deductions at that situation is quite subjective wan lor, Some tester will deduct, some won't, but he deducted to pay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th mistake, having kanna deducted 20 points, I decided to chiong at amber.  Kannasai! Deducted 8 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th mistake, when I was crossing a hump, I used gear 3 instead of the required gear 2.  So kanna deducted 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the review, the instructor told me that actually my mistakes were mainly careless mistakes, still correctable.  I just need to be more careful the next time when I'm reversing, plus moderating and toning-down my acceleration of the car as I approached a junction, I should be able to prevent my 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd mistake from occurring again.  Overall, he couldn't find fault with my driving.  He was quite happy with my circuit performance. Every station I did it swee swee, other than that struck down pole incident, of course.  He said he was actually surprised when I continued to reverse the car somemore that time, because my car was already perfectly centred and straighthen in the lot.  Wah piang!  I felt so stupid when I heard him said that. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8497253572418930494?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8497253572418930494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8497253572418930494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8497253572418930494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8497253572418930494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-mock-driving-test.html' title='1st Mock Driving Test'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6774177363834014805</id><published>2008-01-01T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:21:36.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year &amp; 2008's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone!  Extremely happy for me cuz, for the 1st time in 5 years, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO NEED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go back to school after the new year. So shiok man!  Ok, I shall stop gloating about my good fortune here, in case certain people start giving me the evil eyes and cold shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading TT's blog and I saw her 2008's resolutions.  Quite interesting. So I shall make 1 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008 Resolutions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to find some way to lose some inches (at least 1 inch) from my waist.  (Expanded quite a lot since my NS days liao.  Must do something before I become obese.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass my chin-up for once in 10 years.  (About time I break my "zero-fighter" status.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level-up my GE characters to level 100 by the end of 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack the "pig-sty" I call me room.  (Damn difficult task.  I got like 4 years of teaching materials dump in my room, havn't found the place to re-dump them yet.  Any volunteers for space?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a steady girlfriend, if heaven permits.  (No rush for me actually.  Just need to do something to stop that irritating dad from nagging at me again in 2008.  Apparently, he keep insisting that it my fault that no girls like me.  He said it is due to my bad temper.  Me bad temper?  You must be joking.  My temper so nice.  Hahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok 5 resolutions, good enough liao.  If make too much then can't do it by year-end, very low morale wan.  Wah!  Now i look at it, I feel like I'm setting my targets for my work review. Noooo.......... 8(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6774177363834014805?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6774177363834014805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6774177363834014805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6774177363834014805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6774177363834014805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008s-resolutions.html' title='Happy New Year &amp; 2008&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8364180714281488843</id><published>2007-12-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:23:35.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struck by Stupidity</title><content type='html'>I still remember in one of my past entries I blogged about my "impossible mission" to arrange a 2nd date with my blind date girl.  It happens that today, while I was giving tuition, I received a sms from the blind date middle-lady stating that the blind date is waiting for me to message her to arrange another date with her. i.e. I still got chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being an idiotic buffoon, I messaged that blind date girl to ask for another date and jokingly mentioned the info I received.  Big mistake.  The messages replied by the blind date girl were rather cold and hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After conferencing with my "romance advisor", I came to realise that I may have hurt her ego when I jokingly mentioned the message from the middle-lady.  Sigh......I didn't meant to do that......I was just trying to add humour to my message......Sigh......Really blew it this time......Even apologising also cannot recover back liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it now, my "humorous message" sound kind of like the jokes a certain BMW will crack when his love-interest is in sight......Siao liao lah!  Blew my chances already bad enough liao.  Now I'm resembling BMW in my message!  I want to perform the Seppuku on myself liao. 8(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8364180714281488843?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8364180714281488843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8364180714281488843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8364180714281488843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8364180714281488843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/12/struck-by-stupidity.html' title='Struck by Stupidity'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2616538513183040779</id><published>2007-12-25T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:49:03.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Greeting!</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2616538513183040779?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2616538513183040779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2616538513183040779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2616538513183040779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2616538513183040779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-greeting.html' title='Christmas Greeting!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4788439551971857061</id><published>2007-12-22T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:10:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Belated B'day Celebration</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my very really belated b'day celebration by small master and ladylynn.  Really touched that they remembered my b'day and celebrated it for me.  So touched....See, eyes wet wet liao.  Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they didn't know I am a RC (Roman Catholic) before they asked me out today (actually is Friday 8.30pm).  So they didn't know that I have to abstain from land animals' meat on Friday.  This partly my fault also lor, cuz when I go out with them on Friday, I always make a conscious but discreet effort to only order fish or vegan meal on this day.  The best part was, when small master was driving me home, she asked me if I was a recent converted RC cuz she thought I was a free-thinker.  Wah piang!  I'm a RC for 32 years liao.  I even serve in the church as an altar server during my teenage years i.e. I help the priest during the church's various masses and celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't know the fact that I am a RC wasn't as bad as a certain BMW, who knew I am a  RC, will every now and then, asked me when am I going to become a true christian like him i.e. convert to his Christan denomination.  CB-ian!  What makes you think your denomination, which was set-up by a king just so that he can divorced his queen in order to marry another woman, was the true Christan one?  No offence to his denomination but he's really disgracing his own denomination with his stupidity and immaturity lor.  And he dare said he was a history person.  If that is so, my butt is a professor of history liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway putting that BMW issue aside, as a result of my abstaining, I couldn't eat a lot of stuff at the restaurant they wanted to treat me lor.  Have to settle for fries and onion rings only lor.  But their kind gestures really touched me lor.  8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4788439551971857061?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4788439551971857061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4788439551971857061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4788439551971857061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4788439551971857061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/12/really-belated-bday-celebration.html' title='Really Belated B&apos;day Celebration'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8696007333367613046</id><published>2007-12-13T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:11:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excursion to Car Showrooms</title><content type='html'>Both my parents happened to be on leave today. So today after my driving lessons at 10.10am, they came to Ubi to pick me up. And since all the cars' showrooms were just nearby, my dad suggested we go visit the showrooms. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop Honda's showroom. We went straight to look at the Honda City that I was thinking of buying. Quite satisfied with what we saw until my dad asked the salesman for the price, then our mouth open big, big. Wah lau eh! About $60,000! It's so expensive! (Actually I know the price liao but with parents must play-act a bit mah.) So my dad asked for the salesman's namecard then quickly whisked us away from the showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop Subaru's showroom. My parents were very impressed with the Impreza that I was interested in. The only 2 let-downs were that the back passengers' legroom space is quite "compact" and the car's ceiling is actually quite short lor. This means that I can only let "giants" sit in my impreza. The damn good thing about this car is that the price lor! The salesman quoted us $49,988 and he confirmed that the car comes directly from Japan! My parents were close to drooling in the showroom, and I have do the whisking this time. Parents! (Shake head....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop Chevrolet's showroom. The salesman tone turned kind of icy when he heard we are just checking out the cars and we are not buying yet. The cars we viewed were quite good lor. But the salesman, maybe due to us not patronising him, refuse to give any discounts / freebies when we asked him lor. Too bad for him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th stop Toyota's showroom. Apparently, the only manual car left is the Vios. No more Yaris liao. And the Vios are selling like hot-cakes (or is it hot-cars?). Anyway, there's only 2 colours left lor. Frankly, I'm not interested in Vios lor. I'm learning Vios now, so I've literally test-driven Vios many times liao. The car is quite good but the torque is just not up to my comfort lor. Anyway, I read on the net Toyota Japan is no longer manufacturing Vios, this means the stock that Toyota S'pore is selling is like the storeroom's stock lor. Not sure if it's true though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th stop Suzuki's showroom. It took us some time to find the showroom. Found it just when we drove pass the showroom. Kannasai! We had to make a big turn to go back to the showroom. Anyway the saleswoman who serve us impressed my parents on the qualities and goodness of the Swift Sports (Hmm....or were they impressed by her beauty?) Then my mum opened the back passenger's door and nearly freak-out. If the Subaru's back legroom is compact, this suzuki's back legroom is a joke. Wah lau eh! For who to sit man! So packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the lunch break, I asked my parents for their choice of the cars. I have to listen to their advice cuz they are sponsoring 10K each. As for the reason for the sponsorship, it's another story to be given on another day. Their verdict was: Subaru Impreza! Die die must buy! So cheap! I asked my mum, "But you said the back was very cramped wat?" And my mum answered, "Ya I said that. But that was before I saw the Suzuki one. The Subaru looks spacious after that." So it looks like I may most probably be buying the Subaru. Sigh! No choice! Minority shareholders leh! I dun wan to be sue under S216 of the Company Act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8696007333367613046?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8696007333367613046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8696007333367613046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8696007333367613046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8696007333367613046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/12/excursion-to-car-showrooms.html' title='Excursion to Car Showrooms'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3726621802778755835</id><published>2007-12-08T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:31:58.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrolment &amp; Blind Date Review</title><content type='html'>Today I return to SIM for my enrolment exercise. Kind of sad to know that I won't be in the same class with my this semester project kakis for all the subjects, as they need to retake some of the this semester subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, in the MRT, I've also messaged my blind date girl to arrange for another date. Frankly, after the 1st date, we haven't dated again. I have tried asking her out several times after the 1st date but she had always rejected my requests, citing work commitments. Sigh....Maybe she doesn't have good impression of me after that 1st date. Heard from the middle-man after that 1st date that she said that I am a nice guy. Now come to think of it she may have hidden meanings behind those words. Kind of demoralised liao. Not sure what to do now. I mean since we have only met once, if she rejected me I won't be too down wan lor since the relationship haven't even started yet. I'm now just thinking taking the relationship / friendship 1 step at a time lah. I just want to give a try to see if this thing can work out or not. The response I getting is kind of limited lor. I mean if she rejecting my date request b'cuz she is really busy with work I can understand lah, though to work even on xmas eve's nite was like kind of no-life to me. But who am I to make noise? As long as she can take it and like it, can liao. But the next question will be when then can we arrange a date? On the other hand, if she rejecting my date request b'cuz she is giving me the hints that she is not interested in me, then perhaps I should put a stop to my wishful date request liao. Sigh.... Not sure which steps to take now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, after my unfortunate incident in NP, I have developed a "frozen heart" when it comes to BGR liao, that's why I'm single even up to now. This time I thought that for the 1st time after so long, perhaps I can start to thaw my heart. But I dunno leh. The response from the girl is quite of strange lor. If I think on the bright side, when then can we date again? If I think on the dark side, I should continue to freeze my heart lor. Then am I going to freeze it til when? Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian Ah! Dunno what to do liao ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3726621802778755835?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3726621802778755835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3726621802778755835' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3726621802778755835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3726621802778755835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/12/enrolment-blind-date-review.html' title='Enrolment &amp; Blind Date Review'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7792146778113248255</id><published>2007-12-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:54:27.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Came back from my Genting trip liao. I went with smurfie and ladylynn this time. I was like their tour guide this time. Guiding them around the various outdoor attractions. We played quite a few (5 only) of the "death-defying" rides. Yup all the rides were "death-defying" including the last ride where we were "chased at break-neck speed" by two kids. Hahaha. I must say that 2 ladies are really quite energetic. They simply refuse to move indoor even when the sky turned dark and foggy and drizzled. Even when we were indoors, they insist on going back "several time" to see if the weather had cleared so that they can played some more. Kids this days! Whole mind just play, play and play. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to been on more thrilling rides in Australia and Japan, I found most of the Genting's rides a bit over-hyped lor. Their advertised thrilling rides doesn't seems thrilling to me lor. A bit disappointed lah. And those that I found thrilling, we didn't have the chance to try out due to the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I also learnt some things about my these 2 genting kakis, especially our small master during this trip. Her "business" timing can be really "time-defying". Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7792146778113248255?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7792146778113248255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7792146778113248255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7792146778113248255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7792146778113248255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2423158920482274408</id><published>2007-12-03T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:48:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away on Holiday</title><content type='html'>Dear folks, I'll be away for 3 days on vacation.  If there're any messages for me, please record your message after the sound 'beep'.  I'll get back to you when I'm back. 'BEEEEEEEEP!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2423158920482274408?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2423158920482274408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2423158920482274408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2423158920482274408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2423158920482274408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/12/away-on-holiday.html' title='Away on Holiday'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4558564503771584943</id><published>2007-11-28T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:59:20.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sway Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning went for my driving lessons.  Reach the driving school at 8am.  I had plenty of time to spare so I went to look for my designated car and then I sat in the canteen to wait for the instructor.  Alas, maybe due to the fact I forgot to pray before I left my home, I got back that M*****f****r instructor again.  And just like last time, he criticised every aspects of my driving.  Constantly nagging at me.  "Why never turn on your left signal?" (Turning still about 50 metres away.)  "Why never check mirror before you check the blindspot?" (Check liao,but keep saying never check.)  "Your car only have 1 gear, is it?" (Bloody hell! Checking blind spot and mirrors and turning how to change gear so fast!)  Damn stress and strew-up my lesson today.  Almost had the impulse to just crash the car to the left to kill that CB-ian cum shit-face cum LC-kia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4558564503771584943?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4558564503771584943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4558564503771584943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4558564503771584943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4558564503771584943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/sway-morning.html' title='Sway Morning'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5630280356745206414</id><published>2007-11-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:39:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars' Talk</title><content type='html'>I'll be taking my driving practical test in about 2 months time.  Hope I'll pass the test this time round.  The last time I took it was in 2000.  Strike curb at the directional changer part.  Tester said I mount the curb.  Lazy to argue with him.  Accepted that immediate failure he gave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope that I this time round I'll make it lor.  So far my performance during my driving lessons has been quite good lor.  Not perfect but already got chance to pass liao.  I'm taking school this time round.  Most of the instructors are satisfied with my performance, except one idiotic instructor who took me during my 3rd lesson.  Apparently, he is not happy with my progress.  He felt that I'm progressing too fast.  3rd lesson and I'm already out on the road.  He nit-pick at my gear change, clutch control, time to speed, stopping distance, etc.  In short, whatever I do also was wrong in his eyes.  Bloody Pariyah! That Chow Turtle!  That lesson was so stress for me!  Almost had an accident when I was on the road.  I'm very buay song with that f****r lor.  If he felt my basic driving skills are not there then make me drive in the circuit or at some less congested roads.  That m*****f****r made me drove at those congested roads, plus it was a rainy day.  KNNBCCB! I don't want to get him again!  Fortunately, all the others instructors were not like him.  I mean I made mistakes here and there but to be as bad as he claimed I was, I serious don't agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway putting that bad experience aside, now I'm researching cars that I can buy once I pass my test.  Hmmm...which car should I go for?  I've done some extensive research on the net and I've narrowed down my pick to either a Honda City 1.5  VTEC or a Subaru Impreza 1.6I or Suzuki Swift Sports 1.6.  Still can't confirm which will be best suited for me without a test-drive.  So I really have to wait till I got my licence then after my test-driving then I can confirm which car I getting lor.  Any suggestions for a good buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During test-drive day, I'm going to bring my entire family, squeeze into the test-drive car because I wanna see how the cars performed under full-load condition.  See if the car have any difficulties in turning corners, stopping, accelerating and speeding.  Quite important to me lor since I may have to drive my entire family from times to times.  And this is something I'm almost 99.999% sure BMW didn't do when he test-drove his Renault. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5630280356745206414?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5630280356745206414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5630280356745206414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5630280356745206414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5630280356745206414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/cars-talk.html' title='Cars&apos; Talk'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6859308391165975906</id><published>2007-11-22T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:20:42.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Date Review</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a blind date.  Can't say much yet.  Have to see how events unfold. Hehehe 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a poem I compose about today's date. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nteresting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;efined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ncouraging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xperience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? Small master, my poem can? 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6859308391165975906?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6859308391165975906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6859308391165975906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6859308391165975906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6859308391165975906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/blind-date-review.html' title='Blind Date Review'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8814136205629000868</id><published>2007-11-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:02:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 Fuming Entry</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah!  Forgot to mention in my previous entry.  I'm now not very happy with certain people in my ex-profession lor.  I heard from TT that she was asked to attend KSP's farewell dinner.  Kannasai!  Never invite me!  I not fur-lend with KSP is it???!!  Chow Turtle!  Now you 'chio' me I also dun go liao!  8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8814136205629000868?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8814136205629000868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8814136205629000868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8814136205629000868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8814136205629000868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/12-fuming-entry.html' title='1/2 Fuming Entry'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7305056119243772973</id><published>2007-11-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:07:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch and Cars</title><content type='html'>Had lunch with TT today. Finally got a chance to meet her. We had a nice afternoon 'bitching' about people in our ex-profession, especially about BMW and his immature attitude about his car. He lives in his own surreal world where he thinks that his car is the best car in the world. Unfortunate for him, I'm no car idiot lor (my dad is a mechanic.) I know that his car's engine is reasonably good for a 1,600cc car, but given the steep price he had to pay for his car, his car is really not value for money. The fuel consumption was also quite high. For that money he paid, I can get easily get a 1,800cc or 2,000cc car that matches the present fuel consumption rate. Definitely very immature in his choice of car. Furthermore, he likes to harp about the fact that his car's engine came in first in the 2005 and 2006 Formula 1 race ranking. Yes we know his car was 1st in 2005, but duh?!!!, where are you staying ah, BMW? You stay in S'pore so what's the use of having such a powerful engine in S'pore. That's hardly any place here, you can race without attracting the "courtship" by the daffiq matah. And please stop thinking about changing your present car to a BMW 6 series. Do you know that for his present car he was even sponsorship by his lau bu to pay for his car. Wah piang eh! This means his lau bu also have a share in his car. How can he say sell, then sell? And for goodness sake, BMW 6 series is selling at 279,000+ which is like 4x the price you paid for your present car! Fat dream for a fat guy?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7305056119243772973?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7305056119243772973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7305056119243772973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7305056119243772973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7305056119243772973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/lunch-and-cars.html' title='Lunch and Cars'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4270996113162138847</id><published>2007-11-15T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:59:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boliao Entry</title><content type='html'>Wanted to chio small master &amp;amp; gang for lunch, so I visited YPS today lor. Also because Mabel, my ex student asked me too mah. The kids all missed me. Had an intention to also show-off my "eng-ness", due to my school holidays, while my ex-colleagues are all still slogging for the semester end. Seeing their haggard looks sure put "joy" into my heart.....snigger...snigger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the end my lunch date with them didn't really materialised lor.....I only had chance to makan with general. We are meeting later for "exotic" dinner a.k.a. prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had been reading TT's blog for the past few days and I find her entries kind of dark. Gave me an impression of Anakin Skywalker in movie Star Wars episode 3. TT's entries however inspired me to create a character/actor list for Star Wars using the people I knew from my experiences in YPS. This list is just for laugh. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, is just an coincidence. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actors/Actresses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Selection Reasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Emperor Palpatine&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Duck Sound Vehicle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Manipulative Dictator full-stop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darth Maul&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sewage Water Pipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Trying personal best to please the dictator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Count Dooku&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tea Violin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Partner-in-crime to Darth Maul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;General Grievous&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Known for complaining her grievance to dictator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darth Vader&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Eliminator of Opposition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sand People&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toxic Sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(This person kills people on sight, regardless of race, language, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boba Fett&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt; (Master Sabotuer of People)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light Side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yoda&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Princess &lt;/span&gt;(My light-provider during my dark period last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Obi Wan Kenobi&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Small Master&lt;/span&gt; (My blogging sensei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Admiral Ackbar&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;General&lt;/span&gt; (My last year master tactician)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qui-Gon Jinn&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jason's Mum&lt;/span&gt; (Jason's Mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luke Skywalker&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; (I created this list! Of course I get to be the main character!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Princess Leia&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TT &lt;/span&gt;(My "early retirement" twin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Han Solo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Columbus&lt;/span&gt; (Height advantage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R2D2&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TA&lt;/span&gt; (Let's face it! He's the best TA we had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C3PO&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Palestine's Enemy&lt;/span&gt; (Always seen with twin of R2D2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neutral Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jabba the Hutt&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KKH&lt;/span&gt; (Iron-clad defence against everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jar Jar Binks&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sister Four&lt;/span&gt; (New to the galaxy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4270996113162138847?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4270996113162138847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4270996113162138847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4270996113162138847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4270996113162138847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/boliao-entry.html' title='Boliao Entry'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-7225875998279791489</id><published>2007-11-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:37:27.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>People!  I've done a couple of updates to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've added the link to Mdm Azlina's blog.  (Do visit to see her cute cute chidlren.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've added the link to Miss Tay's friendster.  (Very nice background music.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've completed uploading my Japan 2006 photos.  Japan 2004 on the way.....by march perhaps..hehe 8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-7225875998279791489?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/7225875998279791489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=7225875998279791489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7225875998279791489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/7225875998279791489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1033667332224263855</id><published>2007-11-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:43:31.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee!!!  End of my Exam!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had my last paper for this semester.  Hooray!  Holidays time!  Can finally blog liao.  Sorry to all my "loyal" readers who had been wondering why I had "vanished" from the net.  Exam fever lah!  Mid of last month, I worked like mad preparing my tuition kids for their exams, then after they had their exam, my turn to mugg for my exam.  Super duper brain-dry now lor.  Need many weeks of "vegetating at home" to recuperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the subject of exam, I want to make noise ah!  The papers are all 3 hours long, but need us to answer like 7 essay questions each paper.  Wah piang eh!  All my papers I can't finished leh!!!  No time to complete my answer for the last question everytime.  I know the answer but not enough time to finish writing.  Very unfair for me leh!  Should give me another hour or so, where got people write 7 essays in 3 hours wan!  Plus for the company law paper, the questions were all so vague e.g. Problem given, then the statement "Advise Mr so-and-so."  Excuse me, Setter.  Advise that fellow on what?  His actions? His remedies? His rights?  All write, I can.  But there will be a lot to write cuz I can identify at least 5 actions So-and-so can take.  Same goes for his remedies, rights, case law, etc.  Plus elaboration on each points, how to write all when you only award like 6 marks to this section.  Turtle lah you, setter!  You clever, you write lah! 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a lighter note, "small master" also very long never blog liao.  So I thought I could beat her by blogging first lor and make fun of her in my blog.  Alas, that lady beat me by blogging 5 hours before me.  (Giving her the evil eyes from a distance)  I was watching the movie "Halloween" when she blogged.  Hmmmp!!! 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1033667332224263855?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1033667332224263855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1033667332224263855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1033667332224263855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1033667332224263855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/11/yipee-end-of-my-exam.html' title='Yipee!!!  End of my Exam!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3163594052725357101</id><published>2007-10-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:48:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Update</title><content type='html'>Yo people! After like close to 1 year of compiling, I'm glad to announce that Day 1 to Day 5 of my Japan 2006 album is now online.  Do check them out.  Still working on the remaining days photos.  Close to 300 more photos to upload, give me some time.  Another 1 year maybe?  Ha ha ha. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took close to 800+ pics back then.  Can't stop myself.  Scenery too good there.  Digicam also equally good, Lumix 9 leh.  Plus, my mum and dad kept saying "Hey! This is pretty! Take a picture of this!" "That is beautiful! Take a pictire of that!".  So bo pian lor.  I snapped and snapped like a stupid crocodile.  Result: 800+ pics lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stumped onto my ex-gf's friendster account today when I was looking through someone else's friendster link.  What a small world!??  Anyway, her bio-data in her Friendster account is kind of skimpy lor.  Can't really tell how is she now.  We didn't part on amicable terms back then, so I have never seen / called / msg / visited / heard from her since that "lucky" day we split.  Looking at her photos (there's only 3 in her account) can't tell me much lor.  Like no diff leh.  Anyway if you are "concerned about me" and want to visit her account, msg me for the url lor. 8p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3163594052725357101?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3163594052725357101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3163594052725357101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3163594052725357101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3163594052725357101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/10/photos-update.html' title='Photos Update'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2037383675093427146</id><published>2007-10-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:34:30.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog! Blog! Blog!</title><content type='html'>A certain "small mistress forced" me to update my blog. So I have no choice, blog blog, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st I have to say sorry to all my "faithful" readers for not updating my blog for the past 2 months.  I've been quite busy during this past 2 months. Got quite a few project deadline due during this period + my tuition kids were having their SA2 compo, oral and LC around this period, so I got to "torture" them before their test date. Quite tiring lor, doing the project &amp;amp; torturing kids at the same time. The quite 'siong' project was the management accounting (MA) project cuz we had to prepare for a report plus a group presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, today is the last day I need to fret about my project lor (at least for a few months) cuz today I presented and submitted my MA project (last project for this semester).  My presentation ok, lor.  I bull-shit a lot lor.  My kakis said I very 'steady boom pee pee', so I think the bull-shit should be quite not bad lor.  Must give credit to NIE for training me in "bull-shitting" techniques lor. Without NIE, I don't think I can do so steady. On this note, I must also apologised to the groups 7 &amp;amp; 8 who presented after me lor.  What happen was my group, group 6,  was the last group before we go for a tea-break, so after my group presentation, being the last presenter, I turned the portable mike to mute lor.  After break, the group 7 &amp;amp; 8 were presenting without the mike lor.  And I was still puzzled how come they never used the mike.  I only realised my "mistake" when group 9's 1st presenter turned off the mute before her presentation.  Sorry ah group 7 &amp;amp; 8!  And for your info  group 7 &amp;amp; 8 were male groups, not sure if it means anything.  Hehehe 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2037383675093427146?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2037383675093427146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2037383675093427146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2037383675093427146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2037383675093427146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-blog-blog.html' title='Blog! Blog! Blog!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6709643336871032205</id><published>2007-08-31T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:50:07.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LPS 2007</title><content type='html'>Having been pestered by my ex-students, thru sms and my blog, to go visit them on this week. So since some of them "miss" me, I yesterday morning for the 1st time in 3 months woke up at 6+am to go back to yps to support them for their LPS. Sian siao! Wake up so early! Panda eyes liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the "reception" back in school quite make up for the loss / lack of sleep lor. I felt like a Singpore Idol or Campus Superstar leh. My ex-pupils all went fanatic on seeing me. They all gathered around me like I'm a mega-super star. While waiting for their turn to compete, they practically followed me everywhere I go. Asked them to sit back at their designated place, they also ignored me. Come to think of it, I felt like I'm the pipe piper blowing my flute lor. Btw, these kids are born in the year of the R**, fortunately all can swim lor, won't drown. Hehehe. They practically surrounded me and ask me tons and tons of questions. Wah! I like I'm holding a press conference like that. Answered questions until almost went siao liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part was Smurfie asked one of her "minions" to ask me to see her lor. I thought she so good, save me from my "crisis". Then when I went near that "blue thingy", she ask me to move the bench in front of her class. Kanasai Man! I guest leh! Ask me to do work, not shy ah, how can???? Call that BMW lah or his LOBOs. Why call me? I'm busy "mesmerising my "rodents" you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it was my kids' turn, I got cheered for them leh but they only came in 3rd pacing lor. I shall not mentioned the number of classes competing cuz can be quite paiseh wan lor. Anyway I consoled my kids by telling them got put in effort good liao. Actually, say nice things only lah. If I'm still the cher, die die I also trained them to get 2nd. Not boasting, ok. Track record say so. The only 2 chers who have &amp; can beat my track are that Netball male cher &amp;amp; small master lor. They are good lor. Must kow tow to them. When I was observing them, I can see that they are not well-trained yet lor. There're parts where their movements can still be refined some more. There're parts where I thought the cher should taught them how to "eat snake" legally lor. Not cheat lah but just teach them how to stretch their hands nearer to the basket lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in YPS, I also met up with some of the old kakis lor. They all surprised to see me lor. I also chit-chat with some of my ex-pupils' parents. Seems like I'm missed by them too. Dunno they miss me for good or for bad. Hopefully is for the good lor. Hahaha. I also negotiate a prospective tuition deal while I'm there lor. Not confirm yet though. The mum still considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side-note, after the LPS, I "jio" TT to go makan lunch lor. Long time no see her liao so thought can meet up over makan and chat lor. (Must stress &lt;strong&gt;NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE&lt;/strong&gt; involved.) But she not free leh. "Jio" her a number of time liao, never succeed b4. Kind of sian liao. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, during my visit yesterday, one of my kids (the monitress) asked me "How come Mr Lim when you leave, Ms Tay also leave with you? You two got something, is it?" Wau lau eh! Siao liao lah! If TT's bf hear this, I can be quite sure my "hotel room in Changi" is booked liao. Help! TT you must save me! I'm innocent! 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6709643336871032205?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6709643336871032205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6709643336871032205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6709643336871032205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6709643336871032205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/08/lps-2007.html' title='LPS 2007'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4618999932981528200</id><published>2007-08-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:57:53.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Test After-thought</title><content type='html'>Had my law test today.  After the test and after checking with my kakis, with a bit of hint from the lecturer during the lecture afterwards, I realised that I didn't do well for the test.  I may not even pass this test.  2 reasons for saying so.  1st reason, for 1 of the question I identified the sub-issue and thought that it was the main issue, as a result my argument become weak as I didn't mentioned the main issue.  2nd reason, I can't finished leh.  1 hour answer 2 questions too short liao.  Argumentative essay leh!  I need at least 1 1/2 hours to write leh.  My 2nd question I answered only halfway.  Die 'law'! Siao liao 'law'!  Feeling very down now 'law'!  No mood to blog liao 'law'.  8(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4618999932981528200?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4618999932981528200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4618999932981528200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4618999932981528200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4618999932981528200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/08/law-test-after-thought.html' title='Law Test After-thought'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-5344567730333313742</id><published>2007-08-16T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:35:07.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Bitching</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks, I've been holding my tongue from commenting about the hairstyle of one of classmate in my lecture. I don't want to talk about people's hairdo but he always like to sit in the row in front of me so when I look at the lecturer his "jia lat" hairstyle will "distract me lor. I really can't take it now. I mean I'm never against the hairstyle of other people but this guy (yup, it's a guy), I feel that he really have a problem lor. What irks me is that he like to jell his hair till the 'last strand standing'.  Quite a number of my fellow classmates do that too and it look quite cool or suave on them but this hairstyle is seriously not for this guy lor.  From my observation so far, this fellow is either balding at a young age (he should be in his mid twenty) or he has "sparse population" of hair all along.  So when he jelled his hair, wau lau eh, you can see his scap from a higher elevation. i.e. my seat.  It is so damn obvious.  His scap is so bald that there's enough spare between each strands of hair for me to navigate my pencil around his head and my pencil also won't touch any of his hair.  He really need to change his hairdo or "grow more trees". 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! On a separate note, due to my "obviously interesting" posting, Smurfie said she want to come along during one of my lectures, during her term break, to join me for lecture.  I gladly welcome her lor.  "Small" master leh! Dun play, play ah!  With her around, during the dull moments of the lecture, at least I have a companion to bitch with. Plus knowing her she will correct the "angmo" of the lecturers lor.  Hahaha....YC and Audrey if you are reading this, please don't be offended.  I dun mean I can't bitch with you people, it just that she and I are super (really super kind) "bitching" kakis from my teaching day. We have a rapport when it comes to "bitching".  Hahahaha 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, I taking a business course leh.  I remember when she was doing her UNISIM, she complained (times power to infinitely) about her business modules.  Wau lau eh! She come for my lectures, won't she be bored out of her skull?  I think she may even snore during the lecture sia! Hahaha 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-5344567730333313742?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/5344567730333313742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=5344567730333313742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5344567730333313742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/5344567730333313742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/08/hair-bitching.html' title='Hair Bitching'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-8885355696844931233</id><published>2007-08-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:26:32.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Students' Lounge</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging at the request of my "very loyal fan", Sufian. Hahaha.  He just sms me to say he read my blog everyday so must regularly update.  I promised him I'll try lor. My "angmo" not as "powderful" as Smurfie but I'll try lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I blogged this morning, yesterday was a very karang kabo day for me.  The interesting part was we had to submit our project, during break-time, into a letterbox near the koi pond and my kakis "arrowed me, this old man, to submit for our group lor.  The lights was rather dim (it's 8+pm liao) so with my "failing eyesight" I slotted it into a letter box labelled BBACC lor but now I'm not too sure leh.  Nah! it got to be BBACC.......was it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to SIM today to meet my kakis to start on our Cost &amp; Management Accounting (CMA) project. We made use of the students' lounge for the whole afternoon.  Quite comfy and conductive inside.  Prior to using the lounge, we were walking literally high and low to look for a "fengshui" spot to discuss our project.  At first we tried the canteen but it was too noisy for discussion, then we try the wooden picnic tables on every level.  Not much luck there too.  Good spots (i.e. got air-con &amp; power point) has already been occupied.  Finally we have to make do with a table (no air-con and power point) near the Grand Hall on level 4. Then I went to "watered the plants".  On my way out, I remembered someone (cannot remember who liao!) telling me before that she didn't have a chance to use the students' lounge cuz she discovered the lounge only when she was about to graduate.  So I detour to hunt for the students' lounge.  It happen to be on level 4 too and when I went in I was like a kid in a candy shop lor. i.e. eyes big big.  Wah! They got pool table, sofa, multiple power points, lots of air-con and best of all, tons &amp; tons of open space.  I immediately asked my kakis to shift lor. We sat there until the guard came at 5pm to chase us out. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I created my MSN messenger a/c today.  Add me! Add me! or if you want me to add you, pls sms me ur contact info. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-8885355696844931233?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/8885355696844931233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=8885355696844931233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8885355696844931233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/8885355696844931233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/08/students-lounge.html' title='Students&apos; Lounge'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1787535080708368653</id><published>2007-08-11T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T04:20:33.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st SIM group project submission</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my group submitted our 1st group project for FA (i.e. Financial Accounting). Our group settled our discussions and preparations for the project like s week ago.  All of us had read thru our softcopies, "stamped our approval" on them &amp; printed the hardcopies.  At about 5pm, I was on my way to SIM when one of my project-kaki called me to tell me she found some errors in our softcopies.  Apparently, on some pages we have a few important data missing &amp; on some pages, we have repeated data.  So I quickly checked my hardcopies when I boarded the bus. Wah Lao Eh! I found even more mistakes.  Siao liao! These mistakes sent shivers down my spine leh.  1stly, I was already out of my house so I couldn't make amendments to them.  2ndly, I was the last one to proof-read &amp; "stamp my approval". Siao liao! I never do my job leh! How could I miss so many mistakes in the project. Felt so ashamed of myself. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid I will drag the entire group down with me. Anyway in the end I got our very kind-hearted "spotter" to correct the mistakes as I can't access a pc until I reached SIM and the other kaki's pc is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the other kaki and I reached SIM, we both craned our neck to look out for the "grand arrival" of our "spotter". Then it suddenly occurred to me that she may not have punched holes on the project for filing (purchaser of file is the other kaki).  So I had to do a mad rush to the Popular about 10 minutes before lecture starts to buy a hole puncher.  And to make matters worst, there was a long queue at the cashier and the scanner of the cash register was faultly.  Wah lao eh!  Super duper sway man!  As a result for the 1st time in my SIM's history, I was 10 minutes late for lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the final hardcopy was well-printed. Credit goes to the "spotter". 3 cheers for her! 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1787535080708368653?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1787535080708368653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1787535080708368653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1787535080708368653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1787535080708368653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-1st-sim-group-project-submission.html' title='My 1st SIM group project submission'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-2702731213429340304</id><published>2007-08-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:29:03.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Today mark Singapore 42nd Birthday.  Happy Birthday Singapura!  Majulah Singapura!  Yipee! But then for a moment I got a bit miss my old job lor.  sigh!  For the last 4 years I every year on the 10th of August can shake legs at home cuz school holidays for pri children mah. So I no need work lor.  Then for the 1st time after after 4 years I must go school on the 10th of August. On top of that it is a super long weekend for my old job.  Chow Turtle!  Kannasai man! 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Smurfie msg just now to tell me she got mountains of markings to do.  So at least I can feel relief a bit lah.  I no need to mark books / worksheets / write &amp; prepare lesson plans.  Life is good leh. Hehehehe 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Smurfie &amp; people of my old job "enjoy" your super long weekend of markings.  (snigger..snigger...snigger) 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-2702731213429340304?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/2702731213429340304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=2702731213429340304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2702731213429340304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/2702731213429340304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-6789807982889456770</id><published>2007-08-05T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:30:23.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groaning of an "Abandon" child</title><content type='html'>In about 6 hours time, my parents will be "abandoning" me for a trip to Genting with their kakis. Sob...Sob...Sob...So pityful, I!  Abandon by parent at such old age! 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha....I have been calling friends to meet up for dinner or supper (for next week) since last week.  So far response has been quite pityful too! No takers yet.  8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents will be away from Sunday til Wednesday's night. So I have the whole house to myself for like 4 days.  Wow!  Time to paint the house "red" in their absence.  So "excited"! 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-6789807982889456770?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/6789807982889456770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=6789807982889456770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6789807982889456770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/6789807982889456770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/08/groaning-of-abandon-child.html' title='Groaning of an &quot;Abandon&quot; child'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-399996498846238760</id><published>2007-07-30T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:55:51.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I called Fad today to "chio" her to makan dinner in SIM b'cuz she told me her lesson starts at the end of July. And guess what she said? She now tell me her lessons starts next week.  Kannasai!  Next week is early August liao lah, not end of July. Maths so poor, how to pass your degree in maths.  hehehe 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another matter, I'm beginning to get a bit pissed off with the noises generated by my classmates during lectures.  50% - 70% of them talk during lectures, despite requests by the lecturers to quieten down.  They totally ignore the lecturers lor.  Very rude leh!  I mean I'm also not a saint lah, I also do talk during lectures but my talking duration usually don't last for more than 5 minutes as I also want to listen to what the lecturers are saying.  These 50% - 70% can talk for like the whole lecture duration (3 hours).  Chow Turtle!  Stamina so good! Like that how am I going to pay attention?  Are you people here to study or not?  If not just stay home lah since all the notes have already been given out, why come if you are not going to listen.  You are wasting your time, the lecturers' time and, worst or all, my time! You pariyah!  You are all already adult liao, where's your maturity?  Still need the lecturers to bring cane to class, is it? Grow up can or not?  At least have the courtesy to move out of the LT and talk lah.  After tea break dun come in also can, since you are not going to be listening.  If you want to talk in the LT, at least keep it to a short duration lah. 5 mins maybe, 3 hours is really too extreme liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I sound very teacher here but I really very pissed off with the pariyah talkers liao.  They really too overboard and immature.  Sometime I wonder if they have experience puberty already or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-399996498846238760?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/399996498846238760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=399996498846238760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/399996498846238760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/399996498846238760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-1157105465166501701</id><published>2007-07-30T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:57:03.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange SMSes</title><content type='html'>For the past weeks, I had been receiving strange smses, about twice a week, from the same hp no. The timings of the smses were really weird. They were received around 6.30+ in the mornings. For goodness sake! I'm still Zzzz-ing in my room. I normally don't wake up till around 11am after I have left my previous job. The messages is always the same and it goes something like this "Are you coming back to school?" Made me very puzzled when I read them. Which school is that person referring to? YPS? SIM? The best part was that the sender's hp no. looks suspiciously like the hp no of that guy who took over my class. Gave me a fright for a while. Wondered what he was up to. Did he send the messages by mistake? Or was it a boliao joke sent by that BMW. But on 2nd thought both of them were eliminated from my suspect list lor. 1stly, that guy who took over my class if can't be making that mistake lor. Reason 1, my hair is short. Reason 2, my surname not see. Reason 3, I don't speak A1 chinese. Based on these reasons, he can't possibly sms wrongly wan lor. As for that boliao BMW, I remembered he should be busy "sakah-ing" a certain important person at that time lor. So he where got time to sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I was quite puzzled lor. Then today finally that sender sms me again (in the afternoon). So I took the opportunity to sms that person to identify himself or herself lor. The sender turned out to be my ex-student (3C 2007), Sabrina. She wants to know when I'm coming back to school lor. She sms she had been thinking of me since I left lor. She sms she missed me lor. She sms everyday she can't sleep cuz she missed me very much. Damn touching sia! Eyes wet wet when I read the messages. See I very good teacher leh! After leaving I still got pupils missing me. Lousy teacher no pupils will even miss wan lor. Remembered for their lousiness, yes, but definitely not being missed by pupils wan lor. So I took it as a sign that I good lah. Wau lau! By now at least give a bit of applause lah! Don't just sit there?!! So those "pariyah" sluts who said I wasn't performing at all last year, please kindly go to the zoo and feed yourselves to the tigers and may your spirit get BBQ eternally in the abyss. Sorry digressed a bit. Anyway, this is not the first time I heard I'm missed lor. I'm tutoring 2 of my ex-pupils and they had been "faithfully" reporting to me the happenings that occur in school. And a lot of times "who and who misses u" were reported to me lor. Wah! Felt like I have a fan club formed in YPS. Hahaha 8D Looks like my lollipop rewards works!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway given that I'm "so missed" I decided to visit them on children day's eve lor. Sms that Sabrina liao. I know she will help spread the "good news". Thought of returning on Tr day's eve too but was a bit afraid my "fans" will give me more gifts than their present FT. Then like that he very pai sei wan lor. (secretly of cuz will hope is this way lah. hahaha!) Also another reason was I heard from my "spys" that the whole class hate their current FT lor. I'm a bit afraid a relapse of last year Tr day disaster will occur again lor. Since I'm no longer in the service, I shall now say out loud what happened last year. Every year on the Tr Day's eve, the FT will be announced ,class by class, to go on stage to receive a school prepared token of appreciation from the their form class monitors. What happened last year was that 4C had a change in FTs in June as their previous FT, Sewage Water Pipe, had to go for a 6 month course. And for some "god knows why" reasons, 4C didn't like that new FT. So that day when their new FT's name was called, the whole class boo-ed her. The new FT was so dramatised that she rushed to the toilet and broke down in there. Poor thing! And the punishment for that class was the whole class was suspended from lessons for close to a month. i.e. they still come to school but they can't go up for lesson. Stupid punishment, I say! Expel the "fire-starters" and suspend the rest from school for a week enough liao. Suspend lesson for a month damn Der lor. SA coming, 1 month no lesson too extreme liao. Only a certain "duck-sound vehicle" will give out such absurd punishment. And on a side note, it was noted that SWP always have the ability to generate very problematic classes wan lor. Her class always transform from a guai-guai class into a "no other teacher except SWP can handle" class lor. And this occur yearly. There must be something no right somewhere. In 4C last year, were 6 of my guai-guai kids from my P3D class of previous year. (1 was even my monitress) Imagine my shock cum horror to know that they were the boo-ers and had to be suspended. What have SWP done to my kids man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So given this past experience, I was kind of afraid that history will repeat itself lor and I returned to see the whole class been punished like last year 4C. So I had asked HKK to discretely monitored the class lor. Quite scared lor. Not sure if the new guy will plead with the management for leniency or not if history really repeats itself. I know I will lor if I'm still in the school. Reason 1, they are just kids lar. There's no need to be too harsh with them. Counsel them can liao. Reason 2, if they boo-ed me, I will be disappointed lah but then I won't take it to heart wan lor. I can use this opportunity to show them that despite they not liking me, I'll still stand up for them wan lor. So I'll plead for them lor, maybe even in front of them (good chance to wayang and win back their trust) or the whole school if need be. I'm not a sage but I feel that this is what a good teacher should be doing lor, fight for the benefits of your form class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Cheng Yi and Audrey, how? Can? Interesting enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-1157105465166501701?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/1157105465166501701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=1157105465166501701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1157105465166501701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/1157105465166501701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-past-weeks-i-had-been-receiving.html' title='Strange SMSes'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-441616233664220128</id><published>2007-07-26T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:52:34.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of recent events</title><content type='html'>Been procrastinating about updating my blog for 2 reasons. 1st reason, my own PC went on strike again so I've to sent for repair. Since it's not back yet, I've been sneaking into my brother's room to "secretly" use his PC. 2nd reason, quite busy with my tutorial works and my readings. Wau lau can die man! Read and read still can't finish. Worst, the readings (especially the law texts) have the tendency to put me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I got my own cliche in SIM liao. So happy! (put some eyemo in eyes) See! I'm so happy that tears came down my face. Hahaha! I have joined 1 of the Ngee Ann chiches. 1 of the questions, they asked me was what's my age? Cause I look very young. (smugging from ear to ear) Heard that smurf, they said I young leh. But it turned out I am way older than them. See smurf! quiting can make you young. It works better than your SK2. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Got to get back to doing my "young-look" maintenance. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-441616233664220128?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/441616233664220128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=441616233664220128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/441616233664220128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/441616233664220128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-of-recent-events.html' title='Update of recent events'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4810187710028234789</id><published>2007-07-13T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:32:22.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna Lovegood Rules!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was teaching tuition when my "very understanding" younger brother called me numerous time on my mobile. I've turned my mobile to the silent mode before the commencement of my teaching but the numerous vibrations were kind of irritating. They were kind of near a certain part of the body you know. I didn't pick up my mobile then as I was in the midst of my lesson. I returned the call to my brother after the lesson after I got out of my student's house, having a mind to "gently scream" at him for the "irritations". He told me he have to "irritate" me as he was booking online tickets for the Harry Potter movie and he wanted to know if I in or out and the tickets were going fast. Kannasai! Now then ask me, should have ask me at 6am in the morning mah. Why so late then ask me? Anyway, I said I was in lor. And we all adjourned to Cineleisure to catch the movie at 10+ pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: I didn't read the HP books so I can't really say if the movie is authentic or not. But I've been following the characters summary on the HP fansites and I'm really impressed with the actress for Luna Lovegood. She totally rocks man!!! She is just as the summary described. Serene, pretty and quirky. I like! But there's one thing I don't like about this movie. I thought the feel of the scenario where the kiss between HP and Cho happened was kind of strange. I mean I know and can see that they like each other. But I thought when people "conduct CPR" on one another they will at least having been dating for a while. I don't know about the book but in the movie they really didn't seems to have dated lor. I mean just by teaching your fellow schoolmate and classmates lessons, you can kiss liao meh. I thought was a bit fake lor. Like that I kanna kiss don't know how many time liao. Wait!! Kannasai! It just occured to me I have been shortchanged! Chio bu's you all owe me a kiss!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4810187710028234789?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4810187710028234789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4810187710028234789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4810187710028234789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4810187710028234789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/luna-lovegood-rules.html' title='Luna Lovegood Rules!!!!'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4039975924128314271</id><published>2007-07-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:03:06.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting's Photos</title><content type='html'>My Genting's photos is up.  Do check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4039975924128314271?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4039975924128314271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4039975924128314271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4039975924128314271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4039975924128314271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/gentings-photos.html' title='Genting&apos;s Photos'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4184992373247645927</id><published>2007-07-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:01:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Follow "Law"</title><content type='html'>I went for my S'pore Company Law lecture today. The lecturer is from Australia but he got Welsh background so his "angmoh" pronunciation has a very strange ending sound. I could also hear that he pronunciation is very nasal. And for some weird reason, his pitch would suddenly squeak without warning. This subject is already quite dry, plus his unique accent, Wau lau, I almost wanted to die "law". It took me a while to understand his "angmoh". Even then there's were parts when I really have no idea what was he talking about. At break time, I could overheard people behind me commenting that they caught no ball what he was talking about. Sigh! This is going to be very "law" semester "law". 8)   But to give the lecturer some credit, he can make very good imitation of American English (AmE) and British English (BE) and I understood him better when he went into his AmE mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Didn't see my "fantasy" chiobu today. Wondered where she went? 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4184992373247645927?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4184992373247645927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4184992373247645927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4184992373247645927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4184992373247645927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-follow-law.html' title='Just Follow &quot;Law&quot;'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-4423533581253203846</id><published>2007-07-08T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:06:05.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to Blog</title><content type='html'>I've encountered a lot of problem with my previous tagboard provider so I've change to another tagboard provider.  Seems better and more attractive too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-4423533581253203846?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/4423533581253203846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=4423533581253203846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4423533581253203846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/4423533581253203846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-to-blog.html' title='Update to Blog'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350333.post-3477774378260506963</id><published>2007-07-07T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:47:36.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates after Makan session</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a makan session with princess, general and "small" master. Interesting session. On top of witnessing general get whacked (really whacked kind) by small master during the session, I've also heard a lot of updates about things happening in YPS since I left. Felt kind of "heng" that I got out fast before all these crap started. But is feeling kind of worry for small master and H.C. They are currently been victimised by the clan as all the prospective scapegoats had already left the sch or service. Poor thing! As a precautionary measure, it's best they quickly get out of this place before they get slauthered further. And I dare to bet my head that when they leave, the newbies will be the next victim. And when I said newbies, I'm referring to those newbies that joined the sch since jun 2006 and those who joined this year. These newbies are in a precarious position. Unless they joined the clan, they can forget about their promotion and easy life after their 1st year in this school. Look at what happen to TT and me. For these newbies, my advice to you are can transfer, transfer. Cannot transfer, stick / lick / carry / worship / stay close to HKK. For example of how to do so observe BMW. Learn from BMW. Observe and repeat what BMW do. HKK maybe the only one who can save you, though she also have some flaw, but HKK is the best defender against the clan if you are victimised. Only problem is you got to do things HKK's way strictly to the letter or else HKK won't defend you. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350333-3477774378260506963?l=nlim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/feeds/3477774378260506963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11350333&amp;postID=3477774378260506963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3477774378260506963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350333/posts/default/3477774378260506963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlim.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates-after-makan-session.html' title='Updates after Makan session'/><author><name>Santa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17881993482339119260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_z763EfOoA-g/R2Jz6Ak6ycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFf-kN2gxfM/S220/P1000141(edit).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
