<?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-28270403</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:50:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I aM nOT that sTROng</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-2012665098368681909</id><published>2008-04-07T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:42:01.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today... i finally know what it means by having to see yourself as worthless. I feel so lousy today. Never lousier than before. I can't change things that have happened and I choose to look at it like a wimp, a pessimist. I choose to let myself remain sad, scared and desolate. Strong words. True or not? I'm don't care. I just to choose to use them. Tell me that I am the lousiest boyfriend on earth I would thank you for stating the obvious. I know I am. No matter what anyone says... I am adamant about this truth. Just let me remain depressed and make ppl around me more stressed up and intolerable of my behaviour and start leaving me.. Till I screw up my life... ever once more... i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-2012665098368681909?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2012665098368681909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=2012665098368681909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2012665098368681909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2012665098368681909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2012665098368681909' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-2447900129911181233</id><published>2008-03-12T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:50:58.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>It's normal to feel jealous. It's human to feel jealous. It's normal to feel awkward. It's human to feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, it gives me no reason to interfere with the way she thinks. The more I am worried that it would happen. It will happen. Self prophecy at work. I will take this a step at a time. Stare at my fears with love in my heart. I will ask her to go. Haven't I always say if you love something, let go; if it comes back to you then you know it's here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot stand uncertainty perhaps you're just not fit for love. If you cannot stand pressure and conquering your "mini-me" feelings then you're just not fit for love. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was last time I felt the mutual happiness kind of feeling out of love and respect. Do you respect her? If you don't respect, you can never be fit for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human. I feel jealous. I am human. I feel awkward. I love her therefore I can face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance pulls us poles apart. I noe that she would be there in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;People separate us. I noe that she would be there in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-2447900129911181233?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2447900129911181233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=2447900129911181233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2447900129911181233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2447900129911181233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2447900129911181233' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8336269012443098556</id><published>2007-12-22T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:34:42.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>Life is simple but how often do I complicate things.&lt;br /&gt;Work - think deep, think hard. Convince yourself to convince others&lt;br /&gt;Life - think simple, think bold. Just be who you are and love people for who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8336269012443098556?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8336269012443098556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8336269012443098556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8336269012443098556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8336269012443098556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8336269012443098556' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8097273230260648593</id><published>2007-11-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:15:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being accountable</title><content type='html'>It feels great to be able to work things out and even better when you know that both of you want the relationship to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for starting this long-not-so-awaited post with a mushy statement. I was simply too overwhelmed by feelings during the short msn conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to be accountable to you... Will let you know what's happening to me so that you will not worry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8097273230260648593?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8097273230260648593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8097273230260648593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8097273230260648593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8097273230260648593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8097273230260648593' title='Being accountable'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-2471191502098742688</id><published>2007-10-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:28:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quote Little Miss Sunshine, "Life is just one fucking beauty contest after another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I chose to start all with such a quote. The truth I am don't even know why I have become so cynical these days. Not just that, cynicism is accompanied by self-pity and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Because I = integrate r sq dm and torque is analogous to force&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-2471191502098742688?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2471191502098742688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=2471191502098742688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2471191502098742688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2471191502098742688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2471191502098742688' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6827614361206262328</id><published>2007-10-03T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:49:24.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy like toad!&lt;br /&gt;but i still can't solve the statics question :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6827614361206262328?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6827614361206262328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6827614361206262328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6827614361206262328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6827614361206262328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6827614361206262328' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3252056503009764232</id><published>2007-09-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:34:48.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouchy</title><content type='html'>I feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want to do now is to go through some mind -flushing. The removal of the cluttered and disorganized material in my brain so that it's blank. After that, I would go to the beach, a quiet spot on a beach, and just lie there and listen the waves. So much for wanting to work in the finance sector... can't even take this kinda stress... wat a wimp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3252056503009764232?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3252056503009764232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3252056503009764232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3252056503009764232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3252056503009764232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3252056503009764232' title='Grouchy'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-198655254300318568</id><published>2007-09-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:13:33.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life's a bliss... the blog becomes barren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for 10 days already! Well... been kinda busy with being happy, engin mc and sch work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND here I am blogging though I really have nothing to blog about also.. haha&lt;br /&gt;also.. that's it for today..&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for statics test =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-198655254300318568?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/198655254300318568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=198655254300318568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/198655254300318568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/198655254300318568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#198655254300318568' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-646670009518105836</id><published>2007-09-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:16:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strike balance</title><content type='html'>from now on... my life will only consist of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;j&lt;br /&gt;fr&lt;br /&gt;eng mc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-646670009518105836?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/646670009518105836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=646670009518105836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/646670009518105836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/646670009518105836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#646670009518105836' title='strike balance'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1080602663364668592</id><published>2007-08-31T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:15:09.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love spidey webs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1080602663364668592?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1080602663364668592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1080602663364668592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1080602663364668592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1080602663364668592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1080602663364668592' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7217858078972241075</id><published>2007-08-28T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:42:27.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here waiting for you</title><content type='html'>w-y-g, w-i-t&lt;br /&gt;r-h-w-f-y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7217858078972241075?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7217858078972241075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7217858078972241075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7217858078972241075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7217858078972241075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7217858078972241075' title='right here waiting for you'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3938698919723198472</id><published>2007-08-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:03:43.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you if...</title><content type='html'>He looked into her eyes and said, "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 3 words contain so many hidden meanings. More often than not we say those words and, along with them, add many of our expectations to the person we say it to. What we actually meant was "I love you if..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you if you stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;I love you if you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as long as you do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These phrases contain conditions and expectations. They are not true love.&lt;br /&gt;You are not wrong in making love conditional because expectations always silently form  in our hearts without us knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False love takes the form of the lack of realism. This is mainly due to projection and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;We fantasize about an ideal lover and anyone falling short of our expectations are deemed undeserving of our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path to love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The courtship phase succeeds to the extent that a man and woman can dismantle their defences; it fails to the extent that they build new defences together.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Ego cannot abolish fear, since it is founded on fear. It cannot create love since by definition it shuts love out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take ego to the unknown where love leads. If you follow love, your life will be uncertain and ego craves certainty. Love makes your feelings ambiguous but ego wants to feel the certainty of right and wrong. Love is confused, spontaneous, vulnerable, exposed, detached, carefree, wondrous and ever new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3938698919723198472?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3938698919723198472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3938698919723198472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3938698919723198472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3938698919723198472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6132402094603110410</id><published>2007-08-25T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:02:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when we touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes When We Touch - Dan Hill&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You ask me if I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I choke on my reply&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hurt you honestly&lt;br /&gt;Than mislead you with a lie&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to judge you&lt;br /&gt;On what you say or do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only just beginning to see the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;The honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;And I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;Til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance and all its strategy&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me battling with my pride&lt;br /&gt;But through the insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Some tenderness survives&lt;br /&gt;I'm just another writer&lt;br /&gt;Still trapped within my truth&lt;br /&gt;A hesitant prize fighter&lt;br /&gt;Still trapped within my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;The honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;And I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;Til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I'd like to break you&lt;br /&gt;And drive you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;At times I'd like to break through&lt;br /&gt;And hold you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I understand you&lt;br /&gt;And I know how hard you've tried&lt;br /&gt;I've watched while love commands you&lt;br /&gt;And I've watched love pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I think we're drifters&lt;br /&gt;Still searching for a friend&lt;br /&gt;A brother or a sister&lt;br /&gt;But then the passion flares again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;The honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;And I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;Til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-7199829329352938"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "CC0033"; google_color_url = "FFFFFF"; google_color_text = "000000"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6132402094603110410?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-2654181272319888887</id><published>2007-08-22T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:25:30.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingredients to creating a healthy relationship</title><content type='html'>mutual respect&lt;br /&gt;trust&lt;br /&gt;honesty&lt;br /&gt;support&lt;br /&gt;fairness/equality&lt;br /&gt;separate identities&lt;br /&gt;good communication&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-2654181272319888887?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2654181272319888887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8727459901370193917</id><published>2007-08-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:23:20.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;to make sure that you're happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8727459901370193917?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8727459901370193917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8727459901370193917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8727459901370193917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8727459901370193917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8727459901370193917' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3046191162125978981</id><published>2007-08-20T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:39:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to read book</title><content type='html'>I need to read a book... I need to think... I need to ponder... I need to be at peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3046191162125978981?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3046191162125978981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3046191162125978981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3046191162125978981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3046191162125978981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3046191162125978981' title='i need to read book'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-5160749797005707745</id><published>2007-08-20T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:57:17.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutorial</title><content type='html'>Doing university tut is so demoralising... There is bound to be something which I cannot understand in the tutorial... I feel so stupid now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying this process... but how long can this last?&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever turn ugly?&lt;br /&gt;so kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience is a virtue... Don't rush...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-5160749797005707745?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5160749797005707745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=5160749797005707745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5160749797005707745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5160749797005707745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5160749797005707745' title='Tutorial'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3038392448241135471</id><published>2007-08-16T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:52:55.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging has started</title><content type='html'>The sole purpose of me being in school is in the noble pursuit of education. I shall not disappoint myself in this aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Modules... I can do it baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melty choc ice cream... pretty beach... sunset... &lt;br /&gt;songs... fountain... pyro...&lt;br /&gt;beach... breeze... stars...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3038392448241135471?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3038392448241135471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3038392448241135471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3038392448241135471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3038392448241135471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3038392448241135471' title='Mugging has started'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4942274578692064310</id><published>2007-08-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:57:33.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rag</title><content type='html'>Rag ends...&lt;br /&gt;Sch starts...&lt;br /&gt;People exit your life...&lt;br /&gt;People enter your life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4942274578692064310?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4942274578692064310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4942274578692064310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4942274578692064310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4942274578692064310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4942274578692064310' title='Rag'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3453444889410464593</id><published>2007-08-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:10:28.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUX</title><content type='html'>I hate US mortgage market! STI fell by over 100 points today? Thanx.. I just lost 180 bux...NVM! I am confident of ST's fundamentals....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3453444889410464593?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3453444889410464593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3453444889410464593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3453444889410464593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3453444889410464593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3453444889410464593' title='SUX'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-829053539067572984</id><published>2007-08-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:41:20.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 modules</title><content type='html'>WoOooHOOOoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking 6 modules next sem. THIS is LIKE HARDCORE? But I kinda like it actually because this means things would be easier for me next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind I am sure I can do it with all my mugging prowess. Catch me in the library baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag is coming to an end. J and I were talking about how nice BY had treated us. Therefore in return we're gonna get her something this TUES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running at mac reservoir tmr! I miss kayaking; it's been almost 2 mths since the last time i touched my raptor certainly hope she is still a complete piece. I'll be sitting on you soon darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-829053539067572984?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/829053539067572984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=829053539067572984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/829053539067572984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/829053539067572984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#829053539067572984' title='6 modules'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3461962914297877552</id><published>2007-08-03T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:27:51.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rag and Sch</title><content type='html'>Bidding has begun and it's a semesterly affair (adapted from charlene's nick) where people start complaining how sucky it is. Well it's a good platform to cultivate some form responsibility and planning in us but I must agree that the system can be quite screwed up at times. The double degree freshman are not protected at all! So hard to bid for their secondary degree modules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take FNA1002 anymore and I am so damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my new laptop yesterday and guess wat! It's an oh-so-darn-cool tablet. Now I can start drawing nice cartoons on msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright no rest day for me today...OFF to rag AGAIN..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3461962914297877552?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3461962914297877552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3461962914297877552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3461962914297877552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3461962914297877552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3461962914297877552' title='Rag and Sch'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1509153621054943998</id><published>2007-07-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:57:50.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, Movie, Blade</title><content type='html'>Today is such an eventful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run-Movie-Blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting events/incidents interspersed the course of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I realized my blog entries are getting shorter and shorter at an exponential rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1509153621054943998?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1509153621054943998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1509153621054943998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1509153621054943998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1509153621054943998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1509153621054943998' title='Run, Movie, Blade'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6337757077394874403</id><published>2007-07-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:40:01.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays!</title><content type='html'>Yay... my short 2 weeks break has officially begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed with my writing zest this afternoon. It was like some kind of essay frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ssa1201 has provided me with a different perspective of our society. Today when I visited the house of one of our kids, many thoughts, primarily sociological ones, ran through my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6337757077394874403?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6337757077394874403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6337757077394874403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6337757077394874403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6337757077394874403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6337757077394874403' title='holidays!'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-2745236555842240338</id><published>2007-07-24T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:34:49.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's LAW</title><content type='html'>The more you want something to work... the higher the chances that it would fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOday is such a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-2745236555842240338?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2745236555842240338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=2745236555842240338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2745236555842240338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2745236555842240338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2745236555842240338' title='Murphy&apos;s LAW'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4246862445359403260</id><published>2007-07-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:01:19.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evaluate how the Sg Govt's education policies have supported the state's industrialization since independence. Do you think the state will be able to sustain this in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every March, many Singaporeans would pay close attention to the news, deciphering clues which may shed light on the kind of goodies or impact the new Government budget may bring. The way in which the budget pie is cut has hardly changed over decades. Education and Defence have traditionally received the lions' share of the expenditure and, in stark contrast, is the distinctly smaller share of the social /welfare services. I read this as a constant reminder that this Government believes in social investment which puts economic development over social welfare. In other words, it teaches you how to fish but will not give you the fish. Thus it becomes obvious that education is closely tied to needs of the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to a welfare state, a social investment state believes in the investment of education as a supplier labour and skills to the economy rather than a univer sal right. However, some would view social investment as a pseudo form of social welfare as the flourishing of the economy  would contribute to higher standards of living and the continued provision of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exit from Malaysia left Singapore left plagued with numerous socio-economic problems. The immediate concern lies in the inability of Singapore to provide for itself. Without natural resources and basic necessities such as water, this nascent state had to purchase everything that was needed. The announcement of British troops withdrawal, which provided 25% of the GDP then, aggravated the economic situation.  The financial pressure was huge for the new nation. On top of that, the Government had to make sure that there were enough jobs as the baby boomers were going to enter the workforce in a few years' time. Unemployment would lead to social instability and put more people into the vicious cycle of poverty. Industralization seemed the most feasible solution to those issues. Industrialization would provide large employment, generate an income and provide the impetus for education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The industrial transformation of Singapore immediately after independence saw 2 distinctive features imbued into the education system - female education and industrial syllabus. Women were rightfully given equal access to education so as to augment the labour force to prepare Singapore for rapid industrialization in the years to come. Schools were brought under the purview of the MOE and were also given a defined syllabus to steer the education system in line with the economy. Emphasis was placed on technical subjects such as Mathematics and Science to equip the workforce with people confident in the operation of basic machines. There was also conscious effort to make sure students had a fairly good grasp of basic English which was important as a working language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... no motivation to continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4246862445359403260?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4246862445359403260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4246862445359403260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4246862445359403260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4246862445359403260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4246862445359403260' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7733425501423256627</id><published>2007-07-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:18:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a sociological point of view, explain why women are currently disproportionately represented in business and in politics in Singapore. Do you think the situation will change in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7733425501423256627?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7733425501423256627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7733425501423256627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7733425501423256627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7733425501423256627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7733425501423256627' title='SSA'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4899687241104346642</id><published>2007-07-19T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:46:09.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Rp-HL3PSQcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5vhCsmEc0Vk/s1600-h/P19-07-07_15.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Rp-HL3PSQcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5vhCsmEc0Vk/s320/P19-07-07_15.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088934741828321730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little creatures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4899687241104346642?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4899687241104346642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4899687241104346642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4899687241104346642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4899687241104346642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4899687241104346642' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Rp-HL3PSQcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5vhCsmEc0Vk/s72-c/P19-07-07_15.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4122845089800563560</id><published>2007-07-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:46:04.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MLE1101 Introductory Materials Science &amp;amp;   Engineering&lt;br /&gt;PC1431 Physics IE&lt;br /&gt;MA1505 Mathematics I&lt;br /&gt;EG1109 Statics and Mechanics of Materials&lt;br /&gt;CTW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4122845089800563560?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4122845089800563560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4122845089800563560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4122845089800563560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4122845089800563560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4122845089800563560' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6649361975250081416</id><published>2007-07-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:51:34.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Officership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: "A'Harye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A' Harye, Hebrew for "follow me", is the ethos deeply imprinted in the minds of Israeli military junior commanders from their earliest military training. This philosophy essentially guides commanders in decision making by saying that one should not expose one's men to danger if one is unwilling to expose oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always saddening to hear instances of officers betraying the trust bestowed upon them in their duties. Many of us have heard of the LHY's case and much of the focus landed on the issue of him being charged and his background but what drew my attention was, rather, the officer whom he complained against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow officer, during my NSF days,had recounted an incident also concerning the integrity of an officer he encountered. It's disgusting. Lives of men and women are entrusted in the hands of their officers in war. They makes decisions which would directly affect the mission success as well as their safety. Look.. I am not a sage and I cannot deny that I have lied before. In fact, it doesn't take much to realise that actions and decisions are never distinctly right or wrong in this world. However, I dare say that I have never lied in the course of my duties as officer in order to cover up for my own mistakes. Officership is about decision making. As a force of arms, scenarios which the military normally finds itself in, are mostly complicated. Take for example the story below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A PLATOON is on a rescue mission. Two members of the platoon are trapped on a hill and under fire. Both soldiers are seriously wounded; within a few hours, they will be dead. Between the platoon and the two soldiers is a minefield, which the platoon must breach or go around if they are to get to the trapped soldiers in time. As the platoon leader ponders his options, he notices a civilian picking his way through the minefield. Obviously he knows where the mines are. The lieutenant detains the civilian, but the man refuses to lead the platoon through the minefield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, the officer is forced to make a decision between letting the civilian go, in which case the men would die, and torturing civilian to get an answer from him. Of course he can also risk the lives his soldiers by force-breaching the minefield to save their comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the example above, we realise that decisions which officers have to make esp wartime are hardly simple. Whatever his decision may be, priority has to go to the completion of the mission and the good of his men. I cannot imagine an officer using his legal power to serve his own purpose in making a decision favourable for himself. By letting such an officer exist, his commission is the sentence of death to our men during war; war is not an impossibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6649361975250081416?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6649361975250081416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6649361975250081416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6649361975250081416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6649361975250081416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6649361975250081416' title='Officership'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6053549239139772520</id><published>2007-07-14T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:51:17.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAP 4</title><content type='html'>Why are some people just so good at studying? READ today's Straits Times: SMU Valedictorian managed a CAP 4 (max by SMU standards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO IT?? It's a perfect score for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll... I'm quite sure I cannot do it.. BUT THEN AGAIN how did carine do it? MAD... CAP5... wah lao... it only makes me more stressed! As for now... CAP 5 is already impossible for Bizad thanx to !@#$%^&amp;*(!@#$%^&amp;amp;* gek 1535. NONSENSE.. LIFE SUX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6053549239139772520?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6053549239139772520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6053549239139772520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6053549239139772520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6053549239139772520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6053549239139772520' title='CAP 4'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6499935429105989581</id><published>2007-07-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:36:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Why WHy</title><content type='html'>Rude SHOCK! SO MANY RUDE SHOCKS tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6499935429105989581?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6499935429105989581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6499935429105989581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6499935429105989581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6499935429105989581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6499935429105989581' title='Why Why WHy'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6256263791135070016</id><published>2007-07-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:23:31.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong?</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with the world today? Everyone seems to be picking fault at each other. They are spoiling for a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids screaming incessantly and upon bumping into me doesn't understand my kind words of LOGIC. Coming online and someone telling me "don't talk to me i am upset".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the bleedy world today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be calm but I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6256263791135070016?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6256263791135070016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6256263791135070016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6256263791135070016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6256263791135070016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6256263791135070016' title='What&apos;s wrong?'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8073465799389669269</id><published>2007-07-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:43:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;外面的世界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;在很久很久以前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你拥有我我拥有你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;在很久很久以前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你离开我去远空遨翔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;外面的世界很精彩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;外面的世界很无奈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;当你觉得外面的世界很精彩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我会在这里衷心的祝福 你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;每当 夕阳西沉的时候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我总是在这里盼望你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;天空中虽然飘着雨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我依然等待你的归期&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8073465799389669269?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8073465799389669269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8073465799389669269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8073465799389669269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8073465799389669269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8073465799389669269' title='long long ago'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3887232088037893625</id><published>2007-07-07T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:14:43.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro87nEkzW6I/AAAAAAAAABs/DWZCWJdHn70/s1600-h/P06-07-07_21.38%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro87nEkzW6I/AAAAAAAAABs/DWZCWJdHn70/s320/P06-07-07_21.38%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084348046753618850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;When kids get locked out... volunteers stay back to take care of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro87nUkzW7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UxJGKmsp7VI/s1600-h/P06-07-07_21.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro87nUkzW7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UxJGKmsp7VI/s320/P06-07-07_21.39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084348051048586162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And when the trio got bored... they started taking photos... hallucinating about hearing people knocking on the shutters... looking for television.... playing tarzan comp games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro85h0kzW2I/AAAAAAAAABM/-f4tql5FjHo/s1600-h/P07-07-07_12.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro85h0kzW2I/AAAAAAAAABM/-f4tql5FjHo/s320/P07-07-07_12.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084345757536050018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad's Birthday Lunch at a KTV cum Restaurant. Wayne attempts to feed himself but, unfortunately, made a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro86M0kzW4I/AAAAAAAAABc/-f401Ib0QAs/s1600-h/P05-07-07_12.24%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro86M0kzW4I/AAAAAAAAABc/-f401Ib0QAs/s320/P05-07-07_12.24%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084346496270424962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep while eating. You should really see how he kept nodding off when my mom fed him. The GONG GONG face upon waking up after every nod was so adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3887232088037893625?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3887232088037893625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3887232088037893625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3887232088037893625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3887232088037893625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3887232088037893625' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/Ro87nEkzW6I/AAAAAAAAABs/DWZCWJdHn70/s72-c/P06-07-07_21.38%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8242531617994726929</id><published>2007-07-05T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:39:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.smileforamile.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN JOIN EVERYBODY JOIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8242531617994726929?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8242531617994726929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8242531617994726929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8242531617994726929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8242531617994726929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8242531617994726929' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4295329694219824971</id><published>2007-07-05T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:27:53.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Birthday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RovYZUkzW1I/AAAAAAAAABE/yMH6AeqIPKs/s1600-h/P04-07-07_21.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RovYZUkzW1I/AAAAAAAAABE/yMH6AeqIPKs/s320/P04-07-07_21.24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083394533949135698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4295329694219824971?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4295329694219824971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4295329694219824971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4295329694219824971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4295329694219824971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4295329694219824971' title='Daddy&apos;s Birthday~'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RovYZUkzW1I/AAAAAAAAABE/yMH6AeqIPKs/s72-c/P04-07-07_21.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-237888525567450623</id><published>2007-07-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:26:22.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>Daddy Daddy... you'd never expect to find your birthday present there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-237888525567450623?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/237888525567450623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=237888525567450623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/237888525567450623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/237888525567450623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#237888525567450623' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4867341710192335137</id><published>2007-07-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:26:24.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc3300;"&gt;Our Pledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;We, the citizens of Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;              pledge ourselves as one united people,&lt;br /&gt;              regardless of race, language or religion,&lt;br /&gt;              to build a democratic society&lt;br /&gt;              based on justice and equality&lt;br /&gt;              so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and&lt;br /&gt;              progress for our nation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so ashamed for rarely taking the pledge ceremonies seriously. If I have the chance to say it again in morning assemblies, I would say it with more conviction after realising the weight each verse bears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meritocracy - justice and equality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Multiracialism - race, language or religion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Common destiny and a stake in the future - happiness, prosperity and progress for our nation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unity in Diversity - One united people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4867341710192335137?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4867341710192335137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4867341710192335137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4867341710192335137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4867341710192335137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4867341710192335137' title='The National Pledge'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6928090598641285618</id><published>2007-07-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:34:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pledge</title><content type='html'>"... to build a democratic society, based on justice and equality, so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and progress for our nation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A progressive national identity, built on the premises of meritocracy and multiracialism, which seeks to create a stake for all Singaporeans in the future of their nation. The common destiny of one people - though ethnically diverse - and one nation in the pursuit of happiness, prosperity and progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 3rd world to 1st, Singapore has already demonstrated it's economic prowess to the world. However, like how Kwok and Ali lamented, any implication that Singaporeans are staying because of material assets or because they have nowhere else to go, simply demeans the higher ideals of national identity. Happiness is the celebration and enjoyment of the Singaporean way of life. Its indicators are intangible and can never be measured quantitatively. Emotions and feelings cannot be engineered thus the traditional top down approach cannot be adopted. This component of nation building has to stem from every Singaporean and this would, subsequently, work its way up to the community, society and, ultimately, the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to embrace a Singapore culture, the average Singaporean must feel involved in the society. Active citizenry and participation ensures that every citizen feels included in the decision making process and this translates to ownership. The nation building project is never complete as world is constantly changing thus active citizenry allows the Singaporean identity to be constantly moulded so as to fit into the volatile global environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participation is a privilege which comes with the trust that mature and intelligent decisions are exercised. Thus Singaporeans should seek to cultivate an active intellectual life which would aid them in dealing with greater issues such as the society and national identity. They should engage themselves in intelligent forums and discussion over such issues for these would reaffirm and strengthen their views.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6928090598641285618?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6928090598641285618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6928090598641285618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6928090598641285618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6928090598641285618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6928090598641285618' title='The Pledge'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-5792999528824550596</id><published>2007-06-29T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:50:56.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results A-</title><content type='html'>I hate my results. Wrong it's singular. Result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort does not pay off all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-5792999528824550596?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5792999528824550596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=5792999528824550596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5792999528824550596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5792999528824550596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5792999528824550596' title='Results A-'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6655957887853817045</id><published>2007-06-28T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:26:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Singapore Society</title><content type='html'>I hate SIngapore Society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm I mean.. SSA 1201. Not literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6655957887853817045?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6655957887853817045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6655957887853817045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6655957887853817045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6655957887853817045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6655957887853817045' title='I hate Singapore Society'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4707125958118168157</id><published>2007-06-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:40:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is Singapore a nation or a state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A state..." I said, much to my own surprise. It just felt like the best answer at that point in time; a statement which I could easily defend, but not necessarily one which I believed in. This question is a tough one because it's impossible to survey 4 million people and tick their responses on a "nation-qualifying" checklist to see where we stand exactly. Even if we had the resources to do so, I would not be surprised to see a majority of the respondents turning back and ask what actually defines a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip all the boring definitions of nation and state came up by Harvard professors. Personally, it's just a communal and homely feeling which sets a nation apart from a state. The S 21 committee defined it by referring to the 5 Fs - Family, Friends, Food, Familiarity and Future. Not surprisingly, even the way we work out our national identity is so Singaporean - concise, but over-simplistic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overseas Sg unit, National Education, Social Studies... There is just so much the Govt can do. The rest is up to how parents educate their kids. The Catholics have a way with this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catch a child in his formative years and implant him with a set of values, experiences and beliefs , and this will get you a person for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what would you tell your kid the next time you see him?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This is another day in my life feeling patriotic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4707125958118168157?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4707125958118168157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4707125958118168157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4707125958118168157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4707125958118168157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4707125958118168157' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1672696388127766296</id><published>2007-06-23T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:05:36.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engin CamP~</title><content type='html'>Engin camp was a hell lot of fun baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm made a few friends! haha I think it would takes ages to describe what happened for those past few days so I shall not attempt to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life's so good now, since I have already decided to S/U my next module. This coupled with the fact that I can put my gek 1535, which I think I had fared terribly in, under the business degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next will be rag. After seeing how badly I danced on Thursday, I am starting to have doubts being a rag dancer. I think I shall just stick with float building.&lt;br /&gt;JOIN RAG EVERYBODY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1672696388127766296?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1672696388127766296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1672696388127766296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1672696388127766296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1672696388127766296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1672696388127766296' title='Engin CamP~'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-2920356442198366467</id><published>2007-06-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:56:40.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever came up with the phrase "the world's so small" should be hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's not huge but it's definitely not that small! It's vast enough for me to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiar MSN alert which I have learnt to ignore. Let it drift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-2920356442198366467?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2920356442198366467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=2920356442198366467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2920356442198366467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2920356442198366467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2920356442198366467' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1977522534622380435</id><published>2007-06-16T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:24:34.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED UP</title><content type='html'>I am stupid. I am screwed. I hate myself. I need to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1977522534622380435?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1977522534622380435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1977522534622380435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1977522534622380435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1977522534622380435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1977522534622380435' title='SCREWED UP'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-5805907025272048625</id><published>2007-06-10T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:32:03.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Camp Briefing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RmrijqRtIDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NeQtiuPwAzE/s1600-h/P10-06-07_00.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RmrijqRtIDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NeQtiuPwAzE/s320/P10-06-07_00.54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074117032458133554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woohoo.. Adrian made my essay smoother!&lt;br /&gt;THanx bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pre camp briefing today and i brought back a present from a xiao zhar bo.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK THOSE BLEEDING SPOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew her as dhoby ghaut cos that was the station she used to play those games. RIght and I was KOVAN.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I didn't even know her name until my friends told me over lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the slaps the thigh so hard as though she wanted to pound it into mince meat.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHZ ok lar we're quits since i sunk my nails into her arms when pinching her. My wounds are more visible though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-5805907025272048625?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5805907025272048625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=5805907025272048625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5805907025272048625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5805907025272048625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5805907025272048625' title='Pre Camp Briefing'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RmrijqRtIDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NeQtiuPwAzE/s72-c/P10-06-07_00.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4938837674020968968</id><published>2007-06-07T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:33:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Type: ENFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give your all and feel guilty when relationships fail.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex is not separate from love and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are humorous, giving, and motivational.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to be over-protective and critical of your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: INFP or ISFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Found this on a certain someone's blog. That certain someone called me a certain someone toO!!&lt;br /&gt;haha oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4938837674020968968?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4938837674020968968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4938837674020968968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4938837674020968968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4938837674020968968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4938837674020968968' title='Love test'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1090605460854693655</id><published>2007-06-06T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:54:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>Yay I finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy weeks ahead... Save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... is it really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1090605460854693655?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1090605460854693655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1090605460854693655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1090605460854693655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1090605460854693655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1090605460854693655' title='Yay'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6296046074838697655</id><published>2007-06-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:09:02.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injustice</title><content type='html'>How often do you feel life is doing injustice to you?&lt;br /&gt;I guess this happens when you have nothing other than plenty of time and wandering mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out at RAG today with a pathetic few others. We played a prank on this person who called me to promote the engin camp. My new found friends/younger-than-me-because-they-din-have-to-serve-NS seniors asked me to call the person after I hung up. (p.s they know the person who called cos they're all in the camp committee or something.) This time we were going to ask her to allow my 2 fictitious girlfriends to come for the camp also. We demanded to be in the same OG and gosh their acting were great esp for S who totally resembled a chao ah lian. Haha poor thing... kena tricked by us. They felt really bad after that. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-discarded drink cans stink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles hall? hmm... just whack...&lt;br /&gt;May have to quit V... cos of canoe polo...&lt;br /&gt;Transform me into a mugger toad-&lt;br /&gt;Shit.. Mech Engin how?&lt;br /&gt;Sat how?&lt;br /&gt;ARGH... so many things to sort out...&lt;br /&gt;go fly kite-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6296046074838697655?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6296046074838697655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6296046074838697655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6296046074838697655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6296046074838697655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6296046074838697655' title='Injustice'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1955430530450243762</id><published>2007-06-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:19:35.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlighted hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RmGXGmJTNmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EkFyB8SdXxY/s1600-h/P03-06-07_00.11%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RmGXGmJTNmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EkFyB8SdXxY/s320/P03-06-07_00.11%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071500794970453602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I highlighted my hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the colour is not very obvious from the photo.. sigh... hahah HIGHLY INSPIRED BY ning qi's new hairdo... i decided to go highlight since i had nothing to do today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a suaku at the salon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hairdresser used some scraping technique thing to make the hair sharper.. he used this blade to scrap against strands of hair to make the ends sharper.. so that they can look more "lively"... Then he asked me after seeing the grimace on my face..."very pain ah?" haha hmm.. all was written on my face man... I avoided answering that question directly by asking him what he was using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a boring day and tomorrow is not going to be any better... hAI... kan kai dian ba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1955430530450243762?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1955430530450243762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1955430530450243762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1955430530450243762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1955430530450243762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1955430530450243762' title='Highlighted hair'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RmGXGmJTNmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EkFyB8SdXxY/s72-c/P03-06-07_00.11%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7580324166398261023</id><published>2007-06-02T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:29:42.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept at 6am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it hate it hate it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7580324166398261023?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7580324166398261023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7580324166398261023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7580324166398261023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7580324166398261023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7580324166398261023' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8966571920042490844</id><published>2007-05-31T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:37:24.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love carrots because it dawned on me that they are orange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8966571920042490844?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8966571920042490844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8966571920042490844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8966571920042490844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8966571920042490844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8966571920042490844' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3634639593875883843</id><published>2007-05-30T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:12:24.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i lost my cool</title><content type='html'>Crap! I think I lost my cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3634639593875883843?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3634639593875883843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3634639593875883843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3634639593875883843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3634639593875883843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3634639593875883843' title='i think i lost my cool'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7692849813514773016</id><published>2007-05-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:36:44.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaio</title><content type='html'>Vaio... Should I get a Vaio? Rich vs poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the course book! but really it's nothing spectacular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned my happiness equation to orchard lib...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serviced the Altis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installed Iridium Tough Spark Plug... Wonder if it's psychological effect but I think I am feeling better performance of the car when I hit the throttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good temper... Good temper... Keep it up willy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha PCG (you wouldn't wanna noe what this acronym stands for) sat beside me you know! =) Excitement siah! Haha JH suggested that I stay back after the lecture today to ask questions since she's always asking questions. IDEA leh... Oh well but in the end I didn't. Just so P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QY's ORD treat tomorrow at some seletar hill rest place. Are NSFs getting richer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7692849813514773016?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7692849813514773016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7692849813514773016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7692849813514773016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7692849813514773016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7692849813514773016' title='Vaio'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7210533604442100378</id><published>2007-05-29T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:27:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konfrontasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indonesian Confrontation: Threats from Armed Subversives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before Singapore joined Malaysia in 1963, the Indonesian Government had opposed the formation  of Malaysia. It exploited the racial tensions in Singapore and infiltrated saboteurs into the  country after the formation of Malaysia to undertake acts of sabotage with the support of  disaffected locals. The saboteurs' objective was the destruction of vital installations in  Singapore. However, given their inaccessibility to these installations which were heavily  guarded, they were instead instructed to explode bombs indiscriminately to create public alarm  and panic as well as lower public morale. On 10 March 1965, there was a bomb explosion at the  MacDonald House along Orchard Road. The most serious of the bombings by the saboteurs, the  blast killed two Chinese and one Malay and injured at least 33 people. Special Branch officers  and Police tracked down and arrested the Indonesian commandos, Harun Said and Osman Hj Mohd Ali,  who were members of the Korps Komando Operasi. The two Indonesian commandos were convicted and  executed for the MacDonald House bomb blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Branch officers collected critical intelligence and managed to round up other  Indonesian infiltrators, smashing many small terrorist squads and local underground movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www2.mha.gov.sg/mha/isd/newisd_earlyyears.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH SORRY LEH! DOn't like that leh... Gimme chance leh.. ANother chance for you to slap me? HEHE Thanks leh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7210533604442100378?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7210533604442100378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7210533604442100378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7210533604442100378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7210533604442100378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7210533604442100378' title='Konfrontasi'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3750705165540664288</id><published>2007-05-29T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:19:23.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry leh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lawmaker from the opposition Indonesian Democratic Party - Struggle, Mr Permadi, said Indonesia should treat Singapore as an enemy because of what had happened in the past - Singapore's hanging of two marines in 1968 for planting a bomb in MacDonald House on Orchard Road, and its giving refuge to corrupt bankers and businessmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- excerpt from Straits Times, 29 May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know guys... this is like the funniest statement I've ever heard from someone sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember guys Mr Permadi had enlightened us on the reason why we should say sorry to a person who slapped us. In fact we deserve more than that! =) Yay. SORRY LEH! hehehe SMILEY FACE&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So cute leh! Feel like squeezing his cheeks!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3750705165540664288?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3750705165540664288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3750705165540664288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3750705165540664288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3750705165540664288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3750705165540664288' title='Sorry leh!'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3138362685095436524</id><published>2007-05-28T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:14:43.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hair for hope registration is closed!!! WHY SO FAST????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't register yet leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIz... how how...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3138362685095436524?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3138362685095436524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3138362685095436524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3138362685095436524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3138362685095436524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3138362685095436524' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4496298812928900815</id><published>2007-05-28T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:39:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>I can only keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4496298812928900815?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4496298812928900815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4496298812928900815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4496298812928900815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4496298812928900815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4496298812928900815' title='Fingers crossed'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3126751279188669526</id><published>2007-05-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:00:04.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Boy</title><content type='html'>This weekend was designated to allow me to be try-to-be-good boy. However, as you would have already guessed, it didn't work out. My parents told they would be going to Malaysia today and my efforts for the self-imposed grounding had gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty free despite the studying that I should have done. Boredom drove me out of the house and I actually wanted to travel to Marina Sq just to redeem my free ice cream. Thank God I received yl's msg. Thank God... that led me into doing something even more dangerously idle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I just realised the difficulty in trying to find good eng word to replace Bo liao.... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because my english is bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3126751279188669526?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3126751279188669526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3126751279188669526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3126751279188669526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3126751279188669526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3126751279188669526' title='Good Boy'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1406703106143552689</id><published>2007-05-26T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:15:13.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Equation</title><content type='html'>Happiness Equation:&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love, Something to do, Something to hope for = Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lack any of those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older you start to realise that you were making a hell lot more mistakes than you thought you did. Trying to convince yourself that those were not mistakes until you've walked out of them doesn't offer much help in quenching that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1406703106143552689?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1406703106143552689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1406703106143552689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1406703106143552689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1406703106143552689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1406703106143552689' title='Happiness Equation'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8340799403787909344</id><published>2007-05-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:14:34.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCF - Hair for Hope</title><content type='html'>Hair for Hope by Children Cancer Foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show your support by shaving your hair on 1st of July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys... this would not be the first time you walk around bald anyway... Remember those recruit days...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer work is all about support, I guess... I mean you won't lose anything getting shaved right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further information please visit:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/objective.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8340799403787909344?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8340799403787909344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8340799403787909344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8340799403787909344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8340799403787909344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8340799403787909344' title='CCF - Hair for Hope'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8309086878421051727</id><published>2007-05-24T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:30:34.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Technical Analysis vs Fundamental Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your take on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that one should never place all his egg into one basket and gamble it away using only 1 kind of analysis. This may make me look like puss but there is reason why there are 2 schools rather than 1. Fundamentally, a company which has good prospects may not be one that is worth speculating but it's one which you can stash your retirement money in. Technically, a company with poor prospects may present you the best opportunity to strike the jackpot. It all comes back to the same old questions. How much risk are you willing to take? And, perhaps, how stupid you can become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8309086878421051727?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8309086878421051727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8309086878421051727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8309086878421051727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8309086878421051727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8309086878421051727' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7008743019629687203</id><published>2007-05-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:52:24.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another normal day has passed by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my temper is getting better. Keep up the good work willy~! I can do it! *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7008743019629687203?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7008743019629687203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7008743019629687203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7008743019629687203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7008743019629687203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7008743019629687203' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3906107739910775209</id><published>2007-05-23T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:57:13.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3906107739910775209?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3906107739910775209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3906107739910775209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3906107739910775209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3906107739910775209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3906107739910775209' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1639769529999642762</id><published>2007-05-23T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:46:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/28270403-1639769529999642762?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1639769529999642762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1639769529999642762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1639769529999642762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1639769529999642762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1639769529999642762' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8052376284555985142</id><published>2007-05-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:59:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good day</title><content type='html'>I need to tell you how wonderful today was. There was nothing to make it a bad one thus it had to be a good one by default!&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the normal days will produce normal blog entries - normally boring. Kayak, attempted to be a good son, studied, researched, lunch, breakfast, dinner, sms-ed, online, blogged, bought lamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8052376284555985142?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8052376284555985142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8052376284555985142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8052376284555985142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8052376284555985142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8052376284555985142' title='It&apos;s a good day'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-8900205737099372496</id><published>2007-05-21T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:48:33.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Singapore Dreaming was so deeply touching - yes I know I am slow. The plot was so raw and uncensored. It was as though someone approached you and uncovered all your embarrassing dark secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-8900205737099372496?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8900205737099372496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=8900205737099372496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8900205737099372496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/8900205737099372496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8900205737099372496' title='Singapore Dreaming'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1401128235604924144</id><published>2007-05-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:41:35.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aston Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RlGhTmJTNkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BoL_29AENg8/s1600-h/P19-05-07_11.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RlGhTmJTNkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BoL_29AENg8/s320/P19-05-07_11.50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067008413797660226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this Aston Martin at Mac reservoir last Saturday... Uber cool-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more SLK for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1401128235604924144?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1401128235604924144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1401128235604924144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1401128235604924144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1401128235604924144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1401128235604924144' title='Aston Martin'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iN5Zm9nkoag/RlGhTmJTNkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BoL_29AENg8/s72-c/P19-05-07_11.50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1399823924335593748</id><published>2007-05-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:52:35.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Day</title><content type='html'>You probably cannot find another person who had been more unlucky than me. I shall not bore you with the details because my superstitious belief tells me that recollecting those events will bring the misfortune back again. Oh well, I certainly hope it has passed. The aftermath? Severe deprivation of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx dd. I am so very grateful for a friend like you. But... HLWTRL? =)&lt;br /&gt;You've broken the record. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how well/badly you've treated the people around you? Some of us invest consistently in strengthening relationships and forging new ones. A group of us, including me, forge and never maintains. I am really not sure how I should put this. Sons are useless... I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to change. How should I deal with this? Can you show me how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1399823924335593748?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1399823924335593748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1399823924335593748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1399823924335593748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1399823924335593748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1399823924335593748' title='Unlucky Day'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3559125678912736678</id><published>2007-05-18T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:22:35.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay Topic</title><content type='html'>Are biofuels a viable alternative for petrol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone any idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3559125678912736678?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3559125678912736678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3559125678912736678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3559125678912736678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3559125678912736678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3559125678912736678' title='Essay Topic'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3969788065226691153</id><published>2007-05-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:07:04.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog since eons</title><content type='html'>This is the first entry since eons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I have chosen the module so life isn't that bad as compared other people. In fact, this feels much better than a holiday because there is a good blend of work and rest. The work's simple and the rest's rejuvenating. What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have my first test in 2 years tomorrow if you don't count the army ones. It's gonna be a 10 question MCQ which will take 10-20min accordingly to LEE. LEE's my lecturer by the way. Sometimes I wonder how long I can sustain my mugging? Is it just part of the process of rediscovering studying which in any case is going to fade away in no time? Have I reached peak? I certainly hope not. Cheers to mugging guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams: double 1st.&lt;br /&gt;=) Dreams are not meant to be achieved anyway! HEHE Ok i will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of blogging has reduced the size of my brain and I am experiencing a drought in the amount of blogging ideas coming in! Gosh. I need to hunt it back now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3969788065226691153?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3969788065226691153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3969788065226691153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3969788065226691153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3969788065226691153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3969788065226691153' title='First blog since eons'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3009613959381110374</id><published>2007-05-16T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:59:34.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>Yay i can finally blog! right will update my blog tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3009613959381110374?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3009613959381110374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3009613959381110374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3009613959381110374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3009613959381110374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3009613959381110374' title='yay!'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-5638369965772393342</id><published>2007-05-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:10:22.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nil</title><content type='html'>两个人的婚礼也可以很甜蜜! Haha... I found those words pretty sweet. They are actually part of the lyrics of 白色婚礼.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a hundred muscular fibres blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tmr's going to be such a busy day! Print notes, reply the parents, think about what I want to tell the people whom I am supposed to talk to, get the past year exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周公讲鬼 is not scary at all!&lt;br /&gt;SIgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk into a new phase of life this coming Tuesday! I am not very excited over it but I must give due regard to its importance because of its significance as a new chapter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... i also wanna go for centre's malaysia trip... Hope they can have in sat sun and mon... else i wouldnt be able to make it no thanx to lectures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-5638369965772393342?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5638369965772393342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=5638369965772393342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5638369965772393342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5638369965772393342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5638369965772393342' title='nil'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7135171210490658950</id><published>2007-05-05T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:43:36.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy like toad!&lt;br /&gt;yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想通了是件好事!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a cock in my mat card photo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7135171210490658950?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7135171210490658950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7135171210490658950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7135171210490658950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7135171210490658950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7135171210490658950' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7717966912490194596</id><published>2007-05-01T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:28:37.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I shall choose to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;*SMILEZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7717966912490194596?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7717966912490194596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7717966912490194596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7717966912490194596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7717966912490194596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7717966912490194596' title='Happy'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-840044417042372415</id><published>2007-05-01T03:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:55:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;h4&gt;“We who lived in concentration                     camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting                     others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have                     been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that                     everything can be taken away from a man but one thing: the                     last of the human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in                     any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.”&lt;/h4&gt;           &lt;h5&gt;  -- Victor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/h5&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-840044417042372415?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/840044417042372415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=840044417042372415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/840044417042372415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/840044417042372415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#840044417042372415' title='happiness 2'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3792759943240950669</id><published>2007-05-01T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:51:14.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;And he said unto them...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"If a man told God that he wanted most of all to help the&lt;br /&gt;    suffering world, no matter the price to himself, and God&lt;br /&gt;    answered and told him what he must do, should the man&lt;br /&gt;    do as he is told?"&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"Of course, Master!" cried the many.&lt;br /&gt; "It should be pleasure for him to suffer the tortures of&lt;br /&gt;    hell itself, should God ask it!"&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"No matter what those tortures, nor how difficult the task?"&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"Honor to be hanged, glory to be nailed to a tree and burned,&lt;br /&gt;    if so be that God has asked," said they.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"And what would you do," the Master said unto the&lt;br /&gt;    multitude, "if God spoke directly to your face and said...&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;'I command that you be happy in the world, as long&lt;br /&gt;    as you live.' What would you do then?"&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;And the multitude was silent, not a voice, not a sound&lt;br /&gt;    was heard upon the hillsides, across the valleys&lt;br /&gt;    where they stood.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;         -&lt;i&gt;Illusions&lt;/i&gt; by Richard Bach&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3792759943240950669?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3792759943240950669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3792759943240950669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3792759943240950669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3792759943240950669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3792759943240950669' title='happiness'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4235014048435418861</id><published>2007-04-30T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:59:54.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the heat</title><content type='html'>Why is NUS business school able to do so much publicity? Just take a look at the adverts they posted on Straits Times today. They took up an entire page and this definitely indicates that the school is not another cash-strapped educational institute. Where in the world did they get so much money? The branding of the school is also done pretty professionally and in the eyes of an amateur like me I really cannot tell if it's done by a professional branding company or not! Cool, I must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 20% of the BBAs drew an average salary of 5000 odd and the top salary stood at 10000 odd. Oh my goodness! What's their problem? You mean they don't feel bad enjoying such high remunerations as fresh grads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did all of them land themselves a job in investment banking or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so stressful. But I must say I m beginning to love this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4235014048435418861?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4235014048435418861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4235014048435418861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4235014048435418861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4235014048435418861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4235014048435418861' title='Feeling the heat'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-5581140970128229929</id><published>2007-04-29T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:02:18.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take care</title><content type='html'>-take care-&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-5581140970128229929?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5581140970128229929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=5581140970128229929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5581140970128229929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5581140970128229929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5581140970128229929' title='take care'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1603406139736391023</id><published>2007-04-29T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:01:34.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prisoners' Dilemma: A Discussion&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is a very similar problem to Newcomb's Paradox. However, in this case, we assume that each prisoner would make the choice most advantageous to himself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;From Prisoner 1's point of view, suppose Prisoner 2 keeps mum, he has two choices: keep mum or cooperate with the police. By keeping mum, he gets one month's jail. By cooperating, he will be freed immediately. So, he would choose to cooperate with the police since it is more advantageous for him to do so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If Prisoner 2 cooperates with the police, his choices remain the same. If Prisoner 1 chooses to keep mum, he gets nine month's jail. By cooperating, he gets six month's jail. So, Prisoner 1 would still choose to cooperate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Clearly, Prisoner 1 chooses to cooperate, no matter what Prisoner 2's choice is. By the same argument, Prisoner 2 will come to the same conclusion and choose to cooperate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1603406139736391023?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1603406139736391023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1603406139736391023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1603406139736391023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1603406139736391023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1603406139736391023' title=''/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3320756192562660065</id><published>2007-04-25T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:37:35.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one</title><content type='html'>Nobody said it was going to be easy but neither did anyone tell me it was going to be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- it's drawing nearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3320756192562660065?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3320756192562660065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3320756192562660065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3320756192562660065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3320756192562660065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3320756192562660065' title='No one'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1273078174912494441</id><published>2007-04-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:54:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Governance</title><content type='html'>I was skimming through the papers today and I came across the article talking about the Young PAP dialogue which took place 2 days ago at St James Power Station. Reading through what MM  said, I came to a conclusion that his leadership traits bears resemblance to what was taught in OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI's Prize Giving Ceremony took place this afternoon and the Guest-of-Honour was one of the ex-chief of Navy. In his address, he mentioned that reading was important because it enables one to communicate effectively and accurately. In fact language, being the most effective medium of communication which human beings possess, is one of the most important pillars for learning. In simpler terms, you need to be able to read in order to learn. I aspire to be a voracious reader from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1273078174912494441?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1273078174912494441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1273078174912494441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1273078174912494441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1273078174912494441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1273078174912494441' title='Good Governance'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-9069592162605327257</id><published>2007-04-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:19:13.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidding and Modules</title><content type='html'>I think I am sufficiently pissed off by some of the TECHNICAL GLITCHES and MISTAKES IN ADMINISTRATIVE PROCESSES in the bidding system for the Special Term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was a refused a chance to bid for CTW and the reason given was that I did not meet the prerequisite of B4 in GP. Hello? I got an A2? They apologised and said I could try bidding for it again in the appeal. WOW I was sure it did help a lot! What's the use of having the stupid telephone inquiry number when 99.99% of the time no one is manning it? WOW how incredibly smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, this guy from chemistry sent me a mail. He said due to some mistakes in the admin processes, the timetable for the module was wrong. Yes GREAT! The course will be starting in 2 weeks time and now you're telling us this. NO concessions made and no apologies at all. What did you think you were doing? And you got the cheek to ask us to TRAVEL all the way to NUS just to sign a written consent by this week - he sent the EMAIL today - to salvage the shit. So... NOW  we should be punished for that MISTAKE which someone else committed. OH yea! and now you tell us if we are not interested in the module we can take it when school starts. WHAT THE HELL is all the planning for and all the spirit and ideals behind the bidding system? You think I have too much time is it? By choosing and not being able to take it due to MISTAKES in ADMIN PROCESSES is synonymous to WASTE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE:&lt;br /&gt;1. SNAIL MAIL EVERYONE A PROPER LETTER because NOT EVERYONE CAMPS IN FRONT OF THE COMP AND CHECK THE STUDENT'S MAIL EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;2. ALONG WITH THE SNAIL MAIL, PUT IN THE STUPID WRITTEN CONSENT AND A BUSINESS REPLY ENVELOPE&lt;br /&gt;3. APOLOGISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DARN PISSED OFF because the letter did not even mention any word or phrase which resembles SORRY at all. There is no indication of apology just a haughty and take it or leave it attitude. What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone as free as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-9069592162605327257?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/9069592162605327257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=9069592162605327257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/9069592162605327257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/9069592162605327257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9069592162605327257' title='Bidding and Modules'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1560391532637246458</id><published>2007-04-22T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:58:10.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000080;"&gt;PRISONERS’ DILEMMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This problem is very similar to Newcomb’s paradox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two prisoners were arrested for committing a crime. However, the police did not have enough information to convict them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The prisoners were put into separate cells. The police officer went to speak to each of them separately. "Each of you have two choices: either keep mum or give us enough information to convict your accomplice," the police officer said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If both of you keep mum, we would not have sufficient evidence, so we would sentence you to one month’s jail for petty crime. If both of you give us the information we need, you would each serve six month’s jail for the crime you committed. However, if one keeps mum and the other provides the information, the one who keeps mum would serve nine month’s jail for the crime and obstructing justice. The one who helps us would be rewarded and would be freed immediately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both prisoners know their choices. What would their choices be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;http://sps.nus.edu.sg/~ngbeesan/main.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1560391532637246458?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1560391532637246458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1560391532637246458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1560391532637246458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1560391532637246458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1560391532637246458' title='paradox'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-2936177732025236591</id><published>2007-04-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:42:49.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer and Bball at HWACHONG</title><content type='html'>Soccer and Bball at Hwa Chong today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what you call non-stop action man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stint in RI is coming to an end and I would definitely miss those months I spent there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-2936177732025236591?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2936177732025236591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=2936177732025236591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2936177732025236591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/2936177732025236591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2936177732025236591' title='Soccer and Bball at HWACHONG'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4161344194564742708</id><published>2007-04-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:26:15.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Can't control! dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not tired enough to drown the emotions. Push my body harder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4161344194564742708?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4161344194564742708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4161344194564742708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4161344194564742708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4161344194564742708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4161344194564742708' title='-'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-9012471029154585389</id><published>2007-04-20T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:57:13.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find myself</title><content type='html'>Lost in the pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;It's not good to get lost because you may end up walking back the same way you came from. Be focused. Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;Reconcile and move on. Random thoughts are simply a waste of time. Focus your energy on improving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk with a burden. Travel light in this journey.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice journey ahead willy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering from an illness which keeps me awake after talking too much. I really hate the feeling of closing my eyes with a brain still running at full speed. The mind is willing but the flesh is weak. How apt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 lessons in a row tmr. Bless me guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-9012471029154585389?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/9012471029154585389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=9012471029154585389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/9012471029154585389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/9012471029154585389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9012471029154585389' title='Find myself'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-6308296176804594517</id><published>2007-04-18T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:41:50.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How good can life be?</title><content type='html'>I googled on &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Collin McCarty too and this was what I found - Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stumbled upon phrases and found so much meaning in them? The revelation was just like finding gold. Indeed, worrying has always been given the top priority in our hobbies' list thus, I suppose, when environmentalists talk about energy crisis they are merely muttering nonsense. Energy derived/expended from worrying can keep us going for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done! Most of us worry for legitimate reasons and the results of our worries actually crystallize into better solutions to the problems. Worrying stimulates and heightens my alertness turning me into a mild insomniac. It also locks the problem in my head so that I can ponder about it 24/7 and please note that this produces good solutions. Worrying reduces me into a pessimistic fellow who will not have high expectations. They say that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Last but not least, worrying keeps me occupied and it's important to do so because many problems are just not within my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop worrying about those worrisome issues because they do nothing but drain my energy away from more important pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry be happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-6308296176804594517?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6308296176804594517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=6308296176804594517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6308296176804594517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/6308296176804594517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6308296176804594517' title='How good can life be?'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-5981218165483849234</id><published>2007-04-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:16:54.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental patient</title><content type='html'>I, 860XXXXE Tan Wei Lei, do solemnly and sincerely pledge that,&lt;br /&gt;I will always bear true faith in my dentist and be prepared to brush my teeth industriously.&lt;br /&gt;I will always brush my teeth before I sleep, after I wake up and as and when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I will always brush my teeth after I eat sweets.&lt;br /&gt;I will always seek to keep my teeth clean to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;-end of pledge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went sao mu today. Can anyone enlighten me on whether there is an English word which describes sao mu? Sao Mu turns you into a smoked salmon and that was the 2nd time I had that kind of feeling, the first being my virgin clubbing experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-5981218165483849234?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5981218165483849234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=5981218165483849234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5981218165483849234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5981218165483849234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5981218165483849234' title='Dental patient'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-685579161366827301</id><published>2007-04-14T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:16:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H-I-G-H</title><content type='html'>Try punching the number FOUR 4 times on your mobile phone keypad. What do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH! So interesting right. I saw this trivial - if you consider it to be - on my friend's sister's blog. Haha! Yes! Indirect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-685579161366827301?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/685579161366827301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=685579161366827301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/685579161366827301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/685579161366827301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#685579161366827301' title='H-I-G-H'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-1642880803571216544</id><published>2007-04-14T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:10:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>Philosophers have always been very curious why human beings, being in the know that death is inevitable, work hard for things they desire. Having the knowledge that we are all going to die one day does not haunt us until the last few moments perhaps. In fact, people who have had near death experiences described death as something beautiful; so beautiful that you will just walk into it willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say all this? Don't worry, I am far from being suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that I am asking is why we can remain happy even though we know that we are going die some day. I think it has got to do with expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something positive and unexpected happens to us, we call it a surprise. On the other hand, a shock occurs when something dreaded is presented to us. It may sound crazy but I believe these are the fuels which keep us going. A life without shock or surprise has nothing to look forward to. A monotonous life is depressing and largely suicidal. THUS, I thank God, although I do not proclaim to have one, for the inability to know what is going to happen to me. Ignorance is bliss, because, along with it comes hope and opportunities. Every chapter of your life story is written by the ink of hope. Your life is the paper and hope adds words and colours to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life presents us with opportunities but, at the same time, it tricks us because most of them have remote chances of success. It's best not to read too much into it because you will just end getting more confused. I used to think that fate was just another excuse for losers to cover up their failure. Fate wasn't. Fate is the randomness, or predestined, way in which events occur. Written and dictated by the clerisy of all beings, fate cannot be understood. Sometimes, you've just got to believe in it. Certain events occur only once or twice. On the other hand, something or someone may just keep crashing into your life. That's fate. Don't force it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes, keeps coming and never leaves... you'd know it's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-1642880803571216544?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1642880803571216544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=1642880803571216544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1642880803571216544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/1642880803571216544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1642880803571216544' title='Fate'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-11515227590230513</id><published>2007-04-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:30:29.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When can I protect you?</title><content type='html'>等到何时才有权利保护你的梦?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天, 吴老师给我们看了之恩以华文所写的字条. 她让我找出其中的错字但我连一个也认不出. 这也是时候察上我的华文了吧 (brush up my Chinese)，所以便决定以华文来写这一个部落格(correct word rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开学的日期一天天地逼近，　我对自己未来的路也带着加倍的期待．　可是，　这分期待也搀杂着不安和焦虑．　毕竟，　我已经有两年没碰书本了，　背书包的感觉也似乎被 Field pack, ADM, Webbing, Metador, LAW etc 所取代了．大家都说在大学很难交上知己，但值得庆幸的是工程和商科也不乏我已认识的朋友．　jayce, li khoon, wenxiang, didi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然有冲动想演一出戏，　但话说回来，　我有何时不在演戏呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no work tomorrow and that means no income. Having no work also translates to boredom and this produces a wallet slimming effect as I will have a high tendency to go shopping. I have vol work at 6 and I really hope I don't end up being the only person there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When kids start walking, hell breaks loose. Their mobility is an adult's nightmare because it means they can no longer be confined in their cot or little jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-11515227590230513?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/11515227590230513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=11515227590230513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/11515227590230513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/11515227590230513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#11515227590230513' title='When can I protect you?'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3320036269817004535</id><published>2007-04-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:34:18.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents</title><content type='html'>-Chocs and Ang Bao-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3320036269817004535?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3320036269817004535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3320036269817004535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3320036269817004535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3320036269817004535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3320036269817004535' title='Presents'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-5506327145176600174</id><published>2007-04-10T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:47:10.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad</title><content type='html'>-void-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-5506327145176600174?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5506327145176600174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=5506327145176600174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5506327145176600174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/5506327145176600174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5506327145176600174' title='bad'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-131285942040060946</id><published>2007-04-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:58:14.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High BP</title><content type='html'>I worked out to the max today. It's been long time since I last had the motivation or rather anger to push myself in straining that muscle. I don't suppose anger is a healthy way to derive power. That could be the reason why my BP was high during the medical checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to polish the car just now and it was through that process when I understood the viability of car polishing business. People looking at ways to slim down should really consider polishing their cars on a regular basis. The amount of sweat I produced was sufficient for me to fill a pail and wash the car again. Looking at the muscles involved closely, I deduced that the circular, which is required to produce spit shine surfaces, is effective for toning flabby arms; this good news for ladies! Henceforth, to promote healthy lifestyle, I shall be so generous to offer anyone, keen on toning their arms, the privilege of polishing THE car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... you really need to control. How are you going to make it in army?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-131285942040060946?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/131285942040060946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=131285942040060946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/131285942040060946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/131285942040060946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#131285942040060946' title='High BP'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-7153042044980251699</id><published>2007-04-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:06:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Back from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth, I am a have-driven-to-malaysia-before driver. This means I am a cut above the rest of the mediocre drivers! Soon, you will see me in the Grand Prix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North South Highway made me realise the importance of stability in a car. You can fit your car with a rocket engine but it's not going to go fast on the road because you will find it flying. I don't suppose the steering wheel is very controlling the direction of a flying car? Altis is quite stable at high speeds. Well, the speed which I drove at was far from rocket speed but I suppose we rarely hit 140 +. It was a good speed to test your suspension and stability. Results of it? GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing spectacular but I didn't feel I was going to fly when I hit 140. I was pretty amazed with the ECT thing also. It really made the car pick up speed and maintain speed better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was nothing near shopping spree. I ACQUIRED 3 shirts, 3 pair of socks, 2 wrist bands and 1 iron knuckle sand bag only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Med check up. WASTE MY TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Finished comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-7153042044980251699?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7153042044980251699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=7153042044980251699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7153042044980251699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/7153042044980251699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7153042044980251699' title='Back from Malaysia'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-4228454498525800643</id><published>2007-04-06T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T08:01:05.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I have a track record of sinking into nostalgia every time I leave the country. Even though the trip is a short drive up the causeway, the feeling hits me as usual. 933 is playing this  song called dang1 ni3 gu1 dan1 ni3 hui4 xiang2 qi3 sui2 coincidentally, which puts me in a miss class mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've graduated for 2 years plus already but I still vividly remember the days at the class bench - though I wasn't exactly a regular user - and how I, throughout the span of 2 years, managed to irritate almost everyone in class. Looking back, we've really witnessed how we all grew up. *aww* People like Eliza have changed quite a bit, in my opinion. The DAO face, which she had admitted having, has morphed into one with friendly smile - though she tries to act fierce sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the RI's class of 1964 visited RI for the launch of a book called "Under the Banyan Tree". Yes, age has, indeed, caught up with them. The book launch was witnessed by the 1964 batch as well as their teachers. The students were in their 60s and the teachers in their 70s. The book was essentially about the students' memories of RI and how they felt about their teachers. Let me correct you before you jump to conclusion that this book is another politically correct one which sings endless praises on the sacrifices our teachers made. It tells you how the students played pranks on their teachers and how they gossiped about them. It wasn't exactly the most flattering book for the teachers but those were simply memories. Sweet memories. Will we still get together when we turn 60? Maybe we could write a book titled "At the Golden Rooster" or "Yellow City" etc. Inside we can talk about how we tricked Ms Hia on April Fools, how we so feared the wrath of Mrs Foo, how Tommy brought out our interests in transistor radio on our first tut, how you made me smile, how he made me smile, how you made her smile, how she made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would have already realised, it's just one of my another emo entry which is really, again, the result of HORMONES. Memories are meant to be created. Hey yix, you were right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-4228454498525800643?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4228454498525800643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=4228454498525800643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4228454498525800643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/4228454498525800643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4228454498525800643' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270403.post-3759771478508752672</id><published>2007-04-05T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:47:46.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca</title><content type='html'>I will be heading to Malacca/Port Dickson for the weekends. Those who want to contact me may SMS me although I don't think I have autoroam. But I guess the act SMSing me can sooth the many lonely souls out there who will miss me when I am away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week hadn't been the best week. I was constantly in a very foul mood, no thanks to my hormones - Testosterone for your info. Looking at it closely, it was really that bad after all, considering the few NEW friends I made. There is a Chinese teacher in the school who was from Hwa Chong. She was from the class of 9X A 14 I believe. Sorry but I have to conceal the year but don't worry she is not that ancient. Let's call her Ms Tan. Erm... not that Ms Tan which I talked about? (Eliza pause (if you get it, good)) Another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the most Hip and Funky Chinese teacher I have ever seen. But according to her, there are many Hip Chinese teachers these days and that we do not notice them because they are scattered in many different school. It's funny that we have a stereotype on how Chinese teachers look but I have never seen one quite like her. My teachers all had jet black hair and wore simple and plain working clothes. Ms Tan and Chen Feng Ling have smashed my stereotype on how Chinese teachers look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Malacca tomorrow! Happy Birthday Lifang! Good luck Suhan! Happy Birthday ******!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg tarts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28270403-3759771478508752672?l=different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3759771478508752672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28270403&amp;postID=3759771478508752672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3759771478508752672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28270403/posts/default/3759771478508752672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-perception-of-love.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3759771478508752672' title='Malacca'/><author><name>willy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07054617868285364094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
