<?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-5703876</id><updated>2011-08-03T23:40:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a piece of life: jinsei no shizuku</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is all about me, and anything about me. Be prepare to be loaded with lots of food, movies, music, grumbles and even some foul language. This is the place for anyone who knows me, even on the most superficial level. Enjoy and hope you know me better each day. (please adjust your display setting to Unicode)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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>390</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-4367519207091750220</id><published>2010-01-24T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:46:38.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Just Don't Change, Family-wise At Least</title><summary type='text'>The highlight of this weekend is actually watching a very interesting documentary on History, Electric Dreams. Setting a UK family to go through 30 years of technological advancement at home, seeing how they react/relive all these changes (depending on the age group). As years goes by, things we use today will somehow end up in the closet of time, that's the rule of technology. Icons of today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4367519207091750220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4367519207091750220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4367519207091750220' title='Something Just Don&apos;t Change, Family-wise At Least'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2207854421994880816</id><published>2010-01-19T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:16:59.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><summary type='text'>對不起, 妳愛上了一個不擅辭令的小男人.對不起, 這一段我還沒習慣的距離讓我變得很憂心.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2207854421994880816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2207854421994880816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2207854421994880816' title='Sorry'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2286757981873882350</id><published>2010-01-17T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:50:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reputation</title><summary type='text'>Holding that little red passport gives you a lot of access to different country around the world, and this is not a bad feat from a country that resemble a little red dot on the map. Do you know some passport in the world needs visa for almost every country around the world?But what is more important about being an independent Singaporean tourist, is the reputation we earn from hotels or hostels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2286757981873882350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2286757981873882350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2286757981873882350' title='Reputation'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5443296571145266876</id><published>2010-01-08T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:40:20.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still So Blunt</title><summary type='text'>How can I be smarter with my words. I'm always saying the wrong words in the wrong time. What have my social exprience taught me?I'm sorry to you, I don't mean to hurt your mood at the wrong time. If you can't forgive me, no one will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5443296571145266876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5443296571145266876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5443296571145266876' title='Still So Blunt'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6389617195407480114</id><published>2010-01-07T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:23:08.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Done?</title><summary type='text'>Something, some how, I don�t know� I need a place to write it down, I need to. Something is happening, indirectly related to me.  I feel vulnerable, totally. I can�t give her the help she need now, when she need it most. What am I to do? What have I done?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6389617195407480114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6389617195407480114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6389617195407480114' title='What Have I Done?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6938301449047845355</id><published>2009-12-12T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:02:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Difference, Afterall</title><summary type='text'>Like what some people said, the 1st 3 month of a relationship is really the honeymoon period. Everything look good, everything feel good, everything is perfect. However, and as unavoidable as it is, honeymoon will always end, and we have to face up with the reality of life and the difference in thoughts in each of us.Not sure if it is fortunate or not, we are able to see a lot of difference </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6938301449047845355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6938301449047845355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6938301449047845355' title='We&apos;ve Difference, Afterall'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7809542200430644922</id><published>2009-12-03T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:56:26.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Present In Life So Far</title><summary type='text'>28 years old this year finally, many of my age have already gotten a stable career footing, and have even started to upgrade themselves in other professional area. For some, they have already gotten to know that special someone in life that they can see the future together. The day itself is rather normal: get some well wishes on my phone &amp; Facebook, as well as friends in my company; went out for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7809542200430644922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7809542200430644922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7809542200430644922' title='Best Present In Life So Far'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5348043236976182286</id><published>2009-11-22T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:06:03.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always There Is A Fun Way</title><summary type='text'>Just back from AFA09 (those who don't know and not bother by it, don't click on the link), being a full fledge kidult is dangerous for me, as she got a little jumpy about it. I think I better constrain it to just 2 days every year. Like last year, I was there more for the concert than the other attractions (no, I am NOT that intersted in cosplay).One thing about AFA, it's moving from a commercial</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5348043236976182286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5348043236976182286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5348043236976182286' title='Always There Is A Fun Way'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7861368665991705055</id><published>2009-11-13T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:12:13.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Gear</title><summary type='text'>It is often said life�s a journey on a car, speed control is very important. When you see a bend, slowing down in necessary. But as of how you slow down, that�s a skill of its own. For the better half of my life so far, jamming the brake is the only method I know. For those who drive, you will know this is not a good method, and how much it hurts the car�s life. In the case of myself, this will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7861368665991705055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7861368665991705055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7861368665991705055' title='Down Gear'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5781767486779369610</id><published>2009-11-01T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:57:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Future</title><summary type='text'>3 months on, and many more to go. Along the way, I'm reminded of theimportance of looking beyond self, as well as beyond short term plan.Plans made before this relationship started will need to be shelved.Funds will need to be regulated and ways to expand it will need to besort after.This may seems sudden, but this is the reality of things for me. If wewant it to last, plan will definately need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5781767486779369610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5781767486779369610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5781767486779369610' title='For The Future'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5040165274930384559</id><published>2009-10-12T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:31:15.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust You</title><summary type='text'>That�s all I going to say, not only in you going to have the greatest adventure in life, but also every other thing you wish to do. This is because� We will walk this through, together.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5040165274930384559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5040165274930384559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5040165274930384559' title='Trust You'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1153825092984166122</id><published>2009-10-07T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:36:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy/Worry</title><summary type='text'>I've always wished that my partner is someone independent. But I guess I pray too hard this time. When that someone wish to take on a very exotic trip, alone, I'm really quite proud actually. How lucky can I be able to have my partner in life to take on my footstep of going to so many places in the world. How happy should I be knowing that there is someone who will go the distance with me when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1153825092984166122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1153825092984166122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1153825092984166122' title='Happy/Worry'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7387374154268292474</id><published>2009-09-29T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:49:18.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shed It When You Need To</title><summary type='text'>Sometime, you seems to hear the same thing over and over again, and one of those time is in the occasssion you least expected.When some obstacle are too high, and you have almost try too hard till you literally break it down and build more obstacle for yourself, it might be as well just step back a little.Especially when there is only that much time of the day you have to face that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7387374154268292474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7387374154268292474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7387374154268292474' title='Shed It When You Need To'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2844974013727025195</id><published>2009-09-23T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:47:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Just Fall Into Place</title><summary type='text'>We seems to have an interesting way of planning of our time.Suppose we were suppose to go to the Kranji Memorial for photo shot, we ended up going to Kranji Racecourse for the horse racing. We still went to the war memorial afterall, which I do feel something as I too is a soldier in serious sense. But, the way the day started is really interesting.Even when we are about to miss a concert we plan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2844974013727025195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2844974013727025195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2844974013727025195' title='Things Just Fall Into Place'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7543159643084621606</id><published>2009-09-20T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:48:19.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more 1, but 1</title><summary type='text'>When 2 individual gets together, things will never be as simple as before.This is something almost everyone know, but having to takes matters into your own hand, thats another matters altogether. And when I finally gets the chance to do so now, the effort put in is so great that it can crumble either of us.Just take how we normally handle troubled times. We prefer to stuff everything to ourselves</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7543159643084621606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7543159643084621606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7543159643084621606' title='No more 1, but 1'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-714666883935839655</id><published>2009-06-03T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:51:05.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Search?</title><summary type='text'>Not uncommon for enterprise to search for young talents that can lead the company from schools. Student leaders today, often end up being business leader tomorrow. Or is it really true? Can this be achieved by just 3 rounds of test, back by academic and co-curriculum activities achievement? I shan�t comment further.  To be very least, give them a chance to work in the company, let them feel the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/714666883935839655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/714666883935839655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#714666883935839655' title='Talent Search?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-4099558595394898453</id><published>2009-05-09T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:39:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Harder</title><summary type='text'>Meeting up with old friends have never been easy. At our age, we have work to worry, which often tie us down. Then, there�s your other circle of friends, �cos like it or not, each of us have more than one group that we hang out. And the worse, having a girlfriend. So, with this in mind, am I really ready? What happen today on my friends, which one day happen to me also. Not so lucky that I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4099558595394898453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4099558595394898453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4099558595394898453' title='Getting Harder'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8211614496475129371</id><published>2009-04-14T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:08:43.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up</title><summary type='text'>Sometime, or should I say every time, I tends to talk too much.  I tends to forget, we have only 1 mouth, 'cos we are intended to speak less, listen more and observe more. We are meant to talk less, especially for someone like me, who tends to get into trouble with my mouth more than anything. So, with today's incident at work, it's a very good time to remind myself of something very important, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8211614496475129371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8211614496475129371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8211614496475129371' title='Shut Up'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-9052241138504378799</id><published>2009-03-01T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:09:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share</title><summary type='text'>I always wants things to be fair, but there�s no such thing in the world. It�s only a probability. Some will get more but some will get less. But I just don�t seems to understand, and only make things difficult for myself and others. So what if I always get the bigger or better half of thing, does that really means anything? What�s wrong with doing a little more some time? I just don�t understand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/9052241138504378799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/9052241138504378799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#9052241138504378799' title='Share'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2172453049123327105</id><published>2009-02-16T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:34:57.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Hate</title><summary type='text'>I love coffee more than anything in the world. I'm the sort who is willing to travel far and low just to enjoy a sip of excellent coffee. But, it's my biggest enemy. Say, like yesterday, had a sumptuous dinner, and you want to wash it down with a cup of coffee. You dilute it to 1/5, thinking that it will still works well for the stomach, and that only. Then you realise that your heart is still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2172453049123327105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2172453049123327105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2172453049123327105' title='Love &amp;amp; Hate'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6630273917344646448</id><published>2009-02-14T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:44:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probability</title><summary type='text'>How likely is it for me to read a book, just because sai lou decide to recommend it to me? How likely for him to have a roommate who is as twisted as him in terms of books? How likely we meet people who share such great similarity as us in our daily life?  How likely for us to be in that circumstances in the first place? How likely was it for us human to be around this little planet in the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6630273917344646448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6630273917344646448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6630273917344646448' title='Probability'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8243843420407190741</id><published>2009-01-20T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:47:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Road Ahead</title><summary type='text'>To me, the year only start when Lunar New Year comes and goes. Some how, when I finally see the red packets (of which will get smaller this year), and all the HK people of which I don't really have much interest of seeing, then I feel a new year has begun. And this year, it's especially so. Due to budget constrain, I don't have any driving lesson till next month, way after New Year. And when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8243843420407190741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8243843420407190741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8243843420407190741' title='Interesting Road Ahead'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8143764164155670847</id><published>2008-12-27T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:17:50.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value The Whole</title><summary type='text'>This is a reminder for myself. Value the fact that I have a wholesome family I can depends on. While the broken ones do breed the strong, I must be content that I have more than someone to fall back on.  Value this I must, and pass it to my children, and their children.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8143764164155670847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8143764164155670847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8143764164155670847' title='Value The Whole'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-4910554429418576105</id><published>2008-12-20T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:22:57.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do It My Way</title><summary type='text'>4 month into working, lots of advice from a lot of people, but somehow, I am not sticking to my own principle in life already. This have to stop. Do things my way, the right way, the hardworking way, the righteous way, the truthful way, the focus way.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4910554429418576105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4910554429418576105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4910554429418576105' title='Do It My Way'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1894224031520248439</id><published>2008-12-14T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:09:29.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's The Creator?</title><summary type='text'>I was at Japanese Media Arts Festival in Singapore 2008 today (by myself, alone, only 1 person, among a lot of young couples, etc) and there's this one exhibit that kept me looking it for the whole half hour.   The piece is know as The Archangel. It compose of parts inspired by traditional Japanese puppet, animal, insects and of course, the angel. While others just see it as an art piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1894224031520248439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1894224031520248439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1894224031520248439' title='Who&amp;#39;s The Creator?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1550172048270303027</id><published>2008-12-03T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:45:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3x3x3</title><summary type='text'>OK, I'm 27 today, a nice multiple of 3, cube of 3.  Quite special this year, I have received the smallest ever birthday present from lou ma zi, just 20 bucks for the routine. On the contrary, I've gotten myself some over-priced CD because HMV suddenly decide to sell them cheaper by 1/3 all of a sudden. At work, I got some more figurines to doll up my desk, totalising to a number 3 at the small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1550172048270303027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1550172048270303027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1550172048270303027' title='3x3x3'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7569647644863873770</id><published>2008-11-23T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:09:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Tell You Why I Have Such A Dream</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm a kidult, someone who collect toys like a hobby, something most people of my age don't do enthusiastically. You may want to see my latest post on KAge. But anyone care to know why? Say, 20 years back, sometime before the final examination, I got all my toys thrown away. Toys like Marcross (the space vessel itself), some Saint Seiya figures, some other toys that can fetch big bucks today,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7569647644863873770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7569647644863873770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7569647644863873770' title='Let Me Tell You Why I Have Such A Dream'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8182839469255974427</id><published>2008-11-05T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:56:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk: Wait and See</title><summary type='text'>I must say, my boss during my Beijing days were really very understanding ones, they have taught me some of the most important management lessons in life. However, not everyone every where has such privilege, and the fortune is turned for me now. Handling you boss can be tough, even tougher when it's a job you yearn to work for more than 6 months.  My current job requires me to report not one, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8182839469255974427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8182839469255974427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8182839469255974427' title='Risk: Wait and See'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2389410531978151571</id><published>2008-11-02T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:07:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is On Who's side?</title><summary type='text'>A lot time I have not been sprinkling anything here, like my life have really become a puddle of stagnant water. But I guess not. Like a mirror, my life is mirroring that of many others recently: I'm busy with work, squeezing time out only for a bit of gaming and rest; I've started to learn driving, realising I should make use of the resource at home; a new receptionist has popped into my company</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2389410531978151571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2389410531978151571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2389410531978151571' title='Time Is On Who&amp;#39;s side?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8567102308448605678</id><published>2008-09-28T08:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:16:24.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughable</title><summary type='text'>First post written on my new laptop, a hefty 3k I spent on it, and I am enjoying every cent I pumped my account into it. I shan't go on more on how powerful it is, but more importantly, I am going to talk about what I saw for the journey to buy this weapon of choice ('cos I buy it for playing Musou Online after all). As usual, I took the train down, and it is one of the most entertaining things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8567102308448605678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8567102308448605678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8567102308448605678' title='Laughable'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6862702712049816933</id><published>2008-09-14T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:15:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is But a Party</title><summary type='text'>Came back from MISIA's concert last night. It was so good, I was like attending a great party. The 100 bucks I spent worth every single cent. And after seeing lou ma zi talking as loud as her usual self, I realise life is pretty much like a party. You dance, you enjoy yourself, but still there's a limit. So, you take a rest, straighten up your clothes, freshen up yourself, and pop yourself in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6862702712049816933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6862702712049816933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6862702712049816933' title='Life Is But a Party'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1662870999528814435</id><published>2008-08-28T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:44:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Thing for Other's Choice</title><summary type='text'>You know what, every time I chance upon someone whom I think suit me, it always ended to be someone else's special someone. It happened once during NS, it happened again during my internship in Beijing, and so was it during my final year. And up to this point of life, it is still happening this way.  What is the fucking wrong with me? Why am I aiming on all the wrong things, especially other's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1662870999528814435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1662870999528814435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1662870999528814435' title='I Have a Thing for Other&amp;#39;s Choice'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2608347390611381929</id><published>2008-08-14T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:22:33.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushing</title><summary type='text'>My life in NTU would not have been so interesting, if not that I've got into a school club that I can truly enjoy and showcase my talent. But that is not going to happen for the case of sai lou. Under the new hostel allocation system, being executive members in a lot of minor school clubs will not be able to stay in hall. In another words, it really make no point joining non-hall related, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2608347390611381929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2608347390611381929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2608347390611381929' title='Crushing'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1109184565631731967</id><published>2008-08-04T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:58:01.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Close</title><summary type='text'>First day of work, still in a stage of familiarisation with my working environment, seeing things people won't normally see each day, or some time never get to see it in their life-time. All the heat, all the molten metal, and exploding metals, this is the closest thing you can get for a volcano, in the comfort of an air-conditioned controlled room. My senior in the company call it the perk of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1109184565631731967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1109184565631731967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1109184565631731967' title='Not Quite Close'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2468673740693870194</id><published>2008-08-01T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:42:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand X Loyalty</title><summary type='text'>I was shopping with my Japanese friends whom I met 2 years ago, and here again for exchange, at Mustaffa yesterday. They wanted to visit Little India, mostly for Cheese Prata. At the 24-hr department store, they were searching for a small alarm clock. A few brand were there, the usual Japanese brands, and some never before heard about fake Japanese brand. The important thing is that, the usual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2468673740693870194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2468673740693870194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2468673740693870194' title='Brand X Loyalty'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6269063510593273883</id><published>2008-07-25T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:36:21.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Upward Thrust, Just Like Iron Man</title><summary type='text'>Today was my convocation at NTU. This day on, I am only an alumni and not a student in this great institute that had gave me the 1st ticket to the real world I will need to face to the end of time. And the world has started to unfold on me already. 2 days, I accepted the offer from NatSteel, former Singapore-owned, now under the Tata group of India. From this on, I will be working under the top </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6269063510593273883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6269063510593273883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6269063510593273883' title='An Upward Thrust, Just Like Iron Man'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5788137213157029714</id><published>2008-07-19T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:22:29.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Better I Keep Here Not Up to Date, Sometime</title><summary type='text'>It have almost been a month seen I last wrote anything here. Not much of a reason, just nothing much to write about the life of an job-awaiting. I don't want to write anything that may not be fulfilling itself yet. But why suddenly decide to write now? lou ma zi's problem, the breast cancer problem. It's seems that some white spots have been discovered on her recent check-up.  But then again, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5788137213157029714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5788137213157029714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5788137213157029714' title='It&amp;#39;s Better I Keep Here Not Up to Date, Sometime'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6540489659039285027</id><published>2008-06-25T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:43:40.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Take 1 to lead to 2</title><summary type='text'>Having my lunch at Gloria Jean's after my interview with this Japanese job agency downtown. In the short 45 min or so, I was being asked about my interest for 2 positions in total, 2 of which overseas, and 2 locally. And it all started after a sudden telephone call which I ended up speaking in Japanese for almost 20min, less than 6 hour after I applied for one of the local position the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6540489659039285027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6540489659039285027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6540489659039285027' title='It Take 1 to lead to 2'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7860690248039221551</id><published>2008-06-21T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:00:16.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Trap by Only Yourself</title><summary type='text'>I don't do a post using an anime normally, 'cos this ain't one of those otaku blog. But this is one interesting episode that will really bring you to ponder about something in life.  Online Videos by Veoh.com Sometime, we faces barrier, but is it really one? Who set it? It's you yourself who is blocking your own way. If you just take the plunge, you would have been freed already. But frankly, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7860690248039221551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7860690248039221551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7860690248039221551' title='You Are Trap by Only Yourself'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5587969584356789543</id><published>2008-06-16T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:31:11.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will You Say</title><summary type='text'>Imagine, you are to be gone in the next month, what will you say to the world? Here is one:   No death, no grieve, just lessons to living the most out of your dreams. How many of you out there can do so? To my family, this is very real. lou ma zi has breast cancer, this will mean anyone else in the family are just susceptible to having this as the end of the road.  But what is more important is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5587969584356789543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5587969584356789543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5587969584356789543' title='What Will You Say'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5857031206522977543</id><published>2008-06-09T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:14:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Never</title><summary type='text'>There is something that is always this way, and never the other way, especially in every In-Camp Training for National Service. Some people always get things done on time, while some people never move their butt even to the last minute. Those people you are always with, will never mix with those you just can't stand yourself. There is always a better solution, but it will never be used. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5857031206522977543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5857031206522977543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5857031206522977543' title='Always Never'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5276372325202117277</id><published>2008-05-19T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:24:14.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes A Little More Time To Test Your Patience</title><summary type='text'>When 2 person fall in love, they often see the brighter side of each other. Everything is good, even digging your nose. But as they know each other longer, things change, even a simple brush of hair can be irritating.  And if they start living together, things can turn to another end. This will be a problem for my future spouse also. I tends to have a hot and shot temper, and I don't normally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5276372325202117277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5276372325202117277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5276372325202117277' title='It Takes A Little More Time To Test Your Patience'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7359492039037108420</id><published>2008-05-16T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:17:26.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride &amp; Perishing Lives</title><summary type='text'>Disasters struck in 2 places I had travelled to during my undergrad years, Myanmar and China. Almost 3 weeks had past, the situation in Myanmar is still not looking good. All the fund raising done overseas, all the relieve materials, all these are not really getting to the people that are affected. In China, the quake had destroyed the main access to the affected area, and the rescue is slow down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7359492039037108420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7359492039037108420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7359492039037108420' title='Pride &amp;amp; Perishing Lives'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2172868088346905387</id><published>2008-05-07T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:56:08.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Away</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I am officially jobless. I made my choice to not go into the semi-conductor industry, and I am the 50% of the cohort that is not getting a job. But, I am not going to moan about it. Life is reaching a new stage, and it can be just be as simple as changing from spectacle to contact lens. It may take time to get used to it, but eventually, you will, and you just have to commit to it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2172868088346905387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2172868088346905387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2172868088346905387' title='Smile Away'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1282779621477243264</id><published>2008-04-29T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:02:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Closing In</title><summary type='text'>OK, last paper was finally over less than 3 hours ago, and I'm writingmy last post here as a undergrad (the next time i write anything, itwould be after my presentation).To conclude, having a last paper that is open book &amp; MCQ, it reallykills the tension.How bad? This bad:- went club on last Thurs- drink something that is 58% alcohol, and go on for more beer on topof the lawn of School of Arts, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1282779621477243264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1282779621477243264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1282779621477243264' title='While I&apos;m Closing In'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7975151701537693659</id><published>2008-04-21T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:29:11.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the Media doing?</title><summary type='text'>Last corner of the F1 race I call exam, and I really want to spend a moment on the Tibet issue. The root to this issue still revolves around the age old conflict of the East and West, the general understanding between the common people of both major culture group around the world. The culprit? Media. When CNN, BBC, etc reported the event of Tibet riot, they took picture from Nepal's unrest. One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7975151701537693659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7975151701537693659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7975151701537693659' title='What is the Media doing?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/wing.0.a/SAxeZbq0uYI/AAAAAAAAAao/bsWWUPuhc0E/s72-c/untitled_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2421927983008637161</id><published>2008-04-01T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:04:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Sure This Is Not an April Fool Joke?</title><summary type='text'>Check my school e-mail just now, and I received the following letter from the school: (the bold + bracket words are my comment)  1 April 2008 To: Staff and Students OPENING OF EATERY OUTLETS AT NEW ADMIN CLUSTER BUILDING With the completion of the new Admin Cluster building next to LT 1A, we are pleased to inform you that the following eatery outlets will be operational progressively from 7 April</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2421927983008637161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2421927983008637161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2421927983008637161' title='Are You Sure This Is Not an April Fool Joke?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-4272387119954658734</id><published>2008-03-25T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:13:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Feeling IT</title><summary type='text'>Was browsing the Net when I came across some local anime-bloggers' review on movie version of EVANGELION that is being shown in local cinema recently.  And after editing the blog post on the movie of my friend from Japan (in Chinese, he is trying very hard to learn that), All the more I wanted to rush down this week or next week or anytime before it ends its show reel in Singapore. However, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4272387119954658734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4272387119954658734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4272387119954658734' title='Finally Feeling IT'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-3105209195741828988</id><published>2008-03-24T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:36:38.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Along the Way to The Last Mark of this Race</title><summary type='text'> After rushing in and out of the school's printing room for almost 10 times, and spending a total of 40+ (inclusive of wrong print), I finally submitted Final Year Project report to both my examiner and supervisor. Along the way to this day, I think I had slightly less than expected of working time spent on it as I would expected. It starts from 2 weeks ago, after I got back my report from my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3105209195741828988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3105209195741828988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3105209195741828988' title='Along the Way to The Last Mark of this Race'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2208185844047670910</id><published>2008-03-18T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:22:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Chicken Fingers: Chicken Brain as well</title><summary type='text'>I had never been a person of nimble fingers. Bad handling, clumsiness, etc, are some of the things people will associate me to once they got to know me better.But never had been a long-period of intense major accident-prone days, until recently.1st, if you have noticed, I had broke a brand new soy-sauce bottle the 1st night it was back in my hall. As a result, I am not stuck with a ugly, plastic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2208185844047670910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2208185844047670910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2208185844047670910' title='Not Just Chicken Fingers: Chicken Brain as well'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7502143874481851907</id><published>2008-03-14T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:37:40.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Friend</title><summary type='text'>By right, this week should still be a busy week for me, editing my final draft of my Final Year Project. But somehow, I was too fast in working on it, and I managed to take my eyes off it and write here again.And in doing so, I got a pleasant surprise from the beautiful stranger I met back in Beijing.Admist reading her blog, I read that she is planning to come over to visit Singapore during May, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7502143874481851907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7502143874481851907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7502143874481851907' title='Beautiful Friend'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1820916815658660930</id><published>2008-03-09T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:41:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch It Off</title><summary type='text'>In the age of technology, everyone has a handphone, it just make everyone connected to anyone, anytime, anywhere.Or is it not?I was watching a stand-up comic by Hong Kong veteran comedian Michael Hui with my family tonight. The first topic I catched was the issue of handphone. Yes, it is such a nice thing to have for couple, but it actually kills the romantic part of dating. Now that people can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1820916815658660930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1820916815658660930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1820916815658660930' title='Switch It Off'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5915287135314178850</id><published>2008-03-06T13:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:19:14.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Good Album</title><summary type='text'>After clearing the first draft of my report, I'm finally back on track in terms of life. I have the time to prepare my lesson before classes, and now, finally to write something about the music I like.I came across Joanna Wong after seeing her perform with her father (the producer of S.H.E.'s album) on the popular 康熙来了(as seen below). Joanna is only 20, but like the case of Nakashima Mika, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5915287135314178850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5915287135314178850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5915287135314178850' title='One Good Album'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6736865575695122065</id><published>2008-02-25T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:24:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting</title><summary type='text'>For the past 2 weeks, up till today, my life is about writing report, writing report, and writing report... nah.... but at least the main bulk of life that is.The last holiday of my uni life have started, and the deadline of the report is this Friday, so, really gotta rush. Fortunately, I got it done as planned today, and allow some time for my mentor to look through before I submit for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6736865575695122065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6736865575695122065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6736865575695122065' title='Reporting'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7554002304036019065</id><published>2008-02-12T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:46:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Sabotaged My Interview</title><summary type='text'>Met the 2nd person who got it to Toshiba's 3rd round of interview, one who is even clueless that the Japan trip is totally sponsered.  In all, this make it a 2 out of 3 other people I know who got the job.And the biggest revalation is how I screwed up my interview.All the 3 aquintance I knew, brought along a laptop to help them in the 2nd round, something I did not, and I regretted it very much.I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7554002304036019065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7554002304036019065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7554002304036019065' title='How I Sabotaged My Interview'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2965212850152111947</id><published>2008-02-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:01:24.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Square-1, hopefully a Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>1 week has passed after my second round interview with Toshiba. Some of my aquintance had already got their call for thrid round already. So, I guess I am rejected after all.This mean, my shortcut to fufilling my dream is trampled on.Then again in less than 1 Chinese hour's time, it will be the new Lunar year. Many horoscopic programme and speculation has said that I will be on a run of love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2965212850152111947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2965212850152111947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2965212850152111947' title='Back to Square-1, hopefully a Happy New Year'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-219269994872867253</id><published>2008-01-29T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:20:44.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Regret?</title><summary type='text'>I dropped by my lab, and try my luck to find my mentor to ask her about FYP, after my 2nd round of interview with Toshiba.The interview was good, 2 sessions, while 1 even mention the possible scenario of working in broad daylight in Malaysia, the other one ended with the interview commenting "not bad" in Japanese.Back at the lab, my mentor was already don't know how many miles away in China </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/219269994872867253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/219269994872867253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#219269994872867253' title='Will I Regret?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5372392139663273487</id><published>2008-01-16T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:54:45.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some How, It will works in My Way</title><summary type='text'>Doing experiment and sample in lab is a boring matter, and you can't wait to move on to the next activity of the day.And some how, it seems to move on with what ever you have in mind.Say today morning, I had 2 hour to finish one set of sample, and when I see that it was less than 1/2 hour left for my sample to reach the desired temperature,  around 60 degree more to go, I start to worry if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5372392139663273487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5372392139663273487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5372392139663273487' title='Some How, It will works in My Way'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7739070256966192187</id><published>2008-01-09T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:56:56.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Is Our Turn?</title><summary type='text'>Saw this article after my interview with Toshiba today:http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/lifestylenews/view/321516/1/.html.Soon to be a material engineer proper, and specialise in plastic, I really can't help to think of the harm some of my predessor had done on the environment, rather than the convenience the invention of cheap plastic had brought along. When things get cheap, people no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7739070256966192187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7739070256966192187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7739070256966192187' title='When Is Our Turn?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5115989680956089277</id><published>2008-01-02T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:50:23.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of Last</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year to all, this year which mark the final year of mycampus life has started. And I decide to start with what I missedevery year, the outdoor countdown with my friends. Seeing a fireworksthat is grander than National Day is definitely a blasting start. Ialso go on to receiving exchange student at their hall, and whilewaiting, i wrote this post, which is why There's noparagraph for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5115989680956089277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5115989680956089277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5115989680956089277' title='1st of Last'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8962381035779292153</id><published>2007-12-22T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:09:16.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0th Step to Dream Come True</title><summary type='text'>FYP FYP and FYP. That's the only other things other than MMORPG, PS2, and a few other means of leisure I have in this last and final school holiday of my life.Nothing really to look forward to in terms of the first pace of the holiday.Not until my 1st successful interview appointment, and it is from Toshiba, the dream job of working in Japan.Honestly, I am sure I am shortlisted not because of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8962381035779292153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8962381035779292153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8962381035779292153' title='0th Step to Dream Come True'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2725957751583819820</id><published>2007-12-08T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:48:23.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Fun Working</title><summary type='text'>26th Birthday for me is nothing special, but instead, I attended my friend's 21st birthday party last night, together with a new friend of mine, a young lady from Scotland. She also helped me in choosing the present for the birthday girl.Side tracking aside.Yesterday was also me resuming my once active part-time job of tour-guide to Japanese high/middle school student.The pay is OK, but if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2725957751583819820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2725957751583819820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2725957751583819820' title='Have Fun Working'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7815447513077176876</id><published>2007-11-30T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:12:08.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More = Less</title><summary type='text'>Joined Facebook recently.It is like another Friendster, only more fun-filled/addicting features such as games, games, and more games. With this sort of features, I am not surpirsed it is the latest work-time waster in the recent months in US.But, on-looking at the huge list of friends you may have, other than those overseas, how many you actually manage to say 'hi' in real-life everyday.Do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7815447513077176876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7815447513077176876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7815447513077176876' title='More = Less'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2342598686750519087</id><published>2007-11-27T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:22:41.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Highground</title><summary type='text'>Straight after my last paper yesterday, I'm back at Singapore NationalEyes Centre to further check on my blurred vision. What a great way to start my last true school holiday. And right now, I'm actually sitting at the cafe writing this blog onmy phone, all in the name to save a few bucks, as suggested by my eyedoctor. Trust me, I am in good this time. In a time where everyone is telling any body</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2342598686750519087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2342598686750519087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2342598686750519087' title='Moral Highground'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1584177089587833833</id><published>2007-11-14T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:37:20.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Life</title><summary type='text'>One down, 3 more to go for this semester.But I know some people who have close to none after next week. In the meantime, they will still be going for trips, meeting up with friends, etc.And that's the life of exchange student.There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. When I was doing my internship in Beijing, I was either travelling, shopping, if not staying in front of my laptop watching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1584177089587833833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1584177089587833833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1584177089587833833' title='Different Life'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2950048852263958809</id><published>2007-10-27T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:07:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish it did not stop there</title><summary type='text'>Exam in a month's time, so Friday night is spent in hall, trying my best to do some revision.But tonight, it is one that I will not forget quite soon.Just now, suddenly my room's door open, and pop in a girl, whom I have never met before. She's not like very cute, but her flaws are well covered by her un-removed make-up.She must have gone into the wrong room by mistake, and the very next moment, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2950048852263958809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2950048852263958809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2950048852263958809' title='How I wish it did not stop there'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-3487888158804232939</id><published>2007-10-22T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:50:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Bonding</title><summary type='text'>After gu je visited us last week, this weekend is about some father &amp; son bonding.Though we missed the Oktoberfest bier (i am using German) at Paulaner Brahaus, and despite having to work next day, lou dao,  sai lou and me went down there for a drink. 3x 1L of German dark beer each, and the 3 of us actually took a taxi back home after that.But the process of reaching there from City Hall MRT led </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3487888158804232939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3487888158804232939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3487888158804232939' title='Weekend of Bonding'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-4240424614836298302</id><published>2007-10-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:49:01.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional ID</title><summary type='text'>I was Singapore General Hospital for my eyes' check up. While there isn't much immediate complication the eye infection, it was noted that my eyes have something peculiar. This means I will need to go back there for another round of check up, the very next day after my last paper this semster.But that is not I really want to talk about.While I was taking my lunch and roaming around the hospital, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4240424614836298302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4240424614836298302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4240424614836298302' title='Professional ID'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8918989734610510587</id><published>2007-10-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:03:42.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2000</title><summary type='text'>This is a ordinary number, 20x100 = 20x20 = 2000x1.But if we put the word 'generations' after the number, it has the strongest message in the world that, if all of us understand, could end all racial prejudice.2000 generation ago, we, be it Asian, Caucasian, Indian, Aboringnal, Native American, etc, etc, etc, etc... came from a group of early human beings that made their journey to Central Asia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8918989734610510587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8918989734610510587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8918989734610510587' title='2000'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1230959891374181679</id><published>2007-10-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:33:07.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, where should I start...?</title><summary type='text'>Last week was the short-lived ressess week, and the first time in 4 years in NTU that I actually stayed over in the hall during ressess week for more than 3 days. But than again, it's still better than no break in between, like what happens in NUS.So, let's see, where should I start?Monday to Wednesday, more black powder synthesis, and after further discussion with my mentor, I realise that even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1230959891374181679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1230959891374181679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1230959891374181679' title='Now, where should I start...?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1464058123992283228</id><published>2007-09-26T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:56:12.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karada wo kiwotsukette</title><summary type='text'>My comarade in NUS got a bad cut a few weeks back, which worsen to serious infection. Till now, he is still wheelchair bound.To make matter worse, NUS is more notablely known as the National University of Stairs.And as we all know, Singapore is not much of a disabled friendly environment to be living in. Being wheelchair bound not only create a lot of physical barrier, also as the amount of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1464058123992283228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1464058123992283228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1464058123992283228' title='karada wo kiwotsukette'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7299559097780920511</id><published>2007-09-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:55:49.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Roller Coaster</title><summary type='text'>2 week missing from here, not hard for you all to guess why.Being a final year student is finally creeping me now. Last week was a week of quiz, which means I will need to prepare myself the week before that already.However, immediately during the weekend, I will infuse myself in a life of games and fun. Even I will have a project report this coming Wednesday, I went for KTV with the Japanese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7299559097780920511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7299559097780920511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7299559097780920511' title='Life on Roller Coaster'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7827421976804961925</id><published>2007-09-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:10:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress or Bugged?</title><summary type='text'>This August/September seems to be a season of bad flu for a lot of people.I got it and only recovered last week; lou dao and lou ma zi have been taking medcine for the 2nd week already, and lou ma zi was still coughing like mad on Sunday; a lot of people on MSN have their MSN nick stating they are down with some sort of flu or bad sore throat.Then I just read the news, God of Cantopop, Jacky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7827421976804961925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7827421976804961925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7827421976804961925' title='Stress or Bugged?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1028488623279325330</id><published>2007-08-30T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:22:18.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夏祭り’０７~ End &amp; Begin</title><summary type='text'>I go for the event every year ever since I join Japanese Appreciation Club (less last year when I was in Beijing), and I enjoy myself every years, without fail.But why only write about it until today when it was on last Saturday: the photo.Not matter how much I enjoy it, there is nothing much more than to show it on the photo. And this year, I am very fortunate that sai lou is with me, as he is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1028488623279325330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1028488623279325330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1028488623279325330' title='夏祭り’０７~ End &amp; Begin'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_6SqOMbRR5q8/RtaKuv_Qg0I/AAAAAAAAANU/ULhH2qs_iPo/s72-c/00810019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-3275438826503257904</id><published>2007-08-28T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:59:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBS Colony</title><summary type='text'>Internet Bulletin Board Script (BBS) these days is a place where colonies of forumist gather, share their love of certain interest, but rarely on a international basis. Even the main-lander and Hong Konger don't share a forum.But for me, it is just one of those things that waste my time in hall, or past my weekend faster.When come to ACG, main-lander fans can be proud fanatics. They will look out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3275438826503257904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3275438826503257904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3275438826503257904' title='BBS Colony'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8069419366530940183</id><published>2007-08-22T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:40:52.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Overseas-Singaporean Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>I realise I have been making a lot of comment on ugly things Singaporean do lately, and it could be due to me leading a short overseas life.I am, to begin with, being sick and tired of some of the things Singaporean does in their life: the inconsideration, the ignorance, the non-chalance, etc. But I was just leaving with it, like this is the way human beings behave in general.But not after I came</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8069419366530940183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8069419366530940183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8069419366530940183' title='Angry Overseas-Singaporean Syndrome'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-4302927106625042755</id><published>2007-08-22T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:03:05.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media serving People</title><summary type='text'>Finally, the media is doing its, at least online:http://asia.cnet.com/blogs/rehashplus/post.htm?id=63000177All the evidence of the dim-wit business man is recorded, published, and made know to the rest of the world.Shame on you.But all the more, Lion City is not a place for revolution:http://odex-rebellion.blogspot.com/So much for media effort by the Chinese newspaper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4302927106625042755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/4302927106625042755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4302927106625042755' title='Media serving People'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2364025774079578157</id><published>2007-08-16T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:36:39.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Odex</title><summary type='text'>I had once said that local 'entrepeur' do not how to run their business, and it has just spread to the anime sector: Odex. The sole (literally) distributor of Japanese animation had sued and fined a dozen of illegal downloader, without pirior warning letter.The dumb boss of the company even have to guts to say he himself is a fan of the Japan sub-culture, when he just angered the better half of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2364025774079578157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2364025774079578157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2364025774079578157' title='Suicidal Odex'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8605409012392312076</id><published>2007-08-14T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:04:02.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstab</title><summary type='text'>People say campus life can be quite real, and it can really be.I was doing my booth for my school activities yesterday and today. Due to bad management, we were put in a rather obscure spot to begin with.We surived the 1st day with less than 1/2 of targetted new member.Come today, all of a sudden, these group of corkster from NTU Motoring Club appear out of no where, set up their table, and block</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8605409012392312076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8605409012392312076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8605409012392312076' title='Backstab'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6974893830957885731</id><published>2007-08-12T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:40:43.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><summary type='text'>I know it's a bit late...I actually decide to write something about it, more or less because I went off to watch the firework display from afar at the Padang, with the 2 Taiwanese exchange student, and their local friends.Though I see fireworks every year at the comfort of my own balcony, there is nothing like the atmosphere over at the place itself.And I feel very fortunate.In Taiwan, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6974893830957885731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6974893830957885731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6974893830957885731' title='National Day'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-3899355783431904093</id><published>2007-08-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:45:44.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Different?</title><summary type='text'>New semester start, and sai lou is my room-mate. Expect no less vulgarity in the room in the coming months. orzAnyway, hall life is not only new for him but also some of the visiting student.Just last week, I helped out in leading trip to downtown with the exchange student, among them are two gals from Taiwan. Getting used to the life here is not going to be a hard one, since we do speak similar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3899355783431904093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/3899355783431904093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3899355783431904093' title='Are We Different?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8430843970271435400</id><published>2007-07-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:53:29.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 HK-Cantonese = 3 Market</title><summary type='text'>Finally after 7 whole years, I met up with my kindergarten friend and 1st HKer friend in here, all at one goes. It is a gathering we had plan since CNY this year.We used to see each other at least once a year, be it X'Mas or CNY, but some adult problem made that not quite possible anymore. But I am gald we still maintain our friendship of say... 23 and 16 years respectively (^_^!!!The evening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8430843970271435400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8430843970271435400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8430843970271435400' title='3 HK-Cantonese = 3 Market'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7488712449756644568</id><published>2007-07-21T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:46:35.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Funny Sheep Movie</title><summary type='text'>Not going to rant about the in-camp. Scums will only grow up to become older scums. That's all I going to say.Instead, I am going to do review of the movie I watched last night during night-off.Too bored and fustrated to stay in the dumbass army camp, I went off the nearest mall to watch movie. Initially wanted to watch the latest Harry movie, but timing didn't worked for me. Finally, I choosed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7488712449756644568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7488712449756644568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7488712449756644568' title='Bloody Funny Sheep Movie'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-34888860744295043</id><published>2007-07-07T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:28:55.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><summary type='text'>Wrote the following for my MMORPG faction, I am not sure it make any sense to you, but I do feel this is the minimal:Before joining *************, I would like to bring your attention to the following more serious house rule of the faction: Respect1. Respect other players’ right: do not perform unnecessary kill steal (KS) unless otherwise explainable, i.e. when advancing through the field; not to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/34888860744295043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/34888860744295043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#34888860744295043' title='Respect'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8649971255606348162</id><published>2007-06-28T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:22:21.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World of Difference</title><summary type='text'>3rd day into my temp job with WACE2007 crew, catch up with the ever helpful lady who had taken care of us in Beijing away in NTU, and meet up with a Hong Kong girl who choose an extraordinary path of working in Singaore.That's aside, what is more important is the difference in people from all around the world I have seen.As usual, the Western world is the best people to serve. They can be fake in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8649971255606348162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8649971255606348162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8649971255606348162' title='A World of Difference'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-1872372974259183109</id><published>2007-06-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:19:16.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No-Life</title><summary type='text'>Since I started a new MMORPG again, I led a boring life style of gaming till lou dao come back, as I am using his laptop.Life in gaming world is boring cycle of quest, training, and more training. So many resort to do this through other means. Be it using home-made programme, or outsource to third world or developing country, these are all illegal means that not only harm the gaming company, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1872372974259183109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/1872372974259183109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1872372974259183109' title='No-Life'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-6008081993673610521</id><published>2007-06-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:09:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic Taste</title><summary type='text'>Actually, last weekend should be a nice one, if not spoilt by my temper. My family went out to the all-new, Swiss-owned Marche at Vivo City.lou ma zi saw the managers buying stuff at the kitchen store, so from that point on, we know the original Swiss owners means business, ready to back up the brand name the group behind Heeran and Vilage had spoilt over the past few years.In case you all do not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6008081993673610521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/6008081993673610521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6008081993673610521' title='Nostalgic Taste'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8657357233627111847</id><published>2007-06-10T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:56:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curb My Temper, NOW</title><summary type='text'>Till now, I finally realise what is wrong with me all this while. It is not about my look, nor my heart, that have me being single out till now.My temper.Short it is, irritated by the smallest thing at home. Often times I can curb it down outside, but in my most personal time at home, in front of my family, I just lose it.Just tonight, I was being a total idiot when setting up the Setup box for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8657357233627111847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8657357233627111847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8657357233627111847' title='Curb My Temper, NOW'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-152431808376603662</id><published>2007-06-01T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:55:14.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I handle It?</title><summary type='text'>Everyday, parents travel with their young children, and these little angels are often pettie deveil in diguse.They don't sit properly, talk at the top of their voice, running in the train/bus, etc, etc. They have unlimited tricks up their sleeves, and never fails to irritates the people around them.Except their own parents.I see this mother could just sit there staring in the blank, when his kids</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/152431808376603662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/152431808376603662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#152431808376603662' title='Can I handle It?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8442242927446443477</id><published>2007-05-29T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:50:49.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day sai-lou Came Back</title><summary type='text'>Yes, he finished his Euro-trip, with only 4 piece of Vienca confectionary as souvienr for us.But I think the day itself is more interesting than him coming back.On my way back to lab, there's this PRC student approached me on which stop to get off the bus. Quite normal actually, but not till she asked if I am from mainland. My days in Beijing really had deep impact on me already.Lunch time, asked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8442242927446443477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8442242927446443477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8442242927446443477' title='The Day sai-lou Came Back'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-2034587281744791176</id><published>2007-05-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:23:20.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Franchise = Entrepeurship?</title><summary type='text'>One thing I hate about local business world is the embracing of franchise. As long as some Tom, Dick and Harry is moving his business to franchise, he is like the top story on papers, like some superstars on the gossip pages.The problem is, often times it starts to franchise, which is very common among F&amp;B, the quality goes down the drain.In the so-called entrepeurs' mindset, to franchise is to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2034587281744791176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/2034587281744791176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2034587281744791176' title='Franchise = Entrepeurship?'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8911430251659184980</id><published>2007-05-19T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:49:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year</title><summary type='text'>And so, she will be leaving in less than 10 hours, and we are still at where we left off.   This time, she will be away for more than 1 year, as she's going for internship under AISEC programme. She will only come back to Singapore to continue her bond after that.    However, I did not even got the chance to bid her a proper farewell. Can't contact her on MSN, nor her phone. Though I may still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8911430251659184980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8911430251659184980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8911430251659184980' title='1 year'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-5233615442863725805</id><published>2007-05-13T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:14:09.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma-Cha Day</title><summary type='text'>Hell lot of people celebrate Mother's Day. I sort of did it this year, but the money comes from her instead.    The thing is, we went out to Liang Court/Mediya today, and it is a situ I will really ma-cha today.   For the first time in my life, Liang Court's carpark exit is filled up by cars. The whole street out to the main street was jammed. The reasons are rather simple: 1) Audio House is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5233615442863725805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/5233615442863725805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5233615442863725805' title='Ma-Cha Day'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8098096645724105460</id><published>2007-05-09T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:36:13.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mezzaluna</title><summary type='text'>It's Mother's Day this weekend, and after so many years, I decided to get lou ma zi something. After hearing her yearning for a mezzaluna (as shown above), that she saw Nigella Lawson use till so song on TV, I plan to get here just that.Originally, I plan to fork out my own money and give her a surprise. But, I am so bad at keeping secret from her, that I told her about my idea during lunch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8098096645724105460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8098096645724105460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8098096645724105460' title='Mezzaluna'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_6SqOMbRR5q8/RkGmbOqfnII/AAAAAAAAAMI/bCBM7XBXJMo/s72-c/Snap041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7867832281143201255</id><published>2007-05-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:03:20.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Break</title><summary type='text'>Exam over, ICT in 2 month's time (FXXX), start training up bod, etc. This is hte gist of this holiday should be.But I am trying to make it more interesting.Went for a job interview, to teach kids in some workshop, but didn't got it. I am really a rookie compared to the rest of the interviewee, all done some kind of proper teaching before.And since my prof for my FYP started to ask me when do we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7867832281143201255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7867832281143201255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7867832281143201255' title='The Long Break'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-8951267984960155525</id><published>2007-04-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:34:09.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill into Your Head</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever hear a song that make you want to hear it more than 10x, non-stop?This is one:Get the sweet sound of shamisen into your head.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8951267984960155525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/8951267984960155525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8951267984960155525' title='Drill into Your Head'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-141325520680601156</id><published>2007-04-21T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:26:47.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Heat</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's exam time for me (9 month's later, sai lou will join me to suffer this again HAHA), and it happen to be the hottest season right now.Literally and indirectly.Indeed, if not for the occasional afternoon shower, my room will be like a oven, so much so I have to flock to the hall's study to study.That is done to drive me away from my laptop also...Indirectly, this exam period is packed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/141325520680601156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/141325520680601156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#141325520680601156' title='Exam Heat'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-649620645144583529</id><published>2007-04-09T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:53:34.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always from There</title><summary type='text'>There is something wrong with Hong Kong media when comes to news on Singapore.Last time, they say the government will catch and cane those who eat chewing gum. Right...There was also once when they spread news of here banning Coke... siao... We have a Coke factory just around the corner of NTU.Now, even more dumb. They are saying we are banning the usage of PRC search site Baidu. The report </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/649620645144583529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/649620645144583529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#649620645144583529' title='Always from There'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-441626332329179112</id><published>2007-03-30T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:25:06.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call them Bosses</title><summary type='text'>Final Year Project (FYP), the one thing that is suppose to far away, is finally putting itself right in front of me now.I am already in a frantic mood of lookign for the project that I have interest in, and got rejected by a few. It's going to be a tough process, I know, but never did I expect it to be such an urgent matter. The briefing was only 2 weeks ago, and some people had already got their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/441626332329179112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/441626332329179112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#441626332329179112' title='Call them Bosses'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703876.post-7165611195652851226</id><published>2007-03-27T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:05:12.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for not Forgeting to be Yourself</title><summary type='text'>Rarely I listen to Mandarin pop these days (not that I listen to Canto pop).Got Stefanie Sun's new album. The variety of music is quite huge, each has its own taste that her voice really pull it off. She sound a little like Gwen Stefanie in one of the song (no pun intended).And some of the lyrics will really strike a note in your heart.Among one, "感谢你没有忘记做你自己".In life, we always follow the crowd,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7165611195652851226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703876/posts/default/7165611195652851226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wing0a.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7165611195652851226' title='Thank You for not Forgeting to be Yourself'/><author><name>wing_0</name><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></entry></feed>
