<?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-11706625</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:42:56.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YKWorkPlace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113077465299611178</id><published>2005-11-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:04:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now 12.00AM, of 1 Nov 2005. I sadly to announce to leave YKWorkPlace and move on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bilingualfingers.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bilingual Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. Go there and take a look, and remember to change your bookmark, your homepage, your link to the new blog, the RSS Feed. Change whatever thing that is related to this blog to the new blog. Okay? No longer updating this blog liao. Hope to see you in the New Blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bilingualfingers.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bilingual Fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bilingualfingers.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="608" alt="YKWorkPlace" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/newtem.jpg" width="773" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bilingualfingers.blogspot.com"&gt;Bilingual Fingers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113077465299611178?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113077465299611178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113077465299611178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113077465299611178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113077465299611178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-time.html' title='It’s time.'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113075991605555311</id><published>2005-10-31T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:58:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Better don't read this...I scare yor don't come again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Actually I wanted to talk about new name of Internet, but I moved it to the new blog. Then wanted to blog about my blogging feeling, but I think I ended up writing very sad way. So I stopped it.  So what am I going to blog???!! I really don’t know. I moved everything to the new blog. Die, latter nobody come to my blog and read how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, I would like to cognate Lizard got tomorrowed again. Why???? Why people around me got tomorrowed but I haven’t, never mind I will work harder in new blog to get tomorrowed. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I would like to thanks all my blog reader, your had made me happiest man in the world. I mean, this blog is the only blog that has a lot of people reading the blog. And 95% of the blog reader are people who I don’t know them in real world or some even not online! Thank you for reading. I know this few days from the exam period my blog post isn’t nice anymore but I promises, in new blog, normal blogging will be back! Please, support…If not very dry also not very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before ending this post (I really got no idea what to blog…please forgive me…), I want to sound everyone that in new blog, it will not be 100% Chinese. There will be a translated version also (Translated by me). So don’t worry too much if you don’t understand Chinese, Okay? From what I know, 40% of the reader here is non-Malay, latter I lost this 40% how? So don’t worry, Bilingual Blogger leh…BILINGUAL…it means equal standard of both language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know this post like rojak like that. Mixed together, but new blog will server a better blogging, and your as a reader will not only just reader, but also doing something. So please take part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Going to said goodbye to this Blog, the next blog will if you direction of how to go to the next blog...Sad...Sad... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell I am posting???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113075991605555311?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113075991605555311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113075991605555311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113075991605555311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113075991605555311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/rojak-post.html' title='Rojak Post'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113069551550758109</id><published>2005-10-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T02:08:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving House...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“Bilingual Blogger”, when Lizard introduce me this big word “Bilingual”, I though it is Biling ual, two separated words. *sigh* want to blame, blame on my low standard of English. I never saw this big word before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I will be a Bilingual Blogger soon, a new blog will be up soon, a new life, a new journey will start. I can’t totally be change to Chinese Blogger because it will not fit the purpose of me stating a blog in the first place. And also, I can’t be a total English Blogger because my Chinese standard will drop. And also, Sam (A teacher I know online) said I can improve my English by translating Chinese to English, provided using the right word. I am now using thousands, millions of ways to improve my English. I hope “Bilingual Blogger” way will help to improve my both language, especially English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new blog, I might even sing (Yes, but not confirm yet.), story for your pressure and etc. A lot of things will be there for your, me blog, your participate by doing what you should do(tag...). Please, your have to participate if not my “Bilingual Blogger” way will be very dry. Please, take part, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before leaving this blog, this blog brings me a lot of memory. This blog at first is a blog that wrote down what happen in my school and serve as a website with study notes and etc. Then after people had told me that it’s very dry, so I ended up posting things in my own fun ways which got quite of a lot positive feedback. I must thanks to people who had helped me to make this blog not dry at all and people had been tagging, leaving comment in my blog. I am not famous Blogger like &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com"&gt;Mr. Brown&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;XiaXue&lt;/a&gt;, but those little comments and tags had already made me feel that I am already a successful Blogger. And of course, this is the blog where a lot of people tagging (from the starting of writing blog in my own fun way.) and not like other pass blog, yongkian and skyblueyk. Thanks everyone, If not your, there is no today’s YK… (What kind of English is that??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilingual Finger is schedule to open on 1 November 2005, by that time your really must read my blog more often and tag more often also. The new blog will support &lt;strong&gt;Chinese tag-board&lt;/strong&gt;, using &lt;strong&gt;UTF-8 encoding&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="608" alt="YKWorkPlace" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/newtem.jpg" width="773" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Bilingual Finger Template&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113069551550758109?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113069551550758109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113069551550758109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113069551550758109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113069551550758109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/moving-house.html' title='Moving House...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113064300694783908</id><published>2005-10-30T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:30:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks for everyone concern, advises, etc, etc. I am feeling better now and start to study my next year work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem now is having eye problem, that had caused me can’t see properly. When I have my eye check on Friday, no matter what, I can’t read the last few lines of the number. Doctor said no matter what powerful lens they give me I also cannot read, and it caused by my problem. If this continues, at about age 18, I will go blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this eye problem is actually caused by my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad habit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;read books by lying on bed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometime sleep with contact lens on my eye&lt;/span&gt; is some of the causes for my eye problem. Image everyday I only have about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 to 4 hours of sleep&lt;/span&gt; and have to wake up early to go to school, and sometimes I can study half way and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went doze with my contact lens on&lt;/span&gt;. So those are some of the reason. Now the doctor advice is that they will make a spectacle for me that will only be ready on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;(yea, still have a long time to go), and for the time being don’t wear contact lens until my eyes are fully recover. There are chances of recovery by itself, but it depends on my luck, and of cause stops my bad habit of my eyes now. It may still continue to get worst and one day I will be &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;walking with a stick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry guys, I keep telling myself that it can recover, so do your. Okay? We never know, next time when I go back for checkup, the doctor said “Em…your eyes are nothing wrong now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here would like to thanks &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JC, Meiqi, Zhengui, AJ, QingHui. sesamii, Ning, my mom, my dad, and of course Lizard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who give me a lot of help during the pass few days. I am feeling alright now. Let’s hope, that everything will goes smooth, and alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113064300694783908?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113064300694783908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113064300694783908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113064300694783908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113064300694783908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-everyone.html' title='Thanks everyone'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113052890247793183</id><published>2005-10-29T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T03:48:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind at 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actually today I want to blog about last day of school. I even planed what to blog about while I was on the way home. I went for a check up after school and something horrible there. It is horrible, shocking in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As you can see the title of the blog entry, “Blind at 18”. This is something I want to said, I need to said, but really don’t dare to release my feeling in real life. I am going blind at age 18. This is what the doctor told me. I almost cried on that spot, my heart is nearly broken. How can this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this does not happen to others? I am still young; I still got a lot of things to do. How can I g bind? Why it is so unfair to me? I am now trying to do the best, but why I am going blind? Why when I going to see the result of my hard work, I got this type of problem? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say anything at that spot, just listen to what doctor said and carry out as follow. I know I did say that I don’t really believe doctors words. But I really don’t know what to do; my mind is at a blank. After leaving the place, I still didn’t say any words, went to a bakery shop, look at the cakes, the bread. Tying to remember how they look like, just in case I can’t see all those things again forever. I really don’t know what to do, I am really feel lost now. I wonder how I am going to get out of this maze, and will the sunlight is always there for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told myself “there is always hope. Doctor even said that sometimes this can recover by itself. I might be one of those people.” But will those words come true? I really have no idea how much time do I have left to see things around me. After I blind, will I still remember those things I saw, will I dieing to see those items again? I really don’t know, I am really in a lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now; maybe blog is a way of me pouring my feeling. I wonder how my parents feel now. No matter what, life still have to goes on, I really must take the remaining time to see what I want to see for example the “Great Wall Of China”. I got to sleep now, hope to see the sunshine again tomorrow….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113052890247793183?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113052890247793183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113052890247793183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113052890247793183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113052890247793183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/blind-at-18.html' title='Blind at 18'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113039742939046622</id><published>2005-10-25T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:17:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Sick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have quite a long time done really post what I want. But I am on the way of recovering from my sickness. And today, I shall make a blog post before I lost all my Blog Reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why people have to be sick. Can’t we stay healthy from birth to death? What caused people to be sick. Why sometimes when people sick, it will lead to the person to the graveyard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this stupid YK is asking a lot of stupid question now….but I really want to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I am often sick with high fever, cold, plus something I hate the most, “bone cold”. And mind you, it is not a good feeling okay? Especially “bone cold” where I can’t even move, my bone is feeling cold as if this hot Singapore is having snow. Sometimes I got no choice to roll on the floor try to be more comfortable with the “bone cold”. (Truest me, it will help, I am an expert for “bone cold”) But still nothing is better than healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a guy who work too much, a guy who this and that also want to care, a guy who everything said “OK!” when people need my help, that’s why I am a guy who always sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sick, when you sick you go and see doctor right? (Not for me, YK sick stay in room and let it recover by itself) Sometimes I wonder do your really believe doctor words or not? Do your really do what doctor says? That doesn’t mean if doctor ask you to die, you really go to die. Doctor doesn’t say such words, okay? I mean if they ask you to rest, do you really rest? I dare to bet that your do not carry out what they said. If your do, I chop down my head and let your sit! Why I so sure, because I am one of them who don’t listen to doctors. We got our work, our family to take care of, where got time to rest?!? That’s why we don’t really listen to doctor advises. By the way, mom said do more work sick will recover faster. Maybe its true, your can go and try it our. I did more work by reading more blog…Ha! Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know this post doesn’t make any sense at all, but can you see the date? Today is 27 of October, and I had been spending days typing this entry. And sick people can’t think too much, so here is my sorry. Posting a entry that make some sense soon, really soon. Sorry, Sorry, Sorry….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Singapore don’t have law that when Blogger blog something that is senseless, they have to go to jail one right? I scare Singapore got all those funny laws. So if have, please, please don’t call police, Okay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Last paragraph is just for joking use only… -_-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113039742939046622?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113039742939046622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113039742939046622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113039742939046622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113039742939046622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-sick.html' title='Why Sick?'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113017375159437231</id><published>2005-10-25T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:09:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow blog can? I too sick, and tomorrow still got school. Sorry, Sorry. Please accept my apology, will reply your message in tag board by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113017375159437231?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113017375159437231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113017375159437231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113017375159437231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113017375159437231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-tomorrow.html' title='Blog Tomorrow...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-113007429642507844</id><published>2005-10-23T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:32:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest do't look like resting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, holiday don’t sound a holiday for me, rest only will give more work to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condition had gone worst, and I don’t think any of my family members know I am sick. They had order me to do thousand of things today, which make me sicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kor kor (brother) help me mark this math book.”&lt;br /&gt;“kor kor, how to spell “very”?”&lt;br /&gt;“kor kor, help me to tidy my table can? I want to watch tv.”&lt;br /&gt;“ah jian, tomorrow I need to tidy the house, help me to sweep the floor first.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah jian, throw those stuff that no need. Can sell then sell, can give then give. Don’t waste, by tomorrow morning I want so do it now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dusty things had made me worst, from a normal cold to now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chest pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muscle clam &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nose block&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backbone pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bone cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I hate headache! Know what? When I cook something for my sister and brother, my head suddenly have extreme pain that I had to close my eyes, knell down, hand over my head and shout with pain. Mom said “要死不死，不知道你在做么。” （want to die don’t want to die like that; don’t know what you are doing.）Can’t she see I am sick? When other people are sick, they see doctor, they rest. But me, I do house chords work, no seeing of doctor. Worst thing, no more medicine at home, all medicine had finished last night. What am I going to do??? I don’t even know how I am going to survive tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, need to tidy my room. Hope tomorrow still has the strength to blog. I now even have problem holding a cup of water. Bye bye…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-113007429642507844?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113007429642507844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=113007429642507844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113007429642507844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/113007429642507844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/rest-dot-look-like-resting.html' title='Rest do&apos;t look like resting...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112998034258676125</id><published>2005-10-22T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:25:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>以毒攻毒的结果</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;大家应该知道YK生病了。为了以毒攻毒，我拚了这个老命一直吃冰淇淋，吹冷汽。结果。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发烧好了，可是感冒了！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，我的鼻子像一个坏的龙头，颜色比小丑还要红！喉咙现在也沙沙的，眼睛有点红肿。啊。。。。。好不舒服！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没办法，生病了还吃冰淇淋，不感冒才怪。好了，发泄够了。现在要好好休养了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112998034258676125?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112998034258676125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112998034258676125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112998034258676125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112998034258676125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_22.html' title='以毒攻毒的结果'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112983260778010806</id><published>2005-10-21T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T02:23:27.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain going to chao ta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Picture shows 40.0ºC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If my body temperature continues to be so high, I scare my brain will chao ta (Burn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry lah, tomorrow will still go to school, because must check marks mah. Ok, got to rest. Hope YK tomorrow wake up the brain is not chao ta at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112983260778010806?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112983260778010806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112983260778010806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112983260778010806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112983260778010806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-brain-going-to-chao-ta.html' title='My brain going to chao ta...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112979366499307767</id><published>2005-10-20T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:34:25.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper 1 – 34/60&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper 2 – 23/40&lt;br /&gt;Total for Math – 57/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese listening – 20/20&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral – 33/40&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Paper 1 – Not allow to tell others, order by teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Paper 2 – 38.5/70&lt;br /&gt;Chinese total – Not allow to tell others, order by teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts Paper 1 – 32/40&lt;br /&gt;Accounts Paper 2 – 43.5/60&lt;br /&gt;Total for accounts – 75.5/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For Chinese Paper, there is some things that cannot said in blog, sorry. But will talk about it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had passed all my subjects! But not very well done… : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112979366499307767?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112979366499307767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112979366499307767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112979366499307767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112979366499307767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/rest.html' title='The rest....'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112973142204656667</id><published>2005-10-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:17:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ok, a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super boring blog post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for your, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my result for my End of Year Exam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, I didn’t fail any subject so far. But I did fail one of my papers. The following is my result for my papers so far I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Biology – 31.5/50&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry – 38.5/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Total for Combine Science: 70/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Combine Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;History – 28/50&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies – 35/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Total for Combine Humanities: 63/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oral – 26/40&lt;br /&gt;English Paper 1- 38/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English Paper 2 – 17.5/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Total English marks: 81.5/160 (50.9/100)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;See, I had told your. I am not good in my English. I fail so badly for my paper 2. Thanks to the teachers who add marks here and there for me so that I can pass my English by 0.9 marks. Ha! JC, hope next time when giving out my paper don’t give me that type of look. I will scare and will die because of heart attack. Please, Please, Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great surprise for me to get an A1 for Chemistry. For science, it is a difficult subject for me to study because of the science terms and my standard of English wasn’t good. I still have to learn the spelling of those science terms for day to night during the funeral, but it seems everything is worth it. And also must thank to the Biology teacher who gave me 0.5 marks so that I can get A2 for Combine Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, stop writing now. Tomorrow will take back the rest of the paper. Here are my predictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Math: FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Accounts: FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Basically, I am going to fail the rest of the paper. Wish me &lt;s&gt;bad&lt;/s&gt; good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112973142204656667?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112973142204656667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112973142204656667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112973142204656667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112973142204656667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112965757850894552</id><published>2005-10-19T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:57:07.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino murder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People had blogging about Casino when the decision is going to make. It seem to be an old topic, but still worth to blog about in about Casino Control Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casino are opening in Singapore is for a sure thing, Singapore government already stamp on it. No matter how we are unhappy about it, how we think this will bring Singaporeans to gambling habits, we can’t change the decision already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am really glad that Singapore government is trying their best so that when Casino is open, Singaporeans won’t fall deep into gambling. They came out with Casino Control Act and etc, which is a good start. At least we didn’t pay the increased GST to 5% for fun. Government is doing their job in a lot of area, especially Casino areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Casino Control Act, it ill help to prevent “unwelcome” people enter the casino, Singaporean have to loss SD$100 first before entering the casino to try luck and etc. One of the interesting things that attract me is that family members can apply to block their family member entering the Casino. That’s interesting, know why? Because it will increases the murder rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambler: “Why you apply to block me for entering Casino? I want to go in and try my luck! I can sense that today I can win big money! Why you block me?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wife: “Dear, this is for your own good. If you continue to gamble, we will bankrupt!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambler: “I can really sense that today I can win back all my loss. I can really sense that! Why you always like to block my way of winning money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wife: “I am trying to help you here. Look, other woman with you will run with other man. Not like me, still give you chance! I am trying to support this family, can’t you just think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambler: “Nonsense!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wife: “What Nonsense? You said it again! What Nonsense? You tell me. I had already sold all my gold and jewelries! Now everyday we are eating porridge. You now happy is it!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambler: “I told you I can win big money today you don’t believe. Block me for what? Stupid government, come out with this policy for what?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wife: “You are a useless and hopeless man!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambler: “You said it again!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wife: “YOU ARE A USELESS AND HOPELESS MAN!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambler: “You never die before is it? Said I useless, now I kill you and see I useless or not?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*run to the kitchen and take a knife.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wife: “What are you trying to do?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambler: “Kill You!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sound effect: Splash!&lt;br /&gt;Wife: “Ahhhh….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Other murder case for CID…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Singapore government should now train more people to handle this type of murder case. I don’t want to see on everyday newspaper this person kill that person because of Casino blocking. This person chops that person into 8 pieces because of Casino blocking and etc. Even&lt;br /&gt;though blocking of person is a good idea, but it is not perfect. However, we can’t expect for a perfect solution, because one of them must surfer since Casino decision is a “Yes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope after reading my post, people will still dare to block their family from entering the Casino. It is the only way to stop or/and prevent gambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112965757850894552?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112965757850894552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112965757850894552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112965757850894552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112965757850894552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/casino-murder.html' title='Casino murder...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112964025004368099</id><published>2005-10-18T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:28:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>阅读小扎</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;哈哈哈！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaulin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shiaulin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“点”到了我！！！第一次有人把meme 傳给我，还是华文的。。。太高兴了。来来来，YK 现在就做meme。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(1) 自家書架上的藏書數量&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;我有很多本书。有我读书的，有给我参考，有娱乐的，样样都有。可是不知那些算不算。。。现在，本人就照了一张照片给大家看看。那是我的第一个书架。那些书是本人的1/4的珍藏。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/53712075_d2a7348e6e.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(2) 現正在看或想看的書&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;现在想看一本英文书《Charlie and the Chocolate Factory》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近《Charlie and the Chocolate Factory》被搬到大银幕，作者又是本人喜欢的。所以很想读这一本书。。。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(3) 最後買的一本書&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;《东滨北原》Victoria Publication Pte Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这本书教大家怎样学好华文作文。这算不算？？？算啦，也一样可以读很多作品。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(4) 你最喜歡的五位作家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Roald Dahl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R.L Stine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E.B White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;陈启佑 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;刘可传&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(5) 有特別感想、印象深刻的五本書 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;《太空怪客》- 不懂作者&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;《巧克力蛋糕 》- 不懂作者&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;《Matilda》 – Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;《The Nightmare Room》- R.L Stine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;《Charlotte’s web》- E.B White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(6) 接下來想傳給以下5個人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;壁虎山莊 ™ Geckos' Lair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;， 一定要做哦。。。可是，你有书吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pigirlstudio.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;猪女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;，不知你会不会看到。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://xinzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;小心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;，有空才做。知道你不会很有空去blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tucksoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;阿顺正传&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;,虽然去你的blog 不是很久，你也不认识我。不过，还是希望你会做这个meme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.titusreflection.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Titus’s dairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;, 你应该会读很多书吧？希望你会做这个meme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;废话别多说，以上5位老师, 朋友请接招！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112964025004368099?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112964025004368099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112964025004368099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112964025004368099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112964025004368099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_18.html' title='阅读小扎'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112956093800231098</id><published>2005-10-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:09:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geckoz (Lizard, 壁虎)...kena tomorrow-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Congratulations to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Geckoz (Lizard, 壁虎)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; got kena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/node/view/2650#comment"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; tomorrow-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;! Time flies, didn’t realize that I had visiting your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; for so long. Now even chat with you in MSN, and introduce you tomorrow.sg. Now you kena tomorrow-ed, going to famous in one day, and maybe one day will bring Chinese blog fever. Image…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[translated from Chinese]&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher: “Class, to improve your Chinese standard and now blog is so famous, I want all of you to go to Lizard’s blog.&lt;br /&gt;*write on whiteboard: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://valeon.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Class: Huh? Lizard cans blog one har? I thought Lizard is an animal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher: Just go to that blog and find out yourself. I am sure your like that blog very much, it include a translator, just in case your don’t have Chinese basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: oh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After the school bell rang, the whole class rush home, no going out with friends until they find out what the hack Lizard blog is. Why Lizard can blog….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a girl home…&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Ahhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Quickly close lizard’s blog because there is one big Lizard each at both sides…*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/Lizard1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/53399864_7bb3b0a820.jpg?v=0" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other girl home…&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Wah…that Lizard so handsome, don’t know pretty girl like me take lift with him, he will talk to me or not. Will he ask which floor I am going or not…Wah…so handsome, want his number now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*from that on, that girl Chinese improve, because everyday read Lizard’s Blog. Because Lizard is handsome mah…want to get number must read blog first*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a boy home…&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wah…that Lizard still knows how to talk about pretty girls sia…don’t know got tips to give me or not…I want to date the girl next class leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*from that on, that boy improve his Chinese because of reading Lizard’s blog. Why read Lizard’s blog? Because want to get tips of getting pretty girls on hand.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if people in Singapore read &lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com"&gt;Lizard’s blog&lt;/a&gt;, there will be 3 results. One is quickly close that window because scare of Lizard, or maybe even faint. Or maybe read his blog and improve the Chinese, know this handsome guy, or want to get to know how to get pretty girls. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com"&gt; Lizard &lt;/a&gt;doesn’t sue me because of this blog post…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lift Idea generated from his Chinese tag-board &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_10.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112956093800231098?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112956093800231098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112956093800231098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112956093800231098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112956093800231098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/geckoz-lizard-kena-tomorrow-ed.html' title='Geckoz (Lizard, 壁虎)...kena tomorrow-ed'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112940270401243925</id><published>2005-10-16T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:58:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the class and poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had tried not to blog about school and exams, but I can’t hold it anymore. I need to release it, I really have to…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to retain, going to have one more year of Secondary 3 life. I can’t do the paper. I don’t know why. I did my work; I revise my work, why can’t I do the paper? Why am I such a failure when others around me can do much better than me? Why people around me are so clever when I am so stupid? Why I always met different kinds of difficulties when other people don’t have much? Why, can anyone answer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I aimed I didn’t get, why? Why I have this weird feeling during exam? Why the things I d can’t be perfect…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the heaven don’t want me to get the things I want, why let me continue my life in this world? I am a useless to this world, the world will be much happier without me. I may, give others sadness without me realising. Please, what other things I don’t know, what unhappiness things I had given to others when I though it would help them? Why people think I always harm them when I am helping them? Why can’t they appreciate the things I had done to them. I tried my best to be a nice guy, but what to I get in the end? You want to win me over exam, I helped you along, but why, in the end your treated me so cruel, it is so cruel that I can’t take it anymore. I try to use my tolerance to take it, but after one year, one whole year, I might no longer take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exams, some people will happy some will don’t. I would be happy for those who will be happy for their result and sad together with the unhappy people. I got nothing to said, I can’t be always top in Account, and I admit I can’t do the paper. I might fail the paper. For those who can do the paper and got the answer correct, I will happy for them. Because we study together, we need to be in the same room for other 2 year before we all get separated. I might, sometimes jealous over someone studies, want to aim to win over that person in exams. But is this wrong? I don’t know, but it was set as a goal in exam. But I never challenge anyone; the goal I set is only a secret to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how badly I will do for my exams, how teacher and other classmate think of me because of this exam. Will teacher scold me? Will I kick out by school? Will I say “Hi” to the Sec 2? Will I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, I leave this place secretly, next year when they find out that I had leave, will they be happy? Will they open campaign because of it? I guess so…because the class hates me a lot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tag board:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above post is for you (the poster in the tag-board), and the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-YK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly miss Ah Ma(Grandmother), I wonder when can I se her again…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112940270401243925?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112940270401243925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112940270401243925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112940270401243925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112940270401243925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-class-and-poster.html' title='To the class and poster'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112931181785509447</id><published>2005-10-15T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:54:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be a girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don’t want….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/"&gt;GeckoZ &lt;/a&gt;told me to join &lt;a href="http://www.pigirlstudio.com/"&gt;pigirl’s website&lt;/a&gt;. So since I better nothing to do now then I sign up. The first time using my hotmail but something is wrong that caused me unable to login. So I make a new account using Gmail. I can login, but the problem is during the signup, I put my gander as girl (I didn’t realise until after sign up) so when ever I go to the website, under member online my image will be a girl image…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/idon"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/idon%27twanttobegirl1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See name "陈永坚”。 &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Die, die, die. YK suddenly within seconds becomes a girl in pigirl’s website. How can YK make this mistake? Latter on, YK also realise that under one of the service I sign up online, my name is Miss Tan Yong Kian…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, why YK will make this type of mistake? Guys out there, please be &lt;strong&gt;EXTRA&lt;/strong&gt; careful in gender section when filling up forms and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112931181785509447?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112931181785509447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112931181785509447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112931181785509447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112931181785509447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-want-to-be-girl.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be a girl...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112904504161859263</id><published>2005-10-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:37:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>今天爆冷门！！！还剩下三天。。。Left 3 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;考试就完了！！！&lt;br /&gt;Exams will finish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天的厉史考试爆冷门！！！关于中国历史的题目没有出。。。 哈哈哈！！！很多人因为这样而考试放弃。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112904504161859263?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112904504161859263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112904504161859263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112904504161859263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112904504161859263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/left-3-days.html' title='今天爆冷门！！！还剩下三天。。。Left 3 days...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112895947975647813</id><published>2005-10-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:51:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>还剩下四天。。。Left 4 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/countdown4days.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/400/countdown4days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 4 day Icon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;考试就完了！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;祝YK考试考第一。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Exams will finish!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wish YK exam get first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112895947975647813?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112895947975647813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112895947975647813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112895947975647813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112895947975647813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/left-4-days.html' title='还剩下四天。。。Left 4 days...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112879904118318764</id><published>2005-10-09T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:17:21.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feeling like crying now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why? Because I can’t find my school green file which contains my History and Social Studies work for this year. I can’t find it! I can’t find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my one whole year work is gone; I don’t even know did I leave it in funeral. Or is it I leave it in school, or is it I have rented my file to someone else? Or maybe is it still in my room but I still can’t find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Moral of my real life case, don’t bring your whole room to funeral, you really have no time to study there. I brought a lot of things to study there. During at night when everyone is sleeping, I will be sitting besides the coffin studying and type my notes. But beside at night, I don’t have the chance to study because of the visitors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where is my green file? How I study my Social Studies paper on Monday? I got all my notes in other file, but I can’t get a chance to see where my mistake is hen I do my daily work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no choice but to turn my room upside down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10% of my room turning upside down…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just don’t post the 100% completed photo, because you can see my underwear lying all over the places…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lah, still cannot find my file. Be prepare to tell YK this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“Good for you, YK. You are retaining one more year.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[P.S: Sorry Seri, I didn’t invite you to turn my room upside down even though you want to.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112879904118318764?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112879904118318764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112879904118318764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112879904118318764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112879904118318764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feeling-like-crying-now.html' title='I feeling like crying now...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112870173244814829</id><published>2005-10-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:15:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue Catching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I suddenly feel that I am the world’s most outdated person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the funeral, I got to know a lot of thing and got myself 10% updated. The most interesting content that got updated into my brain is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Dengue Catching’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This game is just like the normal catching we all play during our childhood. We have one Aedes mosquito (The Catcher), 2 doctor and of course players. The Aedes mosquito can bit (catch) anyone including the doctors and once caught, the person will down with Dengue Fever. It is the job of the doctor to save as many as they could before both doctor down with Dengue Fever, which is the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh…I don’t know from a normal catching can turn into ‘Dengue Catching’. This shows how much our next generation care about the nation. And hor, Whoever came out with this every creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Got to sleep liao, I want to play ‘Dengue Catching’ in my dream.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112870173244814829?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112870173244814829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112870173244814829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112870173244814829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112870173244814829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/dengue-catching.html' title='Dengue Catching'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112861636814715181</id><published>2005-10-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:32:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: (</title><content type='html'>Sorry for lack of update, recently busy with funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother had gone to other world on last Sunday. Today (Thursday, 06/10/2005), we had crematory the body. I suddenly miss her a lot; a lot, a lot…I wonder do we still have a chance to meet again…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112861636814715181?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112861636814715181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112861636814715181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112861636814715181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112861636814715181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=': ('/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112809493792332841</id><published>2005-09-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:42:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recently some teachers and non-staff people in the school told me that I look stress. Maybe because of exams, how can I not stress about it? It is Promotion exam!!! Not normal exam, it determines I go to the next level or retain for one year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of exam, I make everything in my room, laptop to become ‘school theme’. Because I can only study when I see the school building… And maybe because of the following, it makes me more stress, which is a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/destopschool3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/destopschool3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My desktop wallpaper, my School building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While I am not using the computer, the screen will be like&lt;a href="http://sg.geocities.com/tanyongkian/BENQ0352.AVI"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.geocities.com/tanyongkian/BENQ0352.AVI"&gt;Click here to see the video. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I download that from school website. Ha! Ha! No lah, it just that I think it will help in my studies, not because I can only study when I am in school environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S: I am still on away. This blog post doesn’t make any sense, it just for fun to relax myself from studying. Wish everyone all the best in their studies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112809493792332841?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sg.geocities.com/tanyongkian/BENQ0352.AVI' title='School Theme'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112809493792332841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112809493792332841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112809493792332841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112809493792332841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-theme.html' title='School Theme'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112782691788933280</id><published>2005-09-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:15:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School VS Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5 JC girls got into trouble because of blogging, sad, sad. They got suspended for 3 days and this gives me memory of what happen last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we got a new DM and OM; this 2 guy got listed to Junyuan Secondary School 2004 top 2 hated people. &lt;em&gt;[No lah, this thing thinks by me one, but students really hate him a lot]&lt;/em&gt; YK, together with other Sec 2 student writes letters to MOE about what they did in our school and etc. One of our most hate methods they used to deal with people who did not go for detention class is to take their shoes and want them to bare footed for the whole day and will only get their shoes back when they go for the DC. And yup, this is one of the points we wrote in the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just during Mid-Year exams, the school called me because of this [they got replied from MOE mah] and had some how interrupt my exams at that time. Because of the letter, the school when online to ‘dig out’ whatever the student wrote things that are bad for the school so one of ‘rubbish’ they found was friendster when there is someone using my name, my school personal photo and put comments in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got called again. Even though I keep saying I am not the one who posts it, I didn’t even log in the friendster account for long time. So I believe my account got hacked. I am the person who went online to blog and read news, nothing else, really. That time create friendster account because of Meiqi who keep asking me to create account and write something for her. And only few people know about my account. But the school don’t believe and said if I don’t admit it, they will call police. They even somehow printed the page and show it to my family member. [I don’t get the chance to see the online version one leh] So in the end, I got BETA recorded, bad conduct recorded, and 2 stroke of canning and almost got kicked out of school &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(but teachers said good words about me, if not YK might not be studying now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And until now, I still don’t know who is the one who got into my account and write bad things about the school. Somehow or rather after sometime, I can login to friendster account. But nothing as what the school found can be found online. Maybe people delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, got one teacher came and asked me ‘last year you post online writing bad thing about the school and write letters to MOE har?’ I was like how she knows about it when she is sort of a new teacher. And latter on, I found out that even the case as been in history for one year, staff room people still talk about it. &lt;em&gt;[The teacher told me about it]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, a teacher who is still with his class ‘blog project’ says that he doesn’t really mind if his students post bad things about him. It makes him have a better understanding what his student think of him so that he can improve himself. [Sam, you very open minded leh…] However, when his principal found out, he request Sam to stop the project in order to prevent students writing bad things about the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe, next time the school rule book should include “No student are allow to post any bad things online (including blog, forum) about the school to spoil the school reputation” and the school and MOE should ask the teacher not to encourage student to write blog etc, etc. Why the school care about their school reputation and had forgotten about the student’s view? *sigh* as what Sam said, school and teachers have the right to control what the student is doing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112782691788933280?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112782691788933280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112782691788933280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112782691788933280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112782691788933280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-vs-blog.html' title='School VS Blog'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112765281512111787</id><published>2005-09-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:55:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyEDUmail</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear MyEDUmail User,&lt;br /&gt;Information Technology Branch (ITB) will be launching the User Satisfaction Survey on MyEDUmail e-mail services on 26 September 2005 to 21 October 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your feedback is important to us in improving our services to you. Hence, please participate in the &lt;strong&gt;survey early and be prepared to win attractive prizes&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I am not wrong, MyEDUmail e-mail is email service for teachers or MOE. If I am correct, I got other reason why I should be a teacher when I grow up. The reason is: “I can win attractive prizes when I participates the E-mail survey. I will have a higher chance of winning because all teachers are busy man and woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112765281512111787?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112765281512111787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112765281512111787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112765281512111787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112765281512111787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/myedumail.html' title='MyEDUmail'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112757239920666065</id><published>2005-09-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:33:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye...See you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will be on semi-hiatus from the internet because I need to study for exams till October 14. Sorry that I haven’t read your blog recently and only knows how to talk rubbish in my blog. Hope you don’t mind at all. : ) in the mean well, I will post short posts with photos or just take quiz and post the result here. I should be back to the Internet world right after my exams and get something for my blog, [only lizard knows what it is]. Bye Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. YK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112757239920666065?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112757239920666065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112757239920666065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112757239920666065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112757239920666065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/bye-byesee-you.html' title='Bye Bye...See you.'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112740101159395347</id><published>2005-09-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:22:44.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist, Love, Cockroach - Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dentist, Love, Cockroach…what can you think of when you see this three words together? Of course not “Dentist love cockroach”, there will be a chaos when Dentist love cockroach. Image Dentist keeps cockroach as “pet” in there workplace and you never know when you open your &lt;s&gt;mother&lt;/s&gt; mouth for teeth washing, the cockroach fly into your mouth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell “Dentist, Love, Cockroach” is? What the heck is it? Well, it is…it is just the top 3 things I hate the most. Each of it have different story to tell, and today the main topic will be dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so scare dentist? Well, let’s bring the history back to YK is Primary 1 kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, four of my front teeth having some problem, there were four permanent teeth growing each behind every front tooth. Mama brought me to the school dentist during school recess time, and guess what the Nurse said? “Your child has to remove the four front teeth.” Die lah…that time small little YK still don’t know anything and though extract the teeth sound very fun. So YK lie on the “bed” and the nurse start the “operation”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “operation” isn’t a pleasant one. Firstly, my four front teeth weren’t shaky at all. So what the nurse did was to inject something between my teeth and the gums. Damn it! It is painful okay? When YK saw the nurse holding the injection YK started crying like saw a ghost like that. Ha! But the nurse manages to give the injection even though YK’s mouth was tightly seal because YK scares of the pain. From that on, YK scares to go to the school dentist again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I was called by the dentist for dental checkup. Form the past; YK always got a female dentist or a female nurse to do the dental job. But for this year, YK first time ever got a male dentist to so teeth cleaning for me and extracts the very last baby tooth for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was scared when the whole session stared. No, I should say when I stepped into the workplace of the dentist; my heart is jumping out from my mouth. Because the dentist is clean his operation equipment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ02832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ02832.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now days dentists do get a very cute and nice workplace, maybe because it will help the dentist to be a bit nice for the whole operation. &lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0296.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0299.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The workplace is a bit small, but it is fully equipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0291.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The dentist I got was a good one. I should say the best even dentist I ever got. He will make us know whatever he is doing. Not like what I got in the pass, the dentist just happily clean your teeth until it prolonged bleeding also don’t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0294.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He, also not like other female dentist or nurse, clean the teeth as if cleaning … all I want to said is this dentist clean teeth until…you don’t feel it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0289.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The dentist helper is the one who will kill all germs and etc for used operation equipment. That dentist helper quite pretty, ha! Wish I could take a picture of her wearing a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0293.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The dentist did teach us how to brush our teeth correctly. Mind you, nobody teach me how to brush teeth until that day. I doesn’t know that you have to brush the behind part of the teeth. Now YK should brush the teeth in correct way and brush all the area that needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0298.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, if you brush your teeth correctly, you will get a healthier smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0304.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The place where YK used to hate the most, the operation area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0305.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before YK enter the operation area, YK wear a dentist “sun glasses” to make me handsome a bit so the dentist will clean my teeth without vomiting because of ugly YK’s face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0307.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After the operation complete, YK’s last baby tooth had extracted and the permanent tooth is growing… But I will miss my last Baby tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0310.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The dentist gave me a kit and instruction on what to do and what not to do after the tooth got extracted. And also, I got a free pack of gauze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, I no longer afraid for going to the dentist, in fact I am excited to visit the dentist again next time and got all my teeth extracted….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thank to: The dentist and the dentist helper who allow me to take photos. Wei Jian for the ‘model’ in the dental checking. And also &lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/"&gt;壁虎&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for answer some of the English words that I don’t know how to phrase it in the post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112740101159395347?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112740101159395347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112740101159395347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112740101159395347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112740101159395347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/dentist-love-cockroach-dentist.html' title='Dentist, Love, Cockroach - Dentist'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112714625691357771</id><published>2005-09-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:18:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/"&gt;壁虎&lt;/a&gt; said that I am a weird Blogger, so I will go on and use my weird Blogger way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here you are. The following are the blog post topic that is planned on YKWorkPlace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/200/BENQ0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Dentist, Love, Cockroach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/boggerlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/boggerlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I am a WEIRD BLOGGER!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/eschoolonlineuserscary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/eschoolonlineuserscary.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The iConnenXion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;And something for mature reader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/400/yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [M18 (Mature 18, for reader above 18 only)]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The horny post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That’s my Blogging way, a unique blogging way, a very weird blogging style… Every thing planned long long time ago. Ha! Ha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112714625691357771?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112714625691357771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112714625691357771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112714625691357771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112714625691357771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogging-way.html' title='Blogging way...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112706613838789975</id><published>2005-09-19T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:55:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I said about this Picture???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Few &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEEKS&lt;/span&gt; ago while I turn into Blog Hopper again, I saw this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/tution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/tution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pinkx.org/archives/2005/07/give_tuition.html"&gt;Click here to read more. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't even spell properly like me; still want to give tuition like me. Sure one day will get laugh by the student. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when you saw those ads on the pillar, would you even care to read every word before you take the phone number, or you just saw “tuition” then you just take the number? Or maybe, just don’t even bother to read at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112706613838789975?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112706613838789975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112706613838789975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112706613838789975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112706613838789975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-can-i-said-about-this-picture.html' title='What can I said about this Picture???'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112688315391306363</id><published>2005-09-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:05:53.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Assistant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is a true life story happen in Singapore, in a small corner in the East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YK small talk:&lt;/strong&gt; I will try to use what I had learnt in class, not to be in bias in this content. I had collect information, story from the two parties. If you still find it bias, then you as well get a gun and shoot me, because I am not fit to take History and Social Studies paper because of the sources.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As everybody in Singapore knows, from 1 July 2005,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2005/07/bus_and_train_f.html"&gt;Bus and MRT fares will increase&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eh… it already increased. During that time, organisation and some government department stand up to help those people with financial problem and will get affected because of this increasing of fares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/sbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;By Mr. Brown &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So there are two families who both of them know each other very well, went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="www.pa.gov.sg"&gt;People's Association &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to fill up the Financial Help for Increase of Fares form and submit it. Two families hope that they will give help by the PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After typing for so long, you might wonder how much is their income, why they need to ask for assistant. So now I should gives you’re their income details. Don’t jump to conclusion yet after reading their income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/badhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/badhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge the pictures and see the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Family A&lt;br /&gt;Income: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Father work as an air con repairer earning less than $2,000 per month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mother work as part time maid, trying to help the family earning about $300+ for the family every month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Financial History: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Strike lottery before but paid to debtors (Insurance Company) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Few years ago, elder son was sick and went operation, get a loan from Insurance Company. Currently owning over $300,000 + including interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;From that on, family went into financial problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Family B&lt;br /&gt;Income: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Father work as a product seller, basic salary is $600. However because he sold his product to supermarkets and etc, he earning over $4,000 +, document state, however only $600. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mother work as a Tutor at home. She is quite famous around the place she lives. Sometimes people will drive and send their child to her place and have tuition because the entire student she taught has a big improvement in Chinese langue. Monthly income is about $4,000 +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Financial History: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Prefer not to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;However, their two sons who study in Duman High School need to pay very high fee, more information will provide in the source latter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above Financial information is provide by the two parties by themselves.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YK Wonder: So if you are the person deciding who will get the assistant, and you left with one assistant, who will it give it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After a month, Family B receive PA’s letter saying that they got the Financial Assistant from them. However, Family A did not receive any letter till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow or rather, during a conversation after Family B got the Financial Assistant and not Family A, when they talks, Family B find Family A is angry at them. This caused the two parties not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YK Wonder: Will you angry over someone who got Financial Assistant because you don’t get the Financial Assistant when you need it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I asked two families their problem and etc. Here is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Source A, From Family A:&lt;br /&gt;Yah lah, I do agree that I am not so happy about this. But I also don’t want this to happen. Friends should not because of smaller things and get angry. I know I am wrong first but I think they shouldn’t apply because they got the money. People like us really need the help but we didn’t get. Now our 3 meals also got problem. Ah boy’s pocket money from $3 to $1.50 now, and he isn’t happy about it. And he needs to take 1 stations of MRT everyday to go to school and go home. It’s very difficult for us if this continues. Sometimes I really worry what will happen tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Source B, From Family B: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We know we have high income but this will also affect us a bit. You see our children study in Duman High School. Their school&lt;br /&gt;fee not cheap, you think what? Like your government school, cost a few dollars only is it? Their school fee over hundreds and sometimes their school have overseas exchange and they need to go overseas, you think what, not like your school don’t have overseas exchange. When they (overseas student) come to&lt;br /&gt;Singapore they live our house and we need to buys things for them as what the school said. You think study top 5 schools in Singapore very cheap har? Even though we have some money inside our bank got it from lottery few years back, we need to save money so that next time they can go overseas to study university. They cannot use that tone when talking to us right? It is the PA decisions not ours, so they don’t get the Financial Assistant they can’t blame us, must blame the PA. We also got a family to feed one ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YK SmallTalk: Please note that there is some edition of Source B because it contains some ‘censored words’. By the way, when I heard&lt;br /&gt;what Family B said, I got a bit of offended; it is as if there is a knife poking my hearts. Who tells YK not to study when he sitting for PSLE? Ha! But I wonder how overseas exchange programme works, fun or not? Overseas people stay in our house sound cool to me. Why our school don’t have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;After everything, someone helped me to ask someone about Financial Assistant thing. And from what I know so far, they don’t look at the loans and etc. They look at how many people in your house, the income from work however they don’t look at ‘extra income’ like part time maid and tutor. It is all base on the document they provided. However, if they provide any incorrect information, they will ask for the return of Financial Assistant they provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, let’s see. None of them provide incorrect information. Family B clearly stated salary is $600+, all other commission is get it whenever a translation complete. So it will not state in the document. And also for family A, their loans will not be included. This might have overseen everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is everything they provide is the true, or is there other story behind it? Is there being a case whereby the outer shell looks ugly but inside is pearl? Should the Financial Assistant provider change the way they see things and include loans as part of the thing they will look for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;By the way, I read a newspaper article and it stated that some of families even with $700+ income don’t get the Financial Assistant because there is too many people apply it. This shows that Singaporeans ‘can save then save’ idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112688315391306363?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112688315391306363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112688315391306363' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112688315391306363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112688315391306363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/financial-assistant.html' title='Financial Assistant'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112663240467009672</id><published>2005-09-14T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:26:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog for grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The blog topic I planned to blog today has not finished all the pre-blog stage. So Maybe, I guess to post something boring. Something got to do with education [I hope so] and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Sam told me that he and his student is in a “Blog Project” where by their student will blog every week. And some of the teachers in his school have blog too, just that some of their blog are a great secret from their student. Hey, you never know the most ugly, fierce, boring teacher in the school blog his or her feeling. Sometimes they even make it funny for reader like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, in my class, we are sort of in a blog project too. We got English blog, everyone in my class create his or her very own blog. Cool eh? But I feel that in my class not much people have these interests of blogging and I had blog over 2 years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several aim teachers wants to archive for student to create blog. First, it will improve their langue. as they key in their life in to this thing call blog. They read their friend blog, they type their on entry of their blog, they thing for their entry. This might help them in Paper 1. Of course, provided langue used are not singlish. Still remember…old time ago, YK blog only has two to three lines. But Now? Talk nonsense in his blog. Ha! But honestly, it does help me in writing story in exam. I mean, I write super long, it is better than less than half a page right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, teachers can know their student better. I had read one of Sam’s student blog. The student said “Mr. Goh lesson so boring, SUX man….” [Mr Goh is Sam][Hope my translation from Singlish to English is correct]. Ha! How dare that student write this when he knows the teacher is reading it? By the way, this helped Sam that someone doesn’t like the lesson, so he got an idea of a new teaching. Eh… interested to know what idea? The idea is let the student form groups and teacher the class. How clever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For student, when they read their teacher’s blog, it makes the student know how tough to be a teacher is. How sad when they don’t pass up their work and etc, etc. So maybe, I said MAYBE it will make the student pass up the homework, be quite in class….those things are something that will never ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I had said so much about blogging. Suddenly feel that Blog are like god. Can write personal things, post anything you like [think something else and you will get it] and even improve the langue standard…Wah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, YK need to challenge riddle again…what the heck is “First Name”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112663240467009672?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112663240467009672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112663240467009672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112663240467009672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112663240467009672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-for-grade.html' title='Blog for grade!'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112645655299342419</id><published>2005-09-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:38:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>中 秋 節</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;中 秋 節 快 到 了，&lt;br /&gt;提 早 送 你 們 每 人 一 盒 月 餅！&lt;br /&gt;里 面 有 四 粒，&lt;br /&gt;吃 第 一 粒 ，&lt;br /&gt;代 表 身 体 健 康！&lt;br /&gt;第 二 粒，&lt;br /&gt;代 表 心 想 事 成，&lt;br /&gt;第 三 粒，&lt;br /&gt;代 表 天 天 快 乐，&lt;br /&gt;第 四 粒，&lt;br /&gt;代 表 永 远 记 得 我 哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希 望 大 家 身 体 健 康，心 想 事 成，天 天 快 乐。。。 還 有，還 有，一 定 要 永 远 记 得 我 這 個 Mr。YK 哦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112645655299342419?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112645655299342419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112645655299342419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112645655299342419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112645655299342419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='中 秋 節'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112638105429809686</id><published>2005-09-11T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T03:39:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister, brother &amp; one unnamed baby sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I cried so badly while typing this entry so the ending might be sound weird. Maybe I got too much feeling to it? Maybe, I am ok…I guess…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Due to security reason, I will not post my sister and brother photo that take recently. Instead, I will post a photo that taken a few years back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/bronsis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/bronsis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think my brother and sister look cute? Yes, my brother has super big eyes and until now I still call him ‘Baby’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are about the same size, same weight. Yeah, right. You might say they are twin but they are not. They are born 2 years apart. Just that my sister was born when she is not even 8 month in my mom stomach. But I treated both as my treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister was born, I was taught how to change their clothing and etc. So after two years when my brother was born, I know almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mother went to work night shift for a period, I become ‘baby-sitter’ to take care of both of them, make milk for them and ask them to go to sleep. At that period, I totally lost all my freedom. I rush home quickly after school to take over my mom so my mom can go to work. In the day when I didn’t have to go to school, I need to take care of them still, because my mom needs to sleep in order to work night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From they start learning how to climb to learn how to walk. To they only drink milk, to they start eating “solid-liquid” food to eating normal food. From they learn how to speak; to they know how to call me ‘kor-kor”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From every stage, they bring me to a new stage of life; they make me learn something new, they make me realise something that I don’t even realise in the past. How difficult to bring up a baby to a child. How excited I am every morning to see them jumping, playing, watch them grow everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years after my brother. My mom got other sister for me, something I am really very excited of. But unexpected things happen. My new sister was dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ02471.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ02471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don’t get to see my sister; I got to know how she looks like through the two photos taken by the hospital. When dad came home from hospital, I knew something went wrong. When dad told me the baby was dead, I pretend nothing happen. But no one knows before, I cried so badly at that night, very badly. One new life, just gone like a wind. I though that baby will give me a new stage of life, but it didn’t. Now I think back, it did actually; it let me know how important and precious life is. How a mother feels when she had lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I ended up posting this when I not going to. I was thinking of posting something funny, but all this come out from my mind. Maybe next time, I will post a funny version ones…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112638105429809686?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112638105429809686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112638105429809686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112638105429809686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112638105429809686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/sister-brother-one-unnamed-baby-sister.html' title='Sister, brother &amp; one unnamed baby sister...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112620193010844273</id><published>2005-09-09T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:09:20.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog tomrrow because of fever</title><content type='html'>I am down with fever, blog tomorrow about my two little devils (My younger sister and brother). Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edit: Due to the fever haven't gone down and I am so sick, I will post everything by tomrrow night okay? I had upload the photo I will going to show your but I still need to type mah...Sorry, Sorry...I got nothing to said but sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112620193010844273?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112620193010844273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112620193010844273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112620193010844273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112620193010844273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-tomrrow-because-of-fever.html' title='Blog tomrrow because of fever'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112608687208907442</id><published>2005-09-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:25:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Recently I had been a “blog hopper” to read other people blog and come across some interesting blog like “&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/"&gt;壁虎山莊 ™ Geckos' Lair&lt;/a&gt;” , “&lt;a href="http://jasonmumbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason Mumbles&lt;/a&gt;” &amp; “&lt;a href="http://jasperthedummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jasper Chen&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I had come across some blog with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIRUS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, nothing goes wrong with your eyes, their blog contain virus. I bet that some of you had heard of service that will host music for you and you just have to copy and paste their Java code right? One of the website that provides this service is iwebmusic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those innocent users just innocently copy and paste the code into their blog without knowing that it will harm their visitor [blogder] and their own computer. Yeah, right, they are so innocently do whatever the blog tells them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/webviruscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/webviruscopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Copy the code as what it says...&lt;br /&gt;Click to englarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now those people are clever people, if you don’t download the thing they want you to download, then you are not allowed to read the blog. Meaning, you must download the virus in order to read the innocent Blogger’s blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/webvirus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/webvirus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Steps to install their virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here I have some message for the two parties, one for the Blogger and one for the blogder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Blogger:&lt;br /&gt;I know your want to have music in your blog but according to &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/"&gt;Mr. Brown &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://miyagi.sg/"&gt;Mr Miyagi&lt;/a&gt; in Singapore Writing Festival, playing songs in your blog is breaking the law. You don’t want to ended up sitting behind the bar eating jail rice right? And also, what happen if your visitor is actually listening to a song while he or she visits your blog? Then two songs will play together but please be mindful, human only got 1 pair of ears, cannot listen two songs at the same time. What the worst thing is you are playing a song that contain virus! It is harmful to you and your visitor, what happen if the virus gets into your and your visitor computer? Then your visitor and your own computer will have a big problem. You are in the wrong in the first place by innocently paste the code given into your blog. Please, please get rid of the code &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blogder:&lt;br /&gt;I bet that you had come across those blog that contains virus. Maybe you are too excited to read your friend’s blog so just download whatever it says without knowing it is a virus. Or maybe you know that it is a virus but though that it will not harm your in any ways, or maybe you must read your friend’s blog before your sleep, if not your will suffer nightmare dreaming that your friend will scold you if you don’t read their blog. Or maybe, the last maybe is that you like the songs too much that you willing to support the company by download whatever things they want you to download. If you have downloaded those “software” meaning that your computer might already contains virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So now, what to do to delete the virus? Your might said “Scan the computer lah, so easy also don’t know.” But people had told me that the normal anti-virus software like Norton Anti-virus can’t delete the virus no matter what. The virus even stops the scanning and restarts the computer by itself when you are scanning the computer. Sometimes even after delete the virus, the virus will still come back to your computer when you on your computer in the next morning. See lah, innocent Blogger fault…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here YK recommends a virus cleaning software that I have been using to fix other people “blog virus”, &lt;a href="http://www.lavasoft.de/support/download/"&gt;Ad-Aware SE Personal edition&lt;/a&gt;. This software might help your to get rid most of your virus in your computer including most of the “blog virus”. &lt;a href="http://www.lavasoft.de/support/download/"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;to go to their download page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope that this post can pass the message to Bloggers and hope that our blogging world will one day become a virus free world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Also see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/2005/09/singapore-writing-festival.html"&gt;壁虎山莊 ™ Geckos' Lairr - Singapore Writing Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112608687208907442?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lavasoft.de/support/download/' title='Blog Virus'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112608687208907442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112608687208907442' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112608687208907442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112608687208907442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-virus.html' title='Blog Virus'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112603196478583937</id><published>2005-09-07T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:39:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YK Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;YK tomorrow will post &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not funny&lt;/span&gt;, but hopefully &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can pass some massage to some of them&lt;/span&gt;. Not now because now it’s late and he needs to sleep! He had set some Primary 1 Math Practice Papers and he is now almost gone crazy. Image he looked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over 6 assignment books&lt;/span&gt; in order to set some good Math Practice Papers. Want to see his master piece to torture the kids? You can request from him. Okay, stop my nonsense, better stay tune on tomorrow entry, okay? Goodnight, reporter also need to sleep ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reported by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SuperYK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112603196478583937?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112603196478583937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112603196478583937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112603196478583937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112603196478583937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/yk-update.html' title='YK Update'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112594258613706986</id><published>2005-09-06T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:49:46.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework turn into Emergency Exercise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Math teacher, Miss Tan told us that our September Holiday worksheet will only available this week Monday in school's website. Since then, from Sunday mid-night while typing &lt;a href="http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/7th-month.html"&gt;“The 7th month”&lt;/a&gt; post, I keep returning back to check for the homework. I am too excited over the coming homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I click whatever it will bring me to, turn the website upside down, but still I can’t find my homework. Until today, someone told me the secret link…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to click “Emergency Exercise”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/eepost1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/eepost1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click to enlarge...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the… How come our homework all ended up in Emergency Exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly that “Emergency Exercise” is link to fire trial stuff. Maybe the school is trying to tell us the message. Just like fire trail, you need to get out of the school build ASAP…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire trail version: Get out of the building now! It emergency! You will burn to death if you didn’t get out quickly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework version: Do your homework now! It is emergency! You will nag by you teacher if you did not finish ASAP…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the first thing come to my mind. Ha! Ha! Ha! Lame… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^_^’’’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112594258613706986?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112594258613706986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112594258613706986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112594258613706986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112594258613706986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/homework-turn-into-emergency-exercise.html' title='Homework turn into Emergency Exercise?'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112585700035038135</id><published>2005-09-05T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:10:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7th Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th month is over? I don’t think so, it is just the beginning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall play a game now, whoever read this post now, you are in the game and no matter what, you are not allow to quite the game, not at all. YK is playing with your, die everyone dies together. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Task- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peek-a-stoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Peek-a-stoop is one of a way to see a ghost. Now do the following, remember you are not allow to quite the game…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Place some games that children like to play. It can be basketball, or just toy train. It depends on what ghost you are targeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Activate’ the game. For example, on the toy train, let it to have sound. Bounce the basketball or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now bend over and look at those toys between your legs. Remember, the toys must be still ‘activate’ when you do the “peek-a-stoop”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you see anything? If no, good for you; you are sill safe to enter the next task. If you see something, you won’t read this message already right? Or maybe you just skip this part because you are now in the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Internet World&lt;/span&gt;, it is impossible to do that. Now, if you are still safe and sound, lets go to the second task, it happen in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Internet World&lt;/span&gt;, So you can’t escape…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second task- &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You need to finish all room first before coming back to continue reading. Please kindly on your sound system before you play this game. In the game, you need to find a way to go to the next room. It isn’t easy at all. It is possible if you try. If after 30 minutes you are still stuck at one room, means those ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ is doing something in your computer. How to deal with it? It is up to you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.geocities.com/ykworkplace808/house.htm"&gt;Click here to play the game. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[YK: The ‘thing’ beside me makes noise….]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YK: It getting louder and louder…]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YK: its television. :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation! You made it! I made it! Nothing is impossible! We made it! I did the “Peek-a-stoop” but I see nothing! The movie &lt;the&gt;lie to me, said this will work. Aggghhh,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how is the game? I found it on web and decided to host the whole game myself. Fun? Scary? Have fun! Try not to tell others how to enter the next room. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, got to sleep, it’s late now. Image I type and play this game during mid night time…scary….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112585700035038135?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112585700035038135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112585700035038135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112585700035038135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112585700035038135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/7th-month.html' title='The 7th Month'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112574703773959372</id><published>2005-09-03T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:30:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day- Part III - Teacher VS Cher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/titlecher2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/titlecher2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This will be the last part for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Teachers day”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have gone to a secondary school, you should know what &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;‘Cher’&lt;/span&gt; means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher is a ‘short calling’ of Teacher. I must admit that I am one of them who address teacher as Cher sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think we must respect the teachers by calling teacher and not Cher right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my funny encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“Cher, can go toile or not?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Cher, I don’t know how to do this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“Cher, can give tips of the exam or not?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Cher, can give me one more mark or not?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last by not least…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Cher, this is for you. Happy Cher Day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how the teacher feels when their ‘job title’ got changed by student. Don’t they feel sad? Don’t they feel angry? Or is it they are used to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why don’t we call &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;doctor as tor, dentist as tist, Blogger as ger or prefect as fect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [pronounce as fat].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s image…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/teachernotcher12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/teachernotcher12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/teachernotcher22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/teachernotcher22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/teachernotcher32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/teachernotcher32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/teachernotcher42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/teachernotcher42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now scare or not? Maybe teachers can drag his or her student to one of a fat prefect and force the student to say fat to the prefect…and the student will end up in DC! This might be one of a great solution to stop student calling Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, don’t take it took seriously. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/cherhead1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112574703773959372?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112574703773959372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112574703773959372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112574703773959372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112574703773959372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day-part-iii-teacher-vs-cher.html' title='Teachers Day- Part III - Teacher VS Cher'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112556553104214590</id><published>2005-09-01T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:05:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day- Part II - Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As usual, I did buy some teachers day gifts for my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the &lt;a href="http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day-part-i-mushroom.html"&gt;mushroom&lt;/a&gt; is also consider a teachers day gift by Jie Kun, but I have no idea what happen to the mushroom. He did bring the mushroom yesterday but I don’t know did he really give the mushroom or not. What happen if the teacher receives it? Will she thinks that it is only use for decorate her table never know that there is ‘treasure’ inside the stem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it is none of my business. As what ‘I am not stupid’ movie says: &lt;em&gt;“Whatever things don’t bother me is none of my business’&lt;/em&gt; this will eventually save me from lots of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my gifts for the teachers, I wrapped it nicely and don’t have crazy ideas on the present for example ‘mushroom’. I didn’t personally pass to them except for my co-form teacher and my humanities teacher, the rest was put on their table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about teacher’s day gifts, I did receive two present. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0265.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0268.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I like the most, it’s interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.geocities.com/tanyongkian/BENQ0274.AVI"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;to view the video on how this works. It is AVI format, work in Windows Media Player [Sorry, I know I am not good at video]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don’t play basketball or soccer, I like it. It brings live to my ‘messy working table’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is over thousand of people in Singapore got the same present as me. It cost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$3.90&lt;/span&gt;. Out there in the market there are too many places selling the same thing, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Same thing, and same price.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I was wanted to get the ‘interesting thing’ for one of my teachers when I saw it in a bookshop but because of $ problem I ended up buying some cheap things for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite surprise when they gave me the present. I almost cried, I can feel the water in my eyes, the feeling when I receive the present can’t be described. I wasn’t really their tutor. I am just relieving one of my friend [their tutor] because he is attending a course about teaching and he need to be away and get this chance to let me have a real taste of being a tutor. I just with the kids for about 1 month and today was my last lesson with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think student shouldn’t buy anything to the teachers. The best present that student can give is to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do well in their exam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do their daily work&lt;/span&gt; assign to them. That will already make the teachers happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the first and last gifts&lt;/span&gt;; I might not able to go for my dream, to get employed by government to teacher in a secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the end yet, I still got some other things to post about teacher’s day…Weird I though I made the post funny but I cried instead…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112556553104214590?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112556553104214590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112556553104214590' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112556553104214590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112556553104214590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day-part-ii-gifts.html' title='Teachers Day- Part II - Gifts'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112550433432260632</id><published>2005-08-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:57:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day- Part I - Mushroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I had decided to post a series of teacher and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not because I am not so &lt;em&gt;bo liao &lt;/em&gt;[nothing better to do] but this year there is quite a lot of funny stuff happing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our humanities teacher is our class top hated teacher. Ha! Don’t ask me why. I myself don’t have any idea. I don’t hate any teacher, I am good student, I only hate the principal. Ha! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of Chinese student in our class gave the humanities teacher a Chinese nick name called ‘Mushroom head’. Come on, it doesn’t look like mushroom at all. People had told me that her hair look like mushroom. Come on, why laugh at other people hair. If you have spiky hair, then I call you durian head…will you happy? So everyone, don’t learn what they are doing, giving names for the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://schools.moe.edu.sg/jyss/Dept/Humanities/Humdept.htm"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see our teacher photo. Look for Madam Lee Meng Choo (Subject Head-History), in fact it is the first photo. See? Not like mushroom right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder why I talk about the hair. Reason is because Jie kun came out with an idea for teachers day present…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will give the humanities mushroom related canned food!!! Worst still, it was wrapped like a mushroom also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ03204.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ03213.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 mushroom related canned food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ03252.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ03261.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we use newspaper to wrap it [because not enough $$$]. The canned food will be the stem of the mushroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the newspaper to be it is the head of the mushroom [again, not enough $$$]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ03292.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0337.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, use coloured paper to paste on top of the newspaper. We can’t give a present wrapped by newspaper right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first master piece by Jie kun… Shit! Not nice…like shit like that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YK comes for the rescue!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0346.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YK is trying to save the mushroom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0350.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, YK so smart. Now look like a mushroom, but the ‘head’ look like bun….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ03571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ03571.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom on my table. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0374.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone clever than me, see…they are trying their best to make it look like a mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0375.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da! Finally master piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Free food for teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sam knew about it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Yay! My student going to make durian present for me and the whole staff room will smell like durian! I love Durian, Durian love me!&lt;br /&gt;YK: No, they won’t. But they may bring you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: where?&lt;br /&gt;YK: Esplande! Because your hair style look like esplanade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/druan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/druan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/espande1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/espande1.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Because Sam have spiky hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know its lame. But Sam was laughing non stop. See, my joke is funny; at least to someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112550433432260632?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112550433432260632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112550433432260632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112550433432260632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112550433432260632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day-part-i-mushroom.html' title='Teachers Day- Part I - Mushroom'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112538374622969884</id><published>2005-08-30T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:38:47.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Faris was warded to the hospital because of dengue fever. Hope he recover soon. You know, Dengue fever can kill!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hpb.gov.sg/hpb/haz/haz01145.asp"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;to know more about this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go now. Rushing again…*sigh* by the way I hope you’re like my photographing, very artistic right? Okay, I better stop before you vomit &lt;s&gt;inform&lt;/s&gt; in front [shit! So ma lu...Type using Microsoft Word also can type wrongly…] of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112538374622969884?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112538374622969884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112538374622969884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112538374622969884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112538374622969884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/dengue-fever.html' title='Dengue fever'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112524501319783849</id><published>2005-08-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:03:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In PC, there is an uncle, who well known as Rabbit Uncle. His face don’t look like a Rabbit, nor he likes to eat carrot, but yet people from young to old call him Rabbit Uncle, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rabbit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I started to know Rabbit uncle when I was 11. At that time, being in a big production of a play I was joking around and no seriousness at all. Everybody came to me and lecture me about my playfulness and not serious in my acting except Rabbit Uncle who gives encouraging words. In the production, everybody call him Rabbit Uncle even though none of the scene in the play calls him Rabbit Uncle since it’s a Japanese adapted story, so I follow them and call him Rabbit uncle without knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time when Rabbit Uncle enters the room, all the kids will go to him and ask for sweet, including me. Rabbit Uncle sure will gives sweet to everyone without fail and even have some tricks to the kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I found out why people call him Rabbit Uncle, it’s all because of one aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aunty is very bad in pronouncing English names, and Rabbit Uncle’s real name is David. We should call him David Uncle, not Rabbit Uncle. That aunty calls David ‘Rabbit Uncle’ because David is too difficult to pronoun for her. So people began to call David as Rabbit Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that on, I told myself don’t call him Rabbit Uncle anymore, must respect other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time when by, I began to grow up and start to busy with my own work, haven’t seen Rabbit Uncle for a long time until yesterday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit Uncle just sitting behind me in lecture hall yesterday in PC, when I saw him, a magical force had brings me to said “David Uncle’. From years I called him Rabbit Uncle, this magical force had changed everything. That’s something I don’t usually do, sudden change of calling other people name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the post, nothing is impossible, must respect other people &amp; how bad Singaporean pronunciation is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I know this post is not funny but I am almost running out of funny ideas. So any ideas please post it at the comment area or the tag board. :) I will love your!]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112524501319783849?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112524501319783849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112524501319783849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112524501319783849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112524501319783849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/rabbit-uncle.html' title='Rabbit Uncle'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112517410196264095</id><published>2005-08-28T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T04:21:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milky, forgiveness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wish I could seek for forgiveness. Maybe forever, it will remain like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years ago, I am a ‘got nothing better to do’ guy. I went to people website, steal their idea, worst still, I just simply copy and paste their whole content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a Neopet player [I seldom play now because of workload] I joined a guild call Mystical Garden of Neopia using a sub account. Then on my main account I create a guild which exactly the same content as theirs. Within days staff of Mystical Garden of Neopia and I got baned from the guild so on and so fore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the staff there, &lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;milky&lt;/a&gt; is from Singapore too. From the start I know her in the guild, I read her &lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, tag her blog but after that ‘copy’ accident, she hated me a lot. So I become anonymous reader of her blog. I got to know she got into university and blah, blah, blah. Until one time, she posted something and I tag at her tag-board. I ended being ‘scolded’. Some of my friends got to know about it and start to SPAM at her tag-board. In the end, she posted an entry about me and my friends saying that we are immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop tagging at her blog but still continue to read her blog. To be honest, I like her work, her blog template, how to code her website, the style she write her blog, &lt;a href="http://petpages.neopets.com/~vanilla_532"&gt;how to teach people HTML&lt;/a&gt; and etc. And it is still until now, no change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, I start to tag at the blog I read like &lt;a href="http://valeon.blogspot.com/"&gt;壁虎’s blog &lt;/a&gt;[yea, right, its lizard’s blog…Just kidding], and etc. Somehow or rather, in a coincident, I tag at &lt;a href="http://www.dreamyyears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Milky’s friend blog&lt;/a&gt;. Without knowing, I had read this blog for quite some time. And never know that she is Milky’s friend. I tagged her blog. And today I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/milkytaghurts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/milkytaghurts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my shock of my life, how can Milky knows? After fully checking, I found out that the site link to Milky blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, Milky added my in MSN; I accepted it and she ask me to remove her link in my blog. I agreed, while I removing, she signed off, properly blocked me. I was wanted to ask for forgiveness, but I don’t get the chance. Maybe she still thinks that I am still a naught boy as last time. Maybe she might think that I am still immature. I don’t know, maybe she forever never forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/link1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/link1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish to say that, everyone will change from time to time. Wish to seek for forgiveness and got the permission to read and tag her blog just like 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112517410196264095?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112517410196264095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112517410196264095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112517410196264095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112517410196264095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/milky-forgiveness.html' title='Milky, forgiveness...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112508197608759009</id><published>2005-08-27T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:46:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have my Oral today. When I told Mono about it, the first thing come to his mind is Oral sex. That’s how dirty- minded NS men is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my oral examination today, where the examiner will give a passage, a picture and the last thing, conversation with the examiner and of course, not oral sex examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember JC told us about she is the examiner for ‘N’ level English Oral this year. And somehow one of the classes was so polite. Everyone greet the examiner and stand there until the examiner asks him or her to sit down. In the end of the exam, they will say “Hope you have a nice day.” Ha! And the whole class says the same thing, thinking that that will gives them some help, which common sense tells us that the teacher is the one who taught them this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sam about it and ask him this question “If lets say you didn’t know me and you just happen to be my ‘N’ level examiner, will you give me more marks because I greet and wish you?” and here is the reply…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will help you to pass if your marks are failing by few marks; in other words, will try to pass you but not to give you flying colour marks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s everyone pray that Sam is not your Chinese examiner for Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sam says that those things will only bring the examiner good impression of the student and will not really help much. The main thing is you can read and talk in Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam also says that English Oral is easier than Chinese and ask me to score well in English Oral. &lt;em&gt;[How can a Chinese teacher support other Language?]&lt;/em&gt; He says” English at least you can guess the pronunciation by breaking the words, but in Chinese if you don’t know how to read that word you can’t guess it by breaking the words.” But I think Chinese is much easier then English. I mean in English you need to pronounce‘s’, ‘ed’ and etc. But in Chinese all the words appear is something we learn before, no reason for us not knowing how to read the words. In the end, we got a MSN fight about Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I had been cursing my examiner from afternoon until now. Talk to a lot of people telling them how she tests me. It is really bad. The first section, “Reading passage” is quite ok; at least she let me finish reading the whole passage, but the rest not. For the second section, “Picture Description” she just happily cut my lines. Sam told me that I need to make two to 3 inference of the picture and he checked with his friends who teach English that I die also need to said one of the person I in the picture might thinking. When I looked at the picture, I was so exited and thinking that what Sam and my English teacher, JC taught me can apply here and there. I did apply those things in the exam, but the examiner annoyed me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, as I said, just happily cut my lines and ask question. Let’s take an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The lady in the background might be thinking that the durian is excellent so&lt;br /&gt;Examiner: so what do you think the guy at the left might be thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? I haven’t finished my lines. I was wanted to say “so she shows a thumb up sign for the photographer.” And this doesn’t only happen one time, it happens a lot of times for both second section and third section, “conversation”. And it believes that when the teacher asks you question, they will minus marks. Even Sam told me that die also must not have the examiner to have a chance to open their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/teachmoutho3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/teachmoutho3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Examiner, can you let me finish first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Die, going to fail my Oral, all thanks to the examiner, interrupt me for no reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112508197608759009?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112508197608759009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112508197608759009' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112508197608759009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112508197608759009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/oral.html' title='Oral'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112499078763818989</id><published>2005-08-26T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:26:27.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is believe that when you got sore eyes, it will spread through ways like looking at other people’s eyes, gem spread by touching the eyes and also you will get sore eyes if you watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my eyes got red again. People were joking around saying that I look at porn again last night. Hey! I am lack of sleep, not watching porn last night! It is scary when people come to you and said “Hey, you watch porn last night har, nice or not?” -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I still went to school today, knowing that I will take back two of my test paper. But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school discipline master come to me and talk to me about my eyes and almost wanted me to go home. I though there is something wrong with my dressing or what and he come to me to punish me. Ha! This shows that discipline master is not as bad as what we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, there were two groups of people. One wanted me to look at their eyes and other group wanted me to go home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group A: “YongKian, look at my eyes. So I no need to go to school once I got sore eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group B: “Go home lah you idiot, don’t you know it will spread? You want everyone to get it then you happy is it? Idiot, go home now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was in a difficult situation. One wanted me to go home and other want me to look at their eyes because they dieing not to go to school. So for people who doesn’t want to go to school in the next few days, I got something for you. For people who want to go to school, just skip the next part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ02852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ02852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The photo of my sore eyes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since it is believe that it will spread by looking at the eyes, why not look at the photo and maybe you will get sore eyes in the next day. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other group, I know they are dieing me not to go to school but sad to say I have to because of exams. So maybe, I might buy sunglasses for the rest because it is also believe that sunglasses will block the germs away. I am not wearing it because I don’t look shuai (handsome) if I wear sunglasses but the rest of the class would. So I might buy the following for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store1.yimg.com/I/wcc-store_1857_3936536"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://store1.yimg.com/I/wcc-store_1857_3936536" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will see me selling my body…no, no, no…it’s my arts[singing, of course] at the street because each sunglasses cost over $30 if I am going to buy Orange County Choppers Sunglasses for your.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, hope you get your sore eyes/ excited to receive your super expensive sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112499078763818989?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112499078763818989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112499078763818989' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112499078763818989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112499078763818989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/sore-eyes.html' title='Sore Eyes'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112480729527941899</id><published>2005-08-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:28:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr? Mrs? Mdm?: Mr Tan Yong Kian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Recently, I have been call as “Mr. Tan Y.K” or just simply “Mr. Tan”, it is something I don’t like, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies, clubs and etc had mail me or E-mail me about their membership, offer and all stupid nonsense. Sometimes I wonder “who is the stupid idiot to invent those names Mr, Mrs, Madam and etc”, I find it too formal and I am someone who don’t like to be formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like few months ago, I went back to the family business’s office because grandfather wants me to learn something. People start to call me Mr. Tan or boss’s eldest grandson, I just simply hate it and ask them to call my YongKian or just YK will do. They were very nice; they start to call me the way I like however…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My aunty is not happy about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She says "office have office image, how can you ask them to call your name instate of the formal ones? Blah, Blah, Blah…all the stupid long lectures to me. = ( ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* is not that I don’t want people to call me Mr. Tan, it seem to be like only people with super high rank in position and etc will called Mr. and etc. For me, a young little boy who still learn from the world does not have that fortune to let people address me as Mr. , Never ever will it happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Immigration Authority letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And also, those government authorities also like to address people Mr. and Mrs. too. This few months I need to do some paper work, interview and etc by the Immigration Authority. They are very likely to address me as Mr. Tan which something I don’t like, but some call me “boy” as if I am still 10 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even letters send by authorities address me as “Mr Tan Yong Kian”. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why not donkey Tan Yong Kian? Why not Pig Tan Yong Kian? Who is the stupid idiot came out with the Mr, Mrs and etc? It will only cause the brain cell to be use in this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I still don’t understand…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112480729527941899?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112480729527941899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112480729527941899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112480729527941899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112480729527941899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/mr-mrs-mdm-mr-tan-yong-kian.html' title='Mr? Mrs? Mdm?: Mr Tan Yong Kian'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112463789941122178</id><published>2005-08-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:24:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>乐得清闲</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Just bear with me for this short “work post” and for some Chinese here and there, I will get it translated soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;这个周末，我&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;乐得清闲&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;。 不是因为我没有事情做，而是很想休息。自己 start to feel 累, 很想休息一下。下周有滿多 test 的, 我也有学生的作业要批改， 可是因為自己累所以休息一下。我不是要&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;得过且过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，我只是真的很想休息一下。 明天有一個 History Test, 可是我都没有讀到。 这个周末我不断地和自己说， &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;休息是要走更长的路&lt;/span&gt;。可是現在有点自欺但時間不可以 go back。 我不可以回頭了， why not just let it like this？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;这周末休息一下，還來的是自欺和后悔。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;After writing the whole thing, I notice that is my English here and there, not Chinese here and there. Ha! I will get it translated soon, or you may want to translate for me? = )&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112463789941122178?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112463789941122178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112463789941122178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112463789941122178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112463789941122178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='乐得清闲'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112455041993926194</id><published>2005-08-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:06:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part time teacher = tutor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got this in my inbox; you know who you are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/rply1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/rply1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what if I am part time teacher? I should say a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tutor &lt;/span&gt;only. Come on, teacher not fun to be. You will get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;high blood pressure&lt;/span&gt; when you super young and start to have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hair lose&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only dream is to be full time NIE trained, government employed school teacher, and maybe I am only got to teach ABC only. This is a long way to go, maybe only in 7 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some dreams in mind, some can earn me lots and lots of money and some is satisfaction is your salary…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Teacher: ten cent per minute&lt;br /&gt;Accountant: forty cent per minute&lt;br /&gt;Chief: five to one hundred cent per minute (depend how good am I, how famous am I)&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: unknown (I know I can’t be because I am not good at playing police and thief game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I had quitted that stupid job long ago, I want to forces on my study. I call it stupid not because I don’t like that job, it just that the parents are too annoying, they got thousand of request to make! Also, I don’t want to be like this one day on the street: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/teachb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/teachb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/teacha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/teacha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To clear things up, is &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don’t want them not they don’t want me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;[The truth is the other way round].&lt;/em&gt; The only student I have now is a primary one student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112455041993926194?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112455041993926194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112455041993926194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112455041993926194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112455041993926194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/part-time-teacher-tutor.html' title='Part time teacher = tutor'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112446656134968468</id><published>2005-08-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:52:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>*If you are looking for funny part only, skip the first 2 paragraphs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I realise that I haven’t been blogging much recently, the power of work had made me went crazy. In fact, I didn’t get more than 3 hours of sleep this week everyday due to test and preparation of thousand of stuff.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I thought I can take a rest during weekends but too man things need to settle. The Pc, Student division is coming to my house [maybe I always never go for PC’s student meeting] and I need to prepare some stuff. And just today, it is announce that there is history test next money and I got 48 pages of notes to study. How am I going to survive?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today ending the school is quite funny. The class already ‘suffer’ from depression due to next Monday there will be a history retest for the whole class. And at the end of the lesson, I announce something:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;JC: YongKian got something to announce from the Chinese Teacher.&lt;br/&gt;*me, very worry, scare giving the class more sadness.*&lt;br/&gt;YK: next Monday there will be a Chinese test.&lt;br/&gt;Class: !@#$%^&amp;* [some pretend that they want to throw chair at me]&lt;br/&gt;Person A: Pretend you never announce can?&lt;br/&gt;Person B: !@#$%^&amp;* The teacher is crazy is it!&lt;br/&gt;JC: it’s the Chinese teacher not YongKian fault…&lt;br/&gt;YK: it’s Listening comprehension…&lt;br/&gt;Class: Chey….&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ha! Ha! Going to post other stuff soon : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112446656134968468?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112446656134968468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112446656134968468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112446656134968468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112446656134968468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112404032666780256</id><published>2005-08-15T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:30:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN 7.5</title><content type='html'>I had been using MSN Messenger for a long time. Today I decided to take the risk, download MSN Messenger 7.5 BETA (Testing), it will release to the public in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expected to have major changes in MSN Messenger. The login screen give a very good start, your display picture will display in login screen if you click remember me and had login using that computer previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/msn751edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/msn751edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New MSN Messenger Login screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too excited to click “Sign in” to see the new login in process screen, to my disappointment, the MSN mascot is still playing merry go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/msn752edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/msn752edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t MSN mascot grow up? Now they should at least change the merry go round thing to something else. Maybe running, skipping, eating or blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* maybe the programmer is only a 7 year old kid. [MSN 7.5 mah. lets said every version they grow up 1 year old, now they should be 7 year and 6 month old]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112404032666780256?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112404032666780256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112404032666780256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112404032666780256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112404032666780256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/msn-75.html' title='MSN 7.5'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112387559194166720</id><published>2005-08-13T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:39:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 cent coin</title><content type='html'>*sigh* can’t show all of you the photos for NDP. I need to wait for next month to upload things again in Flickr because I am a free user. I can’t upgrade my account because I don’t have credit card and I can’t sign up for Pay Pal. Idiot isn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the money to upgrade a lot of things and I got the money to do a lot of stuff, yet I can’t really do much because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0240.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got a lot of $0.01 coins and not notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I went to a coffee shop and I decided to buy coffee since I am super sleepy. I only have one $50 note and lots of 1 cent coins. The stupid coffee which tastes not nice cost me $0.60. I can’t pay the cashier $50 note just to pay a $0.60 right? If not I will carrying a lot of notes in my wallet so I give that cashier all 1 cent coins and I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/scold11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/scold11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded by that bloody cashier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, 1 cent coin also money, why don’t they just accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/money11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" height="49" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/money11.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latter on, people had telling me that 1 cent coin had already extinct in Singapore, they no long make one cent coin and print $1 note anymore. That’s mean they had become History of Singapore. No wonder bloody cashier doesn’t accept 1 cent coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/ykanbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/ykanbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why I still receiving 1 cent coins from supermarkets and etc. Somehow my things will ended up to be $XX. X2. And I will end up getting other 8 cents from the supermarket. Maybe all thanks to the Singapore 5% GST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t use my $1 note and my 1 cent coins, I will be over $100 poorer! Die, I can’t be poor, I don’t want to ask money in food court. Oh, even people give those 1 cent coins to beggars and charity right? How the Charity deal with all the 1 cent coins? Is it gets gold-plated office bathroom fittings, just like NKF? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people will start to see me in the interchange singing and dancing to earn more money to cover the cost I lose from 1 cent and $1 note. Or maybe the bank allows me to bank in coins if I just go to their counter? Anyone have any ideas? Die, I am going to be dame bloody idiot beggar soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112387559194166720?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112387559194166720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112387559194166720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112387559194166720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112387559194166720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/1-cent-coin.html' title='1 cent coin'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112360583211020763</id><published>2005-08-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:44:33.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will blog about NDP tomorrow because I need to sleep early. Tomorrow I need to go for a health check at the don’t know where so must sleep early, if not tomorrow I will become a panda bear again. Not the size, but the eye. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will upload lots of photos and here is my wish to Singapore, Happy 40TH Birthday SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112360583211020763?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112360583211020763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112360583211020763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112360583211020763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112360583211020763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112352937155347865</id><published>2005-08-09T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T03:29:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JYSS Food &amp; Fun Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;[8 August 2005]&lt;/span&gt; is the school cerebration for National Day. Did take lots of photo, and will upload some in this entry. If you saw your face here, I didn’t mean it; so here, a sorry in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Entry Part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can preview the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/"&gt;Whole Complete Set&lt;/a&gt; [Included Part II &amp; III] (52 Photos, might be more) in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/show/"&gt;Sideshow&lt;/a&gt;, brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. If you are viewing it by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt;, you can even leave comments! It is recommended to view both &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/show/"&gt;Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Food and Fun Fair was great! And our class is doing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="300" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32321791_3c02abf4a9.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunted House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image now is 7th month, Hungry Ghost Month and yet we are doing Hunted House. Ha! Oh well, we did Hunted House for 3 years, this years is the Final due to the fact that next year we can’t do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="300" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32324605_76843cfe33.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We are back! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32319471_f0d347bbfd.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Q is long, very long. Lots of people ‘Q’ing up to enter the Hunted House, it is so long that it makes a long Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32319470_26dffce6f9.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use this red bottle to keep our collected coupon. There is a picture stick onto the bottle. Go to Flickr to view the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/"&gt;complete set &lt;/a&gt;of photos. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32324601_374ca61f23.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a kid wanted to enter the Hunted House too. This kid is from a centre and they are invited from the school. After h came out from the Hunted House, I asked him scae or not and he reply no. He didn't cry nor scream. Ha! I want to bring him home..Don’t you think he look cute? Go to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; to view more photos on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32324604_45a51b2434.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, 8 people at a time. But the last group…I think the last group had over 30 people due to we wanted to ‘close’ the Hunted House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32327108_9ec1a9462e.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with the camera, after the Hunted House when we doing our cleaning up, all the photos on it are blur, is it because…Let don’t think too much and scare ourselves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32327145_bb9259addf.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Hunted house is super bloody hot. Thank goodness the fan save the “ghost’s day”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32327147_d6bc49d399.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the room have sun light enter the room. The room is back to a normal Classroom again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*You can preview the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/"&gt;Whole Complete Set&lt;/a&gt; [Included Part I &amp; III] (52 Photos, might be more) in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/show/"&gt;Sideshow&lt;/a&gt;, brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. If you are viewing it by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt;, you can even leave comments! It is recommended to view both &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/show/"&gt;Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32321520_c39dbbdb8c.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl’s class is doing photo thing. They will take photo then they will put some words in the photo and print it. Well it only cost $1.50, cheaper than the chicken rice. However, the printing wasn’t very good but they mange to collect over $100+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32321520_c39dbbdb8c.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl doing some stuff. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32321521_9a932a604a.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wen is in charge of computer editing. They didn’t use Photoshop, just MS Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32327103_02f341d3a6.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After printing they need the photo to dry fast, just like you want your hair to dry fast. They use what you use for your hair to dry the photo faster. Ha! Funny or lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Part III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*You can preview the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/"&gt;Whole Complete Set &lt;/a&gt;[Included Part I &amp; II] (52 Photos, might be more) in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/show/"&gt;Sideshow&lt;/a&gt;, brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. If you are viewing it by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt;, you can even leave comments! It is recommended to view both &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/show/"&gt;Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32311998_082342a350.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have to buy $5 coupon. This year Coupon is much better than previous years as it is not easily to be torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32319473_45cdc8292c.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Fun Fair was super great. Lots of people buy food and playing games. This is seldom see in school like ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32319474_e1a3ded956.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let have fun by playing games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32339184_de86b49a53.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think all the games are childish? Just shop around in the food area. But just remember to exercise after eating lots of food. And of course drink lots of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32321523_ba2b37ecad.jpg?v=0" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was shopping around, I saw this, Selling sock, $1 per pair. I wanted to buy but I don’t wear white sock while outside. And for school, they want a ‘JSS’ Logo. So forget it. But does sock fall under food or fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all. Hope you can go and preview the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/"&gt;Whole Complete Set &lt;/a&gt;[Included Part I, II&amp; III] (52 Photos, might be more) in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/32307875/in/set-719656/"&gt;web page &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sg_yk/sets/719656/show/"&gt;Sideshow&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112352937155347865?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112352937155347865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112352937155347865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112352937155347865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112352937155347865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/jyss-food-fun-fair.html' title='JYSS Food &amp; Fun Fair'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112348707279462479</id><published>2005-08-08T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:47:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog no good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I had been reading my past entry and found out something, my blog is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no a good &amp; lively blog any more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t get much visitor now, even they come, they just tag only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them giving suggestion and comment about my blog and how should I improve on them. Maybe I should use some of their idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the points of me blogging everyday life about school work? In the further if I read it, I don’t found any happiness, or maybe just have one thing in mind, &lt;em&gt;“Last time I am super hard working”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my blog to bring me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happiness, not sadness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want it to reflect on my surrounding environment and myself. That is what I create my blog in the very first place that is why blogging become &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a habit, a hobby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I used to have lots of people reading my blog, giving &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;advice &amp;amp; comment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about me and lead me to the correct path. If not, the person blogging now is a bad guy and might land in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone had this idea given to me to brighten my everyday life, just because she knows that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am stressing every minutes, every second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says: &lt;em&gt;“Your life so stress and your blog is your hobby, why not you end you day by blogging something funny. Instead of blogging your stressing life, blog your life in funny way and think of jokes or something to make us happy, if not I will bored to death because your work is like everyday thing.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, now, just blog something funny next time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112348707279462479?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112348707279462479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112348707279462479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112348707279462479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112348707279462479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-no-good.html' title='Blog no good'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112334317195370112</id><published>2005-08-06T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:46:11.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I know I haven’t been blogging for days, but I got no choice, I got too many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday my eyes got worst. When I wake up at 4am, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can’t even open my eyes&lt;/span&gt;. It is that painful. Some teachers told me that I shouldn’t go to school, and some was like amazed by me coming to school with such super blood-red eyes. It’s painful, One teacher told me this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“YongKian, I can’t believe that you still can come to school with your eyes like that!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But what can I do? I can’t be going to the doctor and take and leave from school right? I don’t really like to get leave from school, I hate that. No matter what, I will still force myself to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 hours&lt;/span&gt; of sleep last night 9pm to today morning. It’s great, and my eyes are getting better even though it is still red. I have not been sleeping long hours for a long time and I know the best treatment is to sleep! So I am going to sleep like a pig for the nest few days in order to get into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good condition&lt;/span&gt; for the coming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAM WAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not for tonight, tomorrow I have to go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paya Lebra Cisco, PC&lt;/span&gt;. The thing I am going for held every first Sunday of the month and I die also need to go. Actually, tomorrow I should go with some schoolmate to [don’t know where] with the accompany with Mr. Wong. I think is going to the president place or something, but I am going to miss it! Oh well, lets don’t be too sad. Who tell me every time got so many things crash together. Maybe my fate just doesn’t want me to go. *sigh* quite disappointed, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that girl&lt;/span&gt; is going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still need to think of some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drama Club stuff&lt;/span&gt;, I am running out of idea. Ha! No choice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfectionist is always wanting to be PERFECT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112334317195370112?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112334317195370112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112334317195370112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112334317195370112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112334317195370112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112291731898520048</id><published>2005-08-02T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:28:38.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TA [Term Assignment exam] falls on this month and I got busier just to study for it. Honestly I am worry that I might not do well. I prepare for the exam, but people said I don’t have to, due to the fact that TA stand low marks in overall percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care! I want to earn every single mark I can. No matter how bad my eyes are, how doctor nag me to get enough sleep, I don’t care! How can your ask me to sleep peacefully when TA is coming. Whenever close my eyes, I think of the marks. As well wake up study until I fall asleep so not to waste any time. That is what I do for the pass few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have 3 TA this week, 2 in this Wednesday and one in Thursday. How can your ask me to sleep peacefully now? Biology, the new teacher doesn’t accept spelling error, spelling error will not reward you any marks for that question. And as everyone knows, I am not good in spelling out words. More of all, biology have all sort of weird words and name. How am I going to survive? I am not smart as other in my class, they no need to study will still get them a passing grades with flying colour. But for me, I need to study much harder than them to get the same grade as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still working on my foundation, some of the basic thing I am still not clear! How? Why education system is like a war, a war that’s everyone fight for that position. But why, why some of them just don’t bother, don’t ever care that small little marks, yet can help them to pass or get better grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I get the sleep? Maybe, after the war, I might not take it any longer, and choose to sleep forever in the graveyard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112291731898520048?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112291731898520048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112291731898520048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112291731898520048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112291731898520048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/ta.html' title='TA'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112282280941800839</id><published>2005-07-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:13:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GirlFriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is a topic that I always avoid when it comes to discussion and etc. but today, I would like to talk about this in my blog. Really, I am now kind of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, my mom said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: “Ah boy, you should get a girlfriend. So that you can revise your studies with her…”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Ah ya, I got no money to support my girlfriend la.” &lt;em&gt;[Oh please, I don’t have the money to support her.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: “Then get a rich girl lorh.” &lt;em&gt;[Then just get a rich girl to be your girlfriend]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Where got guy spend girl’s money one?” &lt;em&gt;[Where will guy spend girl’s money?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: “Got, TV serial always like that one.”&lt;em&gt; [Got, the TV serial storyline have this.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me&lt;em&gt;: Action:*Keep quite…*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;isn’t &lt;/span&gt;the first time. From time to time, she will say “Ah boy, got girlfriend must bring home and have dinner to let me and papa sees hor.”&lt;em&gt; [Boy, when got a girlfriend, you must bring home and let’s have dinner together so I and your father can have a look.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, having a girlfriend is like an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;impossible mission&lt;/span&gt; for me. No girls will like me, I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lack of fate&lt;/span&gt;. Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; someone likes me, I might kindly reject her. But which girls will like me, unless their eyes are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blink&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;outdated, I don’t watch movie, and I don’t go out to shopping malls, arcade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t have&lt;/span&gt; muscle, I am not handsome, if there is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore ugliest guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I am sure the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If anyone like me, Singapore will have snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, there is some people said that I like a girl who is a student councils. Yes, I agree that she is pretty in my standard, she is rich, she is good, nice, kind, helpful, but she like someone else&lt;em&gt;[I guess]&lt;/em&gt;, and thousand of people  will waiting to be her boyfriend &lt;em&gt;[I guess]&lt;/em&gt;. When a girl is thinking of choosing a boyfriend between me and other guys, me will be always the last option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, when we have our break, that girl treated me breakfast. Then she said she want the soup of the dish I brought. Yes, it fine but she gave me back the ingredient in the soup. Common sense tells me that she needs to eat the ingredients since this come from her pocket and she is thin. I told her to take back and she should eat more because she is thin. But when friends around us saw it, they said we are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;. [Or something likes that] Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know how the feeling of love is like. I know my cousin, classmate; friends have now in or have relationship before. Last week, one of my classmates saw me after waiting outside that girl’s classroom&lt;em&gt; [actually I was waiting for someone, not that girl]&lt;/em&gt; and she said that she had already got over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80 relationship&lt;/span&gt;, something that surprise me. How can people so open, I don’t even have my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first lover,&lt;/span&gt; non given my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first kiss&lt;/span&gt; yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did, my computer, printers and etc. but now get serious, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are not human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Ha! No, I will still care them and love them but the thing is they can’t be my girlfriend or wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, with some mixed feeling. Worry due to some of them said that if by the age I am having now still don’t have any relationship, I maybe not normal. Not normal in the sense that I like the same gender as me. Ha! I am afraid I am not. No, I don’t like guy or girl. Ha! And stress is because my mom is keep saying that! Whenever I heard the word &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“girlfriend”&lt;/span&gt;, I will try to escape, someone from my class said I have an open minded mother who agree on relationship. But his mother has been quarrel with him about having a girlfriend. I so wish to exchange mother to let my mother have a taste of her son have a girlfriend. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe give me other&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 3 to 5 years&lt;/span&gt; and everything must go with fate. No fate, that’s it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112282280941800839?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112282280941800839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112282280941800839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112282280941800839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112282280941800839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/girlfriend.html' title='GirlFriend'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112274380130012042</id><published>2005-07-31T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:16:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It’s funny, few days ago is my left eyes, now is my right eye. It’s painful, but not as painful as few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I never follow doctor advice, throw the eye dropper away once my eyes recover. See, if I follow doctor advice, I might need to spend &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$28&lt;/span&gt; again. Never trust the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I having eyes problem? This worries me a lot right now. Who will have red eyes every few days? And now my version is blur, unclear, am I going to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;? Oh well, maybe I should get more sleep, that all! But is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 hour of sleep&lt;/span&gt; still not enough? I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had sleeping like pigs already&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, maybe like what doctor said, need to have 6 hours of sleeping, but the problem is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;does my work load allow me to&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 Term Assignment&lt;/span&gt; next week, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two fall on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, no time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see my time planner, its full, no more space to write more things to it. Maybe a computer planner is good, but where can I get a free one? I got one just now but only allow me to enter 10 tasks to it for free version, it is not enough, and I got more than 100 things running every month. No, I am serious; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got over 100 things running in a month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is painful whenever I look at things and close my eyes, even blinking of eyes can feel the pain. Why is my body torturing me like that? I hate my body! I want to leave this body! Eh…what the hell I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain doesn’t work properly, maybe due to can’t see properly. Oh please help, I still got lots of things to do by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work load never end, same goes to my pain of my eyes never gives a break for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112274380130012042?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112274380130012042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112274380130012042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112274380130012042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112274380130012042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/eye.html' title='Eye'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112266172442507370</id><published>2005-07-30T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T02:28:44.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Blog NO Evil! I am now worried about my content in my blog. &lt;a href="http://it.asia1.com.sg/newsdaily/news003_20050516.html"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;to read the news. Even password protected won’t help? Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Miss JC is also reading &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/"&gt;Mr. Brown&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;XiaXue&lt;/a&gt; blog also. Ha! But me reading more blog than her I guess. Everyday I spend about one or two hours reading. Nah, it took away my sleeping time only. I don’t read it when I am in big project or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://willythecop.blogspot.com/2005/07/s-national-day-dance-mtv.html"&gt;Ah Fong had created a MTV base on this year Singapore theme song&lt;/a&gt;. Ha! They are saying that the dance and MTV is not nice. Warning to them, don’t let Taufit fans know about it, if not… you know, girls can do anything when they are crazy and most of the Taufit fans is girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am thinking of change my template. Change it to other template taken from blog skins. Nah, I had fulfilled my objective of creating this template, people don’t ask me to make template for them. Just basically, when they see this template, they think I am not good about it so…Ha! I had reached. I know, because long time no one ask me to make a template for them until now. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just the change the template for a while, and get a domain and web space and last by not least using ‘WordPress’ to blog. Domain per year is SGD$18 and 30MB web space will cost SGD$4. What do you think? Will it last? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I need your comment. I know my dear friend don’t tag in blog anymore. Now they had turn to email commenting so that they will not get into trouble with laws and etc. *sigh* blog no evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your email of comment, please tell me what you think about the following:&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth to have web space with domain for my blog?&lt;br /&gt;What should the theme be (please, no more YKWorkPlace)&lt;br /&gt;What else you want to see other than blog?&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am now acting…but please tell me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about my money matter, I will settle it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, back to famous Blogger in Singapore. Everyone heard of &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/"&gt;Mr. Brown&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;XiaXue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bigfuck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Big F***&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myveryownglob.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Miyagi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrow.sg"&gt;Tomorrow SG&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://limzhiyang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Singapore official porn site&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://singabloodypore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Singabloodypore,&lt;/a&gt; and much more! Those famous Blogger made Singapore proud! But it is surprise that most of the people in my class don’t read it till today… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, this is just other nonsense entry. No meaning behind it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: even names like "Big F***", "Singapore official pron site", their content are very "Disney", meaning it is safe, not pron or stuff like that. It just a title of their blog. Ha! Rating General for everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112266172442507370?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112266172442507370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112266172442507370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112266172442507370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112266172442507370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112256733602970611</id><published>2005-07-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:15:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today wake up at 7.15, by that time I should be in school in the parade square. But I was on MC, my eyes is still in pain. And also it will spread, I don’t want other people suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking me not to go to school is like asking me go and die. I have been so bored, thinking of some work in school. Oh man, I miss my 4&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sided classrooms&lt;/span&gt;, I miss the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;canteen food&lt;/span&gt;, and I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my work&lt;/span&gt;! I sure today they did a lot of things, get ready to be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; busy mode&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, even fever I will still go to school. Unless it had gone to the case that I don’t even have the strength to walk. But my eyes was red yesterday, and the teachers show their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; by asking would I want to go home and ask me to see a doctor after school, which I don’t really wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home; wash my eyes with some solution found at home. And think it because my eyes are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tidy or I don’t get enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;. So went to sleep just hoping when I wake up everything will be fine. But that was not the case; it had gone worst and my mom start nagging at me asking me to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said is because of some infection, and maybe with lack of sleep. It had been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt; that I have less than&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 3 hours of sleeping hour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, please have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at least 6 hours of sleep everyday&lt;/span&gt; to get fully charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better finish prepare tomorrow lesson. Now I have left at most 5 hours of sleeping time. *sigh* YK never learn the lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112256733602970611?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112256733602970611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112256733602970611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112256733602970611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112256733602970611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/mc.html' title='MC'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112248622801631233</id><published>2005-07-28T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:43:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-No Title-</title><content type='html'>It had been busy days so far for the week; I still can hold the weight of the work load. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to miss a lot of classes tomorrow, due to conjunctivitis. The doctor said if I die also want to go to school, I might spread to all the people in my class. Ha! I think the gem will first attack Dzul. “Attack! Attack!” Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said because I don’t get enough rest, eyes infection then my eyes turn red. Oh well, for the whole day my eyes was so painful. Thank goodness it’s now better, but still painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during Drama I have a great time eating. Ha! Image I ate 5 slices of pizza and 1 slices of cake, with some drinks, chips and some other food. Ha! Ha! Mrs Daniel was like “YK, you can eat so much” or something. Don’t you know YK love to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I saw a chocolate “fountain”. Liquid form that had seen on “chocolat” movie. Oh my god! Chocolate! Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want Chocolate! I want Chocolate! I want Chocolate! I want Chocolate!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Ha! The happiness of chocolate can’t easily said b words. Especially when you got those kinds that are heavenly nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing much to blog. No, it is I can’t blog too much because of my eyes. I got a lot of things to say about volcano. Yes, volcano, but is YK Human Volcano. A warning signal had send that volcano is going to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112248622801631233?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112248622801631233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112248622801631233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112248622801631233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112248622801631233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-title.html' title='-No Title-'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112222667988904854</id><published>2005-07-25T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:47:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did some test..</title><content type='html'>Did some test about myslef. Ha! Very funny but almost saying things that are true about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: May 25&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 25th day of the month (7 energy) modifies your life path by giving you some special interest in technical, scientific, or other complex and often hard to understand subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may become something of a perfectionist and a stickler for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thinking is logical and intuitive, rational and responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings may run deep, but you are not very likely to let them show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday makes you a more private person, more introspective and perhaps more inflexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendships you are very cautious and reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably inventive, and given to unique approaches and solutions.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is very true about me? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language I should learn is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Chinese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/chinese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised? You shouldn't be - Chinese is perfect for an ambitious person like you.&lt;br /&gt;You're a natural entrepreneur, and a billion people are waiting to do business with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;People see me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/peoplesee/serious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112222667988904854?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112222667988904854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112222667988904854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112222667988904854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112222667988904854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/did-some-test.html' title='Did some test..'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112215337153931663</id><published>2005-07-24T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T05:16:11.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw Hitler, I cried for something, I am : - ( all because of Flag Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/050724/5/singapore159500.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(click the link), I find that it really affect me during the Flag Day today. It never been so worst, all thanks to NKF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today was a horrible day during the Flag Day, believe me. In the news it says “out of 10, one will stop to put coins.” But for me, out of 20, 30 none of them want to stop! I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;insulted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the public just because I am in a Flag Day. Please, I am just a student, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stuck between&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the school and the community service. And I did approach everybody I saw and ask &lt;em&gt;“would you like to donate some money to this community service that help the needy children for special child care, help old people to look for housing and etc.”&lt;/em&gt; if you don’t pity those people, just pity me because I don’t get a drink for that whole three hours under hot sun saying the same thing again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a habit of standing outside the lottery shop and ask for donation, it used to work but not for now. Last time when I stand outside, when people come out of the shop after placing the bets or something, they will put in some donation, just hopping that the small little donation will make them strike lottery or something. So when they place some donation, I will said something like “hope you strike lottery” to make those old lady and uncles happier. But now, after stand outside the shop don’t know for how long, none of them wanted to donate. That is how bad it really was. Still, my donation bag only has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is donated by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I move to Bus interchange to try my luck, I also have other habit of asking people on ‘Q’ for donation. You know, they are stuck in the ‘Q’, they can’t run away but said no thanks if they don’t wish to donate. And they have plenty of time digging out the money to donate. I always get lots of money from people on ‘Q’, not people who alighting the bus. But guess what happen today. After asking 5 or 6 bus service on ‘Q’, none of them wanted to donate, and the ‘Q’ is long enough that I might ask &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the ‘Q’ in the interchange. That was how bad it is; still my bad only have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘mobile’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, meaning I move around to ask for donation. So I walked bus stop to bus stop. During the whole ‘mobile’ period, I saw &lt;strong&gt;‘Hitler’&lt;/strong&gt;, yes the one in history, I also saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mini run race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when they saw me and also, I attended &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Who wants to be a millionaire” show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Let’s see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of the ‘mobile’ project was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doing great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, people start donating in bus stop and on my way to the next bus stop. But when I just change my direction to south, I met Hitler. It just that this Hitler I met like to use one finger (just don’t care which finger he using) point to the ground and at my head, while the history ‘Hitler’ use 3 finger, like to point at the sky/ rooftop only.  The Hitler I met, using the language that insulted me, and my family. The way he said as if I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;600K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for doing Flag Day, got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;golden pipes in my house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, drive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and live in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big houses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And worst none of them come and help me when they walk pass me. Come on, I don’t get 600K for doing Flag Day, golden pipes in my house, drive big cars and live in big houses. But after a long insulting, I force myself to smile at him and said “That’s your view, I got no comment to make. Now, would you like to donate to this community service…?” Ha! Image that, by the way in the end that man donated 5 cent to it.  No, I should say he throw 5 cent on to the ground and I assume that he dropped the coin and I took it and put it into the donation bag &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without his acknowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing was that from time to time, somehow when people saw me they will run. They don’t care they are running at the side of the road. They just run when they saw me, as if they saw a ghost. Ha! They run, I run with them. But still those ‘runners’ don’t donate. Really, this is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to those charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to 2 coffee shops during the ‘mobile’ project. One of them really made me cry. By the way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is me asking for trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw asking table by table asking they would like to donate or not but got one guy said he doesn’t want. I saw so coins on the table and I said “Would you mind to donate some of the coins on the table? It will be a great help” &lt;em&gt;(see, asking for trouble.)&lt;/em&gt; the guy stood up, took the coin…put inside his pocket and start screaming at me. Content is about the same as Hitler it just that this guy didn’t just his finger point here and there. But using a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vagaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(spelling correct?),&lt;/em&gt; fine, but no one stand up and help me. And got one guy who serve coffee in that shop walked pass me and said “serve you right” in Chinese. I really cried, not in front of the public but I go to one corner. Image how sad it is. I am there trying to do the task given to me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I got those…I would not wish to continue about the coffee shop thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Who wants to be a millionaire”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; show! Image some people asking me so many questions on the Flag Day. Some of them had reached million dollar question: “What is it for” “how much will go to those people who need help” &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[I give 90% as the answer for this question]&lt;/span&gt; “How much do the board of this community earn every month?” &lt;em&gt;(Something like that, you know I am not good in translation from Chinese to English)&lt;/em&gt; as if I know. Please, do you think they will tell us those things before we go for Flag Day? They are now very careful with this. Because some question I don’t know how to answer like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“How much do the board of this community earn every month?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don’t get the donation. How sad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I still got some weight in my donation bag, some of them can’t mange to get one dollar. To the dearest Singaporean, please don’t put your anger to the student, they just carrying out their task, please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give them your support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not your insulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;“Flag Day Fear”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the time being. It is too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better rest now, I have a fever after Flag Day, maybe because of the 'Singapore oven sun'? I think I should recover after the sleep. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112215337153931663?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112215337153931663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112215337153931663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112215337153931663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112215337153931663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-saw-hitler-i-cried-for-something-i.html' title='I saw Hitler, I cried for something, I am : - ( all because of Flag Day'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112207748291833894</id><published>2005-07-23T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:11:22.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am tired, way too tired. I hardly sleep for the pass few days. Time seem to pass very slow, the word load is torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot of things happen for this week, hardly know where to start and where to end. What to and not to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week, I don’t know why, there were two girls look for me and told me there problem and etc. No, they don’t come together. I don’t know one of the girl, but she claim that she know me, but the fact that I don’t know her. How surprise that someone know me but I don’t. By the way, it seems that a lot of them have Boy/ Girl Relationship problem. But glad that the girls know that it is not the suitable age for them to start, they are so call “asking how to end” when they don’t even started. But glad that the girl who I don’t know had some how solve her problem by my advice. However, the other girl who I know doesn’t really have a chance to give her advice, maybe will look for her some time latter, or ask her to look for teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my work load getting heavier! I hardly sleep. Image only get to sleep one to three hours. It is horrible, believe me. Got one day I don’t even get an hour sleep. The work load is way too much. When will I able to play games again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Next thing is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will explain the “CHOCOLATE!” next time…All thanks to Miss JC for “CHOCOLATE!”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112207748291833894?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112207748291833894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112207748291833894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112207748291833894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112207748291833894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/week.html' title='Week'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112170310077398968</id><published>2005-07-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:13:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/obs_top_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="79" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/obs_top_logo.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written on 16 July 2005 &amp; taken from personal dairy written in OBS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am back from Outward Bound Singapore Friday afternoon. I miss the school so much, I am dieing to go back to school for studying. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Outward Bound Singapore had trained me how to sleep in any condition. So that will make me sleep in the classroom, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outward Bound Singapore journey is fun, tiring, but overall is an experience that I will never find in any places. Where should I start? I got too many things to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the Outward Bound Singapore, my heart dropped. Outward Bound Singapore staff did a briefing few months ago and they shows us some photo and the whole thing like holiday restore but when I reached there, it is totally a different story. The photo is 360 degree different. Oh well, and later on, we were inform that we have to build our own tent, cook our own food and etc. My heart was broken; I was thinking “What did I do? Why the heaven sent me here for punish?” In fact, when Outward Bound Singapore staff did a briefing before we go, they did show us their canteen photos. Oh my god, now I am going to cook our food, and I was thinking… “I am going to go to the toile very frequently.” But things were not that bad, at least their washroom look like a washroom with proper washing area and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build our own tent, something I never did before. My mind is keep giving out the negative thoughts. “I don’t want to learn, I want to go back home!” who can change the faith? I am really dieing to go home. Oh well, late in night the instructor did a basic teaching on how to read maps and etc. and was told that if want to go to the toile in the jungle where there is no room, we have to dig a 6 meter deep in the ground and do our “business” there and cover the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I have a good night sleep on that day, maybe due to work free day? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up as early as before and saw not even a single soul wake up. Oh well, maybe I wake up too early due to the fact that I sleep alone in a tent, where I have one big space for me and the others sleep together with 3 to 4 people? Ha! But people do wake up on time, do their wash up and etc. It will be going to be a tiring day for us. We got to pack our bag to the bag that they provided (it is for hiking use) and we got to leave the horrible place and should be back by Friday. Whoosh! I am so happy at that time. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk and walk, carrying the heavy bag[my bag is the heaviest in the watch(group) and weigh as if more than a 10 kg rice] looking at the map given to us, trying to find our way to the next camp site. Finally, I saw the holiday resort. Ha! FINALLY! We put our super heavy down and pitch own tents again. There we go, for kayaing, something I scare because of sea water. No, I am not afraid of water but sea water. Eh…what the hell I am talking about? I mean I am afraid of sea water, I am afraid of water, the wave. I am not afraid when I am in swimming pool, in wild wild wet. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our dinner, our supper at their canteen on that day. I love those foods! I mean, even though the food is not as good as my mom or dad ones, it is better than nothing for us to cook right? Ha! And Gary was eating like a hungry ghost. Eat and eat and eat, keep saying “Oh My God” while eating. Maybe cause he had eaten burn rice on the first day? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating diner, the instructor told us a story [not after eating diner, let’s read comic (Accounting short form)]. It’s about the carrot, egg and coffee beans. May post the story line next time, the story is too meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go, other day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early the morning, 3am. All thanks to Jie Kun. Ha! I slept with him and Jeffery that night. So of course we are the earliest people to wake up. The rest wake up at 5 or something. Oh well, maybe the holiday resort gives everyone a good night sleep on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7am, everybody was ready and we got to the canteen to have our breakfast! Another Whoosh! Again, food is not that good, but better than nothing. After eating, we have rock climbing, something I scared because of the height, as I am afraid of height. I was the last one to go up, worst than the girls in the watch. Every eye was on me while I climbing (not all, some were busy talking). At least I make the effort to climb as high as I could, but I got stuck half-way and can’t go up any more. Maybe I’m too short (162 cm)? Ha! But at least the instructor says “YongKian is the one who afraid of height and he can climb so high, must give encouragement…” I was thinking, “High? Most of them climb to the top and I got stuck in the middle.” Ha! Next time if I got the chance, I will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/hiking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/hiking1.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After rock climbing, we got to do land expedition. Mind, mind, mind, my bag got heavier than day 2 and got to walk over hours, need to climb the hill. OBS really make things difficult for us. They have four checkpoints; each checkpoints will gives us 2 numbers, so you will get all the 8 numbers at the end of the four checkpoints. Using the 8 number, use the map to find the next camp site. Very “fun” right? We don’t mange to complete this mission on time. So…we got ROAD BLOCK, copy amazing race. Ha! Nah, we are all clever people, we complete the ROAD BLOCK very fast, with…the help of the instructor hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After One whole day of tiredness, after the briefing, I do my duty for 1 and a half hours [due to some people sleeping like pig] and I fall asleep in an open area, next to the sea, star in the sky, make an unmemorable scene made ever my the god. Of course, I wake up with cold, image, the temperature dropped to 16 °C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/kaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/kaya.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wake up at 4, pack stuff and get read for sea expedition. Oh my goodness, everybody was afraid of sun burn. From previous group, they kaya for 6 hours, everybody was sunburn like lobster. Ha! But luck for our group, we only kaya for 3+ hours, it can be faster if it does rain halfway while we kayaing. But, I kayaing is one of the slowest one, my shoulder ach very badly, maybe due to the bag I carried [mind, mind, mind, my bad is the heaviest for2 days, okay?]Yup, when we almost reach our places, the rain pour on us, I was happily peering off the orange and wanted to have an orange but it started to rain, I got no choice to stuff the orange to my mouth. Ha! But we finish fast and sweet. All thanks to the…wave! Because we move along with the wave, but other group move against the wave, maybe that’s why they got a long time under the sun, in the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/jettyjumpjumpjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/jettyjumpjumpjump.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did jetty jump after kayaing. Oh my goodness, see again. But I took up encourage, took up the challenge to jump! Even though the people on shore haven’t finish countdown for me, but I already jumped. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night food wasn’t that bad. But still miss my mom cooking. I miss my brother, I miss my sister, wonder how are them at home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward this day at the first few days of the OBS, but somehow, I don’t feel like leaving. I wish to stay at OBS forever! Ha! Ha! And when I asked what I the first thing I will do when I read Singapore, I said “I will make sure my house don’t have any fly and etc that bites you, suck your blood [you know which fly I am referring to]. And I will first go to the toile, see how the toile is like in Singapore, somehow I forgot how comfortable, clean it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye OBS, hope to see you soon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/obs_top_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="79" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/obs_top_logo.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo taken from OBS website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112170310077398968?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112170310077398968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112170310077398968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112170310077398968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112170310077398968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112153771359288028</id><published>2005-07-17T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:15:13.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>I was back to Singapore on friday afternoon. Will update about Outward Bound Singapore. I am really tired now... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112153771359288028?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112153771359288028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112153771359288028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112153771359288028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112153771359288028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112091709848265852</id><published>2005-07-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:51:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The class, 3N2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Read some blog just now and come across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/3n2review.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/3n2review.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; It says: &lt;em&gt;Class.No unity at all. I've got nothing to say. Sometimes, I'm not sure if they are human or not. Sigh. When will they ever grow up?When? I wonder. Sigh. I don't wanna mention it any further. It will just get to my nerves!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-side-of-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Seri's Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was referring to the class I am in, and heard the same thing from the teachers too. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone, every ‘gang’ have their own thinking. Maybe person A is doing the right thing, but the rest of the class think that he or she is just wanting to act ‘big’, act clever and etc. Maybe gang Z is doing something wrong in class towards the teacher but most of them in class except Person A, B, C &amp; D think that gang Z is doing something great, something very cool. But for Person A, B, C &amp;amp; D, they think that gang Z are just making fool of them, and not cool at all in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the problem. For example, Person A is very involved in a class project, but the rest think that it wastes of time and person A is trying to act ‘big’, think he or she very smart and etc. So they are talking to their friend, didn’t give ideas and etc, but who is in the right, who is in the wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been with this class for more than half a month and went one outing with the class, Class BBQ in June Holiday. And here are my observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Observations 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The class is like a wet market…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;forever noisy&lt;/span&gt; in most of the lesson. They just talk to their friends, joking around, making fool of themselves, treated the teachers as if they are transparent, especially for the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chinese Lesson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t respect the teachers, non they follow the instruction. When asking to change their position, they cursed the teacher… *BIG Sigh again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observation 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Study attitude…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;上课读书一条虫, 吃喝玩乐变成龙。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It summaries the whole thing, it means that when come to study, it like a worm, but when come to play, it become a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dragon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Observation 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Homework…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;作业少真多盗版, 迟交更是家常饭。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this summaries the whole thing, it means homework is less and got a lot of &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;‘pirated’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;[meaning copy answer]&lt;/em&gt; and late to pass up is just normal. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just my top 3 observation for the pass few months, hope that OBS can train, change their attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let said I am the teacher, standing in front of them. Facing the problems the faced by teachers who teach our class, I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;又爱又恨，让我哭笑不得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means I will love and hate….&lt;br /&gt;Even though the class has ‘super many’ negative things, but at least they have some positive things. Just hope that the class will change the negative thing to the positive ones…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112091709848265852?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112091709848265852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112091709848265852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112091709848265852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112091709848265852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/class-3n2.html' title='The class, 3N2'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112084571920900101</id><published>2005-07-09T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T02:01:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing for 'Holiday'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Please just ignore the entry I posted last night, it just for fun and totally useless for you to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It had been a tiring day for me. I have been gone out to buy stuff for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘holiday’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next week. Yes, I am going for a holiday from 11 July to 15 July. I wish I am not going…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually not a holiday but a camp. But I was complaining about going for a camp and etc and someone told me to think positive. So there I go, think positive, think that I am going for holiday since I have not going for holiday for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But packing for my holiday is really bad. My mom was just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;controlling the whole thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that makes my bag look so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as if I am going overseas and never come back forever. I wish I can don’t bring sun block as I want my skin to be &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and also it comes with a big bottle. Tell your something, YK is actually good at swimming, he got certificate for it and he do swim as frequently as possible however the skin is not tanned maybe because every time I was order to apply sun block which I never like it. I hate sun block; my skin would be darker right now if I didn’t put any sun block. Come on, I am a guy, skin should be darker. My skin is one of the fairest out of all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also my mom just don’t like to read pack list given and said the pack list is nonsense. I wish I am the one who pack the pack. The pack list only required me to bring 4 T-Shirt yet she dumps so many T-Shirt. And she keeps asking me to wear the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disposable underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate it. I never like things that is disposable especially underwear. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don’t have the choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other problem of my packing is my clothing. I don’t have many clothes. 80% of the clothes I wearing is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘second hand clothes’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I seldom buy clothes and I now ended up asking people to lend me, but in the end I go and buy a few clothes as nobody wanted to lend me. My clothes are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super outdated&lt;/span&gt;. Not all but many of them. Problem if you once said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;‘no need to spend money on clothes’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and for lifetime, the parent will ask for second hand clothes for you to wear…*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag now looks&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; so big, so bulky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[I wonder if I used this word correctly]&lt;/em&gt;. Every time when I got a camp, my bag will be one of the biggest in size and people will laugh at me. Maybe that is one of the reasons why I always don’t like to go for camp. And also a problem when you got a very caring parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate my bag to be so big; anyone has any idea to solve this? *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Big bag for my coming holiday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112084571920900101?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112084571920900101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112084571920900101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112084571920900101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112084571920900101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/packing-for-holiday.html' title='Packing for &apos;Holiday&apos;'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112075231299862083</id><published>2005-07-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:05:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog and my rules...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I had blog for a long time. Starting to blog on December 6, 2003, I became very addicted to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yongkian.blogspot"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;http://www.yongkian.blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;.com, was named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Fun of Emotion”&lt;/span&gt; at first and changed a lot of time until the next blog born, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://skyblueyk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;http://skyblueyk.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;. The reason at that time I started a blog is because I find it is a very way to communicate with other people, I don’t really have friends at that time &lt;em&gt;[even now]&lt;/em&gt; and I found the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blog world&lt;/span&gt; through a classmate who owns a blog earlier than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write my personal life and my thoughts in my blog from time to time. And it’s all started just because I want more people to know more about me as I don’t really express myself in the real world to other people but better in the “internet world” however, I failed to do that but still, it become a interest of me blogging and blogging without fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/fun11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/fun11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My very first blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On other hand, I also reading on other people blog, one of them is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tankinlian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;CEO of NTUC Income, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;. See, even CEO is blogging nowadays. The power of blog let you get the latest update of the person life and thoughts which I fail to do that, because I do not have much friends in the real world to read my blog and my blog is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too boring to read&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is, still someone of them knows me in real world reading my blog from time to time. Which made me feel happy, let them know what am I doing recently and they give me a lot of encourage words. This year, teacher is reading my blog too, which made me more like writing the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I would like to ask for a little request to all people who know me in real world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please do not disclose any unnecessary information about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, do not mention my blog to any of my family members what you read here including my cousin [bet that you don’t know them, but just in case]. None of the people who got blood related to me should know my blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am doing all this? I am going to hide my real identity in the “Internet World” and I might get a nick or something. It is too dangerous! And I don’t want my family members to know my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is my family, I need to stress this again, don’t disclose unnecessary information about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I might get myself a domain, a web hosting under what I can pay, but all this will be after my second war. It is very important not to let any of my family members know, I am using my own money to buy all those things. Please respect me…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112075231299862083?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112075231299862083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112075231299862083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112075231299862083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112075231299862083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-and-my-rules.html' title='Blog and my rules...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112045667579879474</id><published>2005-07-04T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T14:04:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I though no one knew about it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I though no one knew about it, but today I found out that the secret had leaked long ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was young, whenever I had a dream at night will happen exactly in the real world. The thing is I will not know when it will happen nor do I know will it going to happen or not as not all dream will going to happen in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reach age of nine, I keep a small notebook recorded what dream I had the nigh before with the date of the dream and keep them in a small box I got from a friend at that time. From time to time, I will take out the notebook and read about the wonderful dream I had. I will strike out the page when the dream comes into the real world. This secret had kept it with me for many years. No one knows about it, and I am not going to tell anyone. It’s a secret for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I dreamed that Singapore have a very strong earthquake. I was in school in the dream, and I was one of the survivors in school and all the flats around the school had collapsed, including mine. I run to the area I lived. Trying to find my family but there got no result. Latter, I got news that all my family was killed when the flat collapse while they are still sleeping except for my mom who got trap and seriously injured. I run to look for my mom; my heart is confused, just within minutes I lost so many of my loves ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my mom, who is seriously injured. The doctor said that she can’t live to the next day, wants me to accompany her for the last few hours. I can’t accept it; I will go to be an orphan soon. I am going to be someone who has no one to love with. I spend my mom’s last few hours with her. Seeing her going weaker, I really have no courage to face her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she asks me to look for my sister and brother and my dad, her heartbeat stopped. I had not told what happen to them, non I had told her how much I love her, I hold her hand, not willing to let go. I become an orphan at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and wake up from the dream. I feel wet in my eyes and my mom was just sitting beside me asking me what happen. I am not willing to tell her. And she said “Dream something that are really sad?” I nodded my head. “You are afraid that this dream will come true like other dream you had?” I looked at her, feeling that she knew the secret. “One day while I tidy your room and found a notebook, one page has something happen in to us and you strike out that page. You have six senses in your dream? Your dad and your uncle were thinking that the dream you had will come true in your life. Is it true?” my mom asks, and I nodded to her and told her the whole story. It seem to be unbelievable but latter, I found out that my grandmother have this “power” also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though no one knew about it. However but it seem to be not a secret from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my essay title. I had a hard time thinking of the idea, the plot and etc. Finally, but it seem that I am over the word limit again. Never mind, I should &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“open one eye and close one eye”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while hand in the paper, pretend I don’t know about it. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit says he will give me &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;62/100&lt;/span&gt; base on Indian standard of English and in India, 70 is the passing mark, meaning I fail this essay! Oh well, I need an English tutor I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“fiction” and “non-faction”&lt;/span&gt; in this story. Some part of this story is true, some are not. Let’s see…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having six senses dream is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about me. Sometimes my dream can just happen in real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, it is not true that my grandmother have this “power”. I was just thinking to end the story because of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, having dream that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Singapore have earthquake is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but not the location I am at I mention in the essay, is somewhere else near the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did really dream that my mom died but not because of the earthquake and cried when I wake up, but mom was not beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not keep a notebook to record my dream, but I do remember how the dream was like even after a long period of time. Why do I need a notebook when I have a digital brain? Just kidding…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else? I really don’t know. I combined a lot of things with addition of the idea that had strike me. Ha! Ha! If you got any things that wonder you in the essay, feel free to ask me. : ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After I send the story to Amit, he edited it with much better English used and etc. but I am not going to pass up his work, it is not 100% my work. Ha! Ha! Want to read his? Compare the one I wrote [the starting] and the one below [his] and see how much different it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+++++++++++++++&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I did not think anyone knew about it, but today I found out about a secret that had leaked long ago. Ever since I was young, whenever I had a dream at night, the occurring events would happen exactly in the real world. However, I can never confirm when the event will happen nor even if the dream will become reality.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I was nine years old, I had a small notebook where I would record the events in my dreams that had occurred the night before along with the date. I kept them in a small box my friend had given to me. From time to time, I will take out the notebook and read about the dreams I had. I would strike out the page when the dream became true. I had kept this secret for many years. No one knows about my ability, and I do not have plans to tell anyone. It had been my personal secret for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One night, I dreamt that Singapore have a very strong earthquake. I was at school. After the catastrophic event, the school suffered extensive damage. I was one of the few survivors. All the flats around the school had collapsed. Then, I ran to the area which I lived to locate my family. They were not present. Later, I learnt that my mother was trapped and severely injured and the rest of my family was killed while sleeping when a flat collapsed. I ran to look for my mom; my heart was confused. Just within minutes, I lost so many of my loves ones.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I found my mom, who was suffering with pain. The doctor said that she will not live to the next day, and recommended me to accompany her for her last few hours. I could not accept reality; I could not accept that I was going to become an orphan. I spent my mom’s last few hours with her. She gradually became weaker and weaker. I could not accept that she was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mother’s last request was for me to look after my father, brother and sister. After, her heartbeat stopped, and she passed away. I failed to tell her that they were all dead, and I failed to tell how much I loved her. I held her hand and refused to let go. I was now an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My dream ended and I woke up. I started to cry. When I woke up, my mother was sitting beside me. I did not want to tell her about my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She calmly said, “Did you dream something that was sad?” I nodded in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Are you are afraid that this dream will come true like the other dream you had?” she continued. I looked at her, feeling that she knew my secret.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She continued to say, “One day while cleaning your room, I found a notebook. While skimming through it, I encountered a page describing an event that already happened to us. You marked a strike on that page. Do you have a sixth sense in your dream? Your dad and uncle were thinking that the dream you had will come true. Is this true?” I nodded to her, implying an affirmative response. I decided to tell her about my dream. Later, my mother told me that my grandmother also had this sixth sense ability, too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I did not think anyone knew about my secret, but it was never a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112045667579879474?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112045667579879474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112045667579879474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112045667579879474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112045667579879474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-though-no-one-knew-about-it.html' title='I though no one knew about it...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112032525799782497</id><published>2005-07-03T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:27:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a teacher is not easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had a hard time today; I have totally no idea what to write for my essay. I do have some idea but most of them don’t really make sense. I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“MOE Letter”&lt;/span&gt; essay idea but there is a bunch of people knowing before the letter got send, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I am a millionaire”&lt;/span&gt; essay idea but I don’t really know how the plot going to be and etc. Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will have a tight schedule for the day. Oh well, someone just give me a helping hand, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying very hard to give a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfect work&lt;/span&gt; back to the teachers. It’s not easy. On other hand, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being a teacher isn’t easy at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image they give the student homework to do, let’s said a class of 40 students. In return, the teacher give themselves &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40 homeworks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;[you see, they have to mark 40 assignments]&lt;/em&gt;. The teacher can just simply don’t cares at all if the student didn’t pass up the homework, why bother? But every teacher is doing their best so that the student can do well in the studies, understand the topic and have some practices on what had been taught. But the student, just don’t appreciate what the teachers have done for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday [Friday], the humanities teacher was quite disappointed with the class; reason is because most of them don’t pass up their holiday assignment which is due on Monday. Even though it was due on Monday, the teacher knows that most people haven’t done their homework so she let it extended. On Tuesday, she just feels that only some people have done yet so she collects it on Thursday. Worst, only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;less than half the class&lt;/span&gt; pass up the homework on Thursday. She looks through the assignment that had passed up. For those that have not met the expectation got rejected or add some more information to it. I was one of them that my assignment got rejected. Every people that their name not mark got to stay back in school to finish it by 5 pm. someone said they are hungry, so everyone leave for lunch and got reminded that they have to pass up their work by 5 pm. But guess what? Only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 people&lt;/span&gt; pass up by 5 pm, or should I said 6.30 pm because they teacher “extended” the time due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work got rejected. I was complaining, not really happy about it. But I know that there must be something that my assignment got rejected. I bother to leave my things in the school, run back home, explain to my mom over the phone and take whatever resource I have at home and come back to school and redo some of the question. I bother to do it, because it is the task of the student in my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished everything by 4.45pm. I and Dzul were going to pass up by placing our work in the drawer of the teacher at the office. To my horror, none of them pass up at that time. Something was telling me, the class don’t bother at all. On other hand, I was telling myself they go to their friend house to do the assignment or something and will come back to school to pass up the assignment. But the truth is they were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning &lt;em&gt;[Friday Morning],&lt;/em&gt; I was asking around asking did they pass up their assignment or not. Some of them, or in fact most of them tell me don’t both to pass up, fail humanities is all going to be the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teacher fault&lt;/span&gt;. But hello, if your never do the assignment, how are you going read up the text and understand better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, the class got lectured by the humanities teacher. People who had not pass up got to stay back to do a new assignment. When they heard that, the class was giving a respond, something not nice, and the tone is as if they were not happy. But who fault is it, the student. The teacher can just don’t bother about it, but they still bother…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how they got “release” some of them saw me and start to “scold” me. One of them said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Wah Lau, why you yesterday pass up homework? The whole class got scolded. All your fault, &lt;strong&gt;TEACHER’S DOG&lt;/strong&gt;!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they ended their sentence by my nick created by one of my classmate. But I was just doing what was been told. I don’t feel that I am wrong, and I am not the only one who passed up the homework, why blame me? In fact, it’s the people who never pass up the homework’s fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are trying very had, but is the student doing the same thing? What most of the student know is shopping, hand phone, chatting and etc, wasting their time just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher, seem like not easy. Should I change my thinking not to be a teacher next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seem to be not easy, or it is actually not easy at all…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112032525799782497?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112032525799782497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112032525799782497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112032525799782497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112032525799782497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-teacher-is-not-easy.html' title='Being a teacher is not easy...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112024889291398803</id><published>2005-07-02T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:14:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally I finished my project. Not really mine, but my group project. But it seem that something is missing. It is not up to my expectation. *Sigh*, I should think positive, so I think I should said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoosh! Thank goodness I finish today so tomorrow morning when I wake up I can do my homework. I do have quite a lot of homework due to long weekends. And for me, Sunday I got something on morning, which will last until the afternoon if I go for lunch straight away. Never mind, I still so proud of my work I had done! Ha! Ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But still, I find that something is missing, I can’t tell what is it. Some feeling already telling me that it is not perfect, not nice. Saw other group’s work. They are nicely designed. Any more idea for this, can anyone tell me what is missing?Do I need more photos? Oh well, let your see some photo of the project first before you tell me the answer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can't really see it, but it is "Did you know": &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subheader, i like the font a lot. Again, you can't really see it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/1600/BENQ0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6663/960/320/BENQ0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now, got to sleep now... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112024889291398803?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112024889291398803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112024889291398803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112024889291398803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112024889291398803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/project.html' title='The Project'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-112020445833186438</id><published>2005-07-01T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T15:54:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sorry for not blogging for the pass few days. I was too busy, believe me, I only have about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 to 3 hours&lt;/span&gt; of sleeping every night. I had changed how I study. That’s why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I will return home and do some wash up and some homework, then I will sleep until dinner time. After dinner time I will do all my homework and do some preparation work for the next lesson. Ha! Ha! That’s why I only got a few hours of sleep. Don’t worry too much; the sleep will "pay back" by the next afternoon sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(meaning I don't know if its true, heard from a teacher if my memory is correct.) &lt;/em&gt;that every of our school teacher paid &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$14&lt;/span&gt; to buy us a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highlighter&lt;/span&gt; for each of every student in the school for Youth day coming this Sunday. But till now we haven’t got it, but never mind. But I don’t think it’s fair enough for the teacher to pay. I mean, some students like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; give the teacher so many troubles yet the teacher had to paid money to buy the highlighter though the school for them. And if I am not wrong, last year the gift from the school is also &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highlighters&lt;/span&gt;. Can the school have something different next year? I would like to request the school give everyone a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time planner&lt;/span&gt;. Its good and my time planer this year was like too many things inside. Sometimes not enough space to write in it. This can show how busy I am. So please, can the school give us a time planner, or if it the school fund problem, just a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;notebook &lt;/span&gt;for us to take notes? Please…&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;something different will do : )&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much had happen recently but this few days had given me some idea on the topic I should talk in my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Be a teacher is not easy…&lt;br /&gt;2. Teacher VS “cher”&lt;br /&gt;3. One man work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those entry idea was gotten from school life, between conversation with some of my classmate and/ or some of my thoughts. Going to post them soon, will post one or two tonight before I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, got to back on my project now. Why so many thing to do this week?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-112020445833186438?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112020445833186438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=112020445833186438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112020445833186438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/112020445833186438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-right-now.html' title='Blog right now!'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111989288774757320</id><published>2005-06-28T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:21:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was quite &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt;to go back to school again. But somehow feel nervous due to the bad entry I made few days ago &lt;em&gt;[You know which entry I am referring to]&lt;/em&gt;. Quite relif to know that my form teacher is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still reading blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even though she never “tag” or leave comments : ), and she read about the entry I made. Thank goodness she would not say anything, but I still feel don’t right, bad. As in, principal is someone I need to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; RESPECT&lt;/span&gt; her but I made that kind of entry. Oh well, if I really got a place to host my blog &lt;em&gt;[meaning it will no longer “blogspot.com” but something else]&lt;/em&gt;, all the bad entry about other people will not transfer to the new server, it will going to be deleted or hide it and not showing off, only for my “fun” reading only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was still a busy day. Not really said busy but I was trying to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dig out&lt;/span&gt; whatever things I had learn during the holidays. And I glad that my Math teacher said my math had &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;improve&lt;/span&gt;. I had not asked a question to her yet! Amazing eh? Going to be very happy because I know quite a lot of stuff before school reopen. In other words, I don’t have to dump all the things in my brain in a short time before the next test. See, other good things about study during holidays and not go out and play. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that I had at least &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;30 readers&lt;/span&gt; of my blog. And none of them was leaving comments and etc. Why?! Why my visitors like to give me comments over MSN? Is MSN easier eh? Teacher who reading my blog without leaving comments or tag, I understand. They are very busy reading other people blog too, and very busy with other stuff. Oh well, just for your information, I will not online in MSN as much as before, I will put it as &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“appear offline”&lt;/span&gt; due to I get more busier than before. If I am online and put “busy” and people still talk to me about movie and etc, how am I going to forces the things I am doing? Sorry guys, I am force to do that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy for some of you that enjoys your holidays! So I will make a “My June Holiday” entry soon or latter. I promise, ok? And got some of the times I would like to blog about like “Teacher VS “cher””. Just give me times to blog ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to continue of my preparation of my tomorrow lesson, I still don’t get what the accounting “Source Document” is talking about. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEED TO WORK HARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111989288774757320?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111989288774757320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111989288774757320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111989288774757320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111989288774757320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111972766134663725</id><published>2005-06-26T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:27:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOE Letter hit me again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It suddenly hit me, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOE Letter&lt;/span&gt;. Even though it had already pass more then one year, but it seem that there is a dot &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;untie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, “MOE Letter” case will suddenly hit me. Even waiting for a bus, reading a book and etc, suddenly I will have this thing come to my mind, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“why I will send this stupid MOE Letter that time?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Worst still, I wonder why OM told my mom that I am a gangster, when I am not &lt;em&gt;[of course]&lt;/em&gt; and they don’t listen to my explanation to the “friendster” case. I didn’t log in to this stupid friendster for a long time. Some how I got a surprise when they said I post something bad about OM in friendster, and the dear OM said I lied. Problem with me when someone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no longer trusts me&lt;/span&gt; because of “MOE Letter”, I had lost trust from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time I send the MOE letter because of I am not really happy about he took off people’s shoes because they don’t go for DC. But poor me, I am not a victim so I just write out the “introduction” and the rest wrote the content. It really happens that we send the letter without an address, we just wrote “to MOE Building, IMPORTANT LETTER”.   But somehow it received, and sends back t the school by fax. So the principal came to the class, “lecture” us about it. Maybe the rest had forgotten. But I can remember what she said; it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;affects me a lot at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without other support at that time, everyone is avoiding me, thinking I am the one who told the school about the letter so everyone get punish. People point at me when I walk pass them, be it I know them or not. I am totally lost at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst, after few days, “friendster case” came. Without my fault, I got punish. Some people though that I am the one who create the account “for” OM, which I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only though for themself&lt;/span&gt;, hope that they will not get punish. Yes, their wish come true, in the end, they got no punish. Some to hide the truth, they told their teachers and parent that I give them blank paper to sign their name and they don’t know anything. Even once, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;parent come and scold me&lt;/span&gt; for that, when the son is dishonest to his parent because he want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;protect himself&lt;/span&gt;, but forgot about me. And me, I my last year June Holiday gone plus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two stroke of the cane&lt;/span&gt; plus facing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“almost get kick out of the school” fate&lt;/span&gt;. But no body ask me how I feel; only ask what happen in the process in MOE Letter and punishment. Never though of my feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me this &lt;em&gt;“You had changed a lot since the MOE Letter, become hardworking and quieter.”&lt;/em&gt; But the fact is I still can’t accept the fact. Every time when someone talks about this, I really want to dig a hole and hide myself. This year in classroom, someone suddenly talk about it, and I really wanted to go to the washroom, wanted to cry at that time. But I use &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“smile”&lt;/span&gt; to answer back. Not because I feel nothing. It is because &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish I feel nothing, but I can’t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though have some interaction with OM and DM, we went hiking with a group of people and etc. but still, the hurt of the letter is still there. Even though I have known them better, think that they are not that bad, the scar seem to be never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SFC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? We went hiking [as mention above] and etc. OM asks me to turn back and he took a photo of me using his hand phone. After the letter case, I though he will hate me forever but it is not the case, in fact I am really happy talking to him any topic during the hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I will no longer get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“hit”&lt;/span&gt; by the MOE Letter? When will people care about my feeling? I wonder why I do so much for them yet they don’t feel it. I am just ask two things from your, if your feel it. Just said a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Thank You”&lt;/span&gt;, and stop talking about the MOE Letter, I am not going to ask for anything else. You may continue calling my nick Irfan create for me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Teacher Dog”&lt;/span&gt; and etc. Just, just grant me this wish. Please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder will my classmate or schoolmate read it. But hope they do and understand my feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I would like to thank the following people after the MOE Letter; some might get miss out, but please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seri&lt;/strong&gt; – Who helped me a lot and done a lot for the class. Thank You! She is very busy, busier than me, but she never fails to answer every question I ask. Without her, I might now still suffer in my homework problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss JC&lt;/strong&gt; – She is the one who give me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“strength”&lt;/span&gt; to do things for the class. If not her, I might do nothing for the class at all. She gave me this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“English rep”&lt;/span&gt; to do, and I start off from there. She might know about the letter, yet she didn’t avoid me. &lt;em&gt;[I wonder s she read this entry…]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dzul – He is someone who had been with me in class. Without him, I might have no this “power” to study hard and don’t know there are so many people in Singapore who suffer more than me. Even though he is very Nagy, who always ask me to see a doctor when I am sick, but I know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only true friend does that&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the teachers didn’t talk about the letter after it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once again, a big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111972766134663725?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111972766134663725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111972766134663725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111972766134663725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111972766134663725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/moe-letter-hit-me-again.html' title='MOE Letter hit me again...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111963553613520443</id><published>2005-06-25T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:52:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Feeling a bit sick, yet still got tons of things undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having different nightmare every night since last week, from Singapore earthquake to me get kick out of school due to my blog. It’s scary, and everything seems to be real, just hope that it will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, when will you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go to sleep now to see new “adventure” nightmare. Might post some nightmare entry some times latter, stay tune! It’s funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;By the way, if you only read the blog, you might also explore the whole website. This blog is not just blog; it has some goodies for you, all under “Move Around”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And also, who is interested to host me? I need FTP or C Panel. Need to have PHP, stuff like that. Will post more information about it tomorrow due to it is late now. In fact, I already send in some application. Just hope someone will accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good night, sweet dream, no nightmare!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111963553613520443?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111963553613520443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111963553613520443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111963553613520443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111963553613520443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111953302537993734</id><published>2005-06-23T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:11:48.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Lainie Yeoh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Congratulations Tan Yong Kian, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/ln.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lainie Yeoh&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/~lainie"&gt;tabulas.com/~lainie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You are funny, smart, experimental, sarcastic and artistic. You can be mean and obnoxious if you want to but most the time you're just a soft, romantic and sentimental person. Come to think of it, you are kinda like a durian - hard and thorny on the outside, but soft and sweet (not smelly) on the inside. You're always getting into trouble whether you like it or not. Your friends play a big part in your life and rightfully so because you'll never give up an opportunity to help them out if they ask. You are the life of the party. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Malaysian Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Did this at &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny Sia website&lt;/a&gt;, still remember “which Singaporeans Blogger are you?”? Now come with a version of Malaysian Blogger. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, same thing like what happen few weeks ago, its &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;show a lady. But thank goodness that this time round didn’t says that I am beautiful. Ha! But glad&lt;/span&gt; that I got this result. I should talk about it one by one even though it is late now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s says that I am funny right in the being. I never think that I am funny; I am a very super boring person even though sometimes I still can jokes around during my work. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it’s said I am smart. Thank you, Thank you. But if I am smart, I won’t be level position 16, but I will in top 10. Never mind, aim for top 10 for end of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimental? Do “dissection” of computers and study what it is inside call experimental? What is experimental? I am not good in science anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic?! I want to laugh out loud! I never good in art, I don’t have that thing call “creative” I always lack of creative no matter what. Still remember I took a flash course and we have to come out with a flash movie. I lack of creative but I got all the skills of that stupid programme. In fact, I am the fastest learner in that class. But my work did not come out to be good because of creative. In the last few lesson, even tough I no need to go for a workshop, I still return to helps others. Got this 3 lady was like, having lots of creative ideas but just lack the other important thing, skills so they said what they want and I helped them. In the end, their work got send for international competition but not me: ( Never mind, again complaining about the pass…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can be very, super evil to you. Ha! Ever seen an angry, fierce YK before? I don’t think so much in school. I can be super evil to girls especially the one who fallen in love on me. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soft, romantic…Eh, if I am romantic, thousand of girls will line up and want me to be their boyfriend! Just kidding. I never know am I romantic or not, due to work. Love? Talk about it next time in about 20000 years latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think I always get into deep trouble, but deep work load. Ha! Ha! Last getting into trouble is last year because of MOE letter and etc. *sigh* better don’t talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself don’t even know I got any friends or not. Does my classmate treat me as friends? In fact I should say I almost don’t have real, true friend in my life. But when someone needs help, I will help. No matter how much hate towards that person, when that person needs help, YK come to rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better sleep now. Tomorrow have a long entry to make in blog. Good night! No, it should be Good Morning! Ha! Ha! [ Now time, 4.14 AM]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111953302537993734?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111953302537993734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111953302537993734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111953302537993734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111953302537993734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-lainie-yeoh.html' title='I am Lainie Yeoh...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111937853679734884</id><published>2005-06-22T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T02:32:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junyuan principal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had a great chat with Jacelyn, a kind lady who own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vintage-melody.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img height="90" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/jace1.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From her entry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So as you can see, we are talking about my school, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Junyuan&lt;/span&gt;. The following post is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“jokes”&lt;/span&gt; by Jacelyn and I add some boring jokes in the end. This entry is just for entertainment. &lt;strong&gt;If the school see this entry and want to punish me, please read the disclaimer at the end of this entry before punish me.&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t want the same thing last year happen to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about our school, told her about &lt;em&gt;MOE letter&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;friendster case&lt;/em&gt; which both happen last year and our &lt;em&gt;paper cost&lt;/em&gt; and etc. So I show Jacelyn our school website, you know our &lt;a href="http://schools.moe.edu.sg/jyss/main.HTM"&gt;school website &lt;/a&gt;got some of the principal photo. So first, she saw this at the &lt;a href="http://schools.moe.edu.sg/jyss/main.HTM"&gt;Main page&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/principals1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jaclyn said, she selling gas one is it? She wear like the one whom selling gas in our area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Ha! I was laughing non-stop when she type that on MSN. If I am not wrong, she is referring to the gas that houses use to cook with it in Singapore. Think of it, it still funny. Ha! Ha! Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/homegas.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for unclear photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Latte on, Jacelyn saw other photo of our principal and here is the photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/principals2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jaclyn typed: OMG! Ghost!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Ha! But honestly, if she &lt;em&gt;[the principal]&lt;/em&gt; wear that on the street during mid-night and I don’t know about her &lt;em&gt;[let said she is not our principal]&lt;/em&gt;, I will shout “Ghost!!!” and fainted. Ha! Ha! Being kind hearted of her &lt;em&gt;[Hope so…]&lt;/em&gt; might send me to hospital, when I wake up in hospital, the first thing I saw her and might shout “Ghost!!!” and fainted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So isn’t funny? That’s why I told her that she is funny. I was laughing non-stop until I have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cramp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so talking about this new principal, I think &lt;em&gt;[If I am not wrong]&lt;/em&gt; she is the one who came out with the idea of each teacher have limited paper. In accounting, there is something call paper cost if I am not wrong. So maybe she thinks the school’s paper cost is too high so came out with this policy. This also encourages not printing notes for their student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Principal&lt;/span&gt;: I would like to announce that to cut down the paper cost so we can save the school fund, each teacher will only given two rams of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that will cause two things to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: due to lack of paper, you got to copy word by word of the PowerPoint slide that I will go through later. Please copy as fast as you could because I am not waiting for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*student copying the wordy screen*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In long period of time, one student finger got &lt;strong&gt;swollen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;[Reason posted after “Two”]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Due to lack of paper, I go outside and brought paper and print notes for your. So everyone got to pay $2 to me by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;: Wahhh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Boy A&lt;/span&gt;: today cannot eat again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both happen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If you had notice, my right hand’s middle got swollen. I did see the doctor and doctor said it might caused by long period of writing non-stop. The pen gives the finger pressure that because the finger to swollen. It can’t be heal but it can be done by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;operation&lt;/span&gt; which I reject the offer he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the $2 thing, as you know I only got $2 per schooling day. So I paid for the notes and went into huger during recess on that day itself. That caused me have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gastric pain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;[yes, I got gastric problem]&lt;/em&gt;. So I hold the pain till 6pm &lt;em&gt;[due to CCA]&lt;/em&gt;, go back home and eat something. Poor me, I got sick after that. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em….jokes entry become a “school problem” entry? Oh well, still hope that you have a great laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer for the school:&lt;br /&gt;This entry is just for fun and it’s my point of view. If the school found this entry and not happy about this, the school can have the right to ask for the entry to take down and do nothing else to YK. &lt;em&gt;Remember: Student got their own thinking; they need place to voice out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111937853679734884?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111937853679734884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111937853679734884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111937853679734884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111937853679734884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/junyuan-principal.html' title='Junyuan principal...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111928980635517176</id><published>2005-06-21T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T01:53:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grilfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am glad that someone got excited from my last post, the ending part when I announce that I think I found my lover. Here is more Information, In fact, more look like a YK Style poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She sometime makes it happy,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes make me excited for my upcoming life.&lt;br /&gt;But sometime she makes me depress,&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to end my life because of her.&lt;br /&gt;When ever I think of her,&lt;br /&gt;All my other trouble will wash away.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing can be true is,&lt;br /&gt;I had fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;If she really my girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;People will though I am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;She, the powerful creature I ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t you think that my girlfriend is powerful right? Let me official announce that my girlfriend name is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;** * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;** * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;** * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“WORK”&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now let’s see some picture of her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="511" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0162.jpg" width="491" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A red file that contant important information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/cyk2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's hug my girlfriend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0161.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend more time with her because of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for any disappointment. I don’t mean to but I will make &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt; as my girlfriend now. And soon or latter, will become my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fourth wife&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*Maybe visitor may send YK to metal Hospital for a check up?*&lt;/em&gt; Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, sorry for any disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111928980635517176?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111928980635517176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111928980635517176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111928980635517176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111928980635517176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-grilfriend.html' title='My Grilfriend'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111920103291117443</id><published>2005-06-20T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T01:10:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Has you can see, the template had change. I had made it as &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;user friendly&lt;/span&gt; as possible. If you still not happy with the template, I got nothing to say. I am just not in a mood in making a new template. But if you think you can make a better than this one, then make for me. People who don’t know how to design a website always said bad things abut other people site. They though it’s just cut and paste the code. They don’t know how hard to design a website from graphic to coding to the content, to make it as user friendly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Just for information, I spend about&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; 30 hours&lt;/span&gt; on this template. Maybe to other web designer it is not long enough but thinks about me, my time schedule got more and more tight. I need &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;air to breath&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop complaining. Complaining life can’t change how life is about, why spend time complaining? As well spend the time solve every single problem in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today (Monday) to the end of the week, I might go into &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;“super busy mode”&lt;/span&gt;. I got lots of Notes and things undone, and I need to revise my work too. Can’t god give us 48 hours a day instead of 24 hours? That’s is why I can’t went to the “fun thing” by Tampines Student IC and etc. Just want to said sorry....I just too busy, I wonder why, other student just so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might go for a haircut tomorrow by my mom friend. I just love her cutting my hair. Her shop is super cool! Ha! Get ready to spend some cash in her shop. Might want her to make my hair don’t look so messy. You know, my hair always look like grass when it not waxed, and I don’t know how to wax my hair. It seems to be easy but my hair doesn’t seem to be waxed no matter how much I put. *Sigh* Why my life had gone into worst stage? Even hair gives me problem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think I found my girlfriend…yea, “girlfriend” Maybe post more about it tomorrow. Late now…Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111920103291117443?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111920103291117443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111920103291117443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111920103291117443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111920103291117443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-complaining.html' title='Just complaining'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111900788794637742</id><published>2005-06-17T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:31:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As I promise that I will blog this one day, and finally today I am going to blog about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I had been thinking ‘should me really blog about this? Will I have lots of things to say about Happy Thoughts of my life?’ and the answer to me is ‘maybe’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got most of my happiness from my Work Place. Where I work and do my stuff.  To be honest, I do almost everything there. From study to work even sleeping! Or maybe I had changed my bedroom to Work Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe on other people eyes, I am a person who is very strict in the work [not really in school], but they don’t know that I don’t mean to. I just want &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfection&lt;/span&gt; in my work, in my normal life time, I am not that strict. In fact, I am trying very hard to find happiness in my work. Yes I do, Find happiness in my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of happiness I can get from. It’s just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study Notes&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I finish one chapter of study notes, I feel proud, I feel happy, and the feeling is hard to put in words. After I finish the notes, I make it downloadable and send it to some of my friends. Some don’t get internet access, so I print for them and give it to them on the next them and when they said the most powerful words in the world, ‘Thank you’, is already ‘enough’ for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;When teaching the primary one kid, the smiles on their face always brighten my day. Even after a long tiring day, after searching for pictures for their counting worksheet, when I see their smiles, all the tiredness will just wash away by their smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Computer, a very powerful invention for the world bring me other happiness as I can explore this mystery computer world include; computer repair, web design, Photoshop, Flash, FTP and etc. Mind, mind, mind, people who know always don’t really want to teach especially for computer repair because it is their ‘rice bow’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Acting or helping in backstage for either musical or normal drama is always the fun thing to do. And it is other happiness by here that hardly put in words. The most memorable production I act is a production in 2002, 19th and 20th Jan. Still remember I was cried so badly during the play for the 2 days when my ‘father’ was killed in the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Production&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Many people don’t know that I compose song and music. I only do this when I got the ‘feeling’. Doing all this is to express all my unhappiness. After that, I feel happy again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe your think YK don’t play games, but here are some of the games I do play to ‘distresses’.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=tanyoki"&gt;Neopet.com&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/games/sutekstomb.phtml"&gt;Sutek's Tomb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a really fun game. I always play it with my mother. I really love this game; help my brain to works when it did not work properly. To some of you, this game only to give you stress. Try Zen Mode game. But for me, easy and Zen mode game is useless. I always play hard mode game! Ha! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://games.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Game&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://games.yahoo.com/games/downloads/bj2.html"&gt;Bejeweled 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This game works just like Stuck Tomb. It just that this game shows in a small screen, much hard, more fun! With more power gems, his game is easier to play. Now my mother is ‘attracted’ to this game. But she never breaks my level 7 record. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to list all here. But those are just to let your get an idea about it. Maybe it is nothing got to do with ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;’ but now, hope that your know my life isn’t that boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111900788794637742?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111900788794637742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111900788794637742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111900788794637742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111900788794637742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111885500540466984</id><published>2005-06-16T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:25:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee with work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/1061/1024/BENQ0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/1061/320/BENQ0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do my table look neat? Ha! Ha! A coffee a day brighten the rest of the day. Can you see a cup of coffee beside my laptop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111885500540466984?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111885500540466984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111885500540466984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111885500540466984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111885500540466984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/coffee-with-work.html' title='Coffee with work'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111884404762466413</id><published>2005-06-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:00:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish VS English</title><content type='html'>Just for laugh, taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vintage-melody.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And you have to laught when you finish readng it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When going shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: I'm sorry sir but we don't seemed to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you would give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: No Stock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When returning a call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: Hello, this is Mr Bean. Did anyone page me a few moments ago?&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: Hello, who page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone is in the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: Lai, siam! / Siam hor / Skius! (excuse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When someone offers to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: Hey, put your wallet away, this drink's on me.&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: No need lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When asking for permission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: (While pointing at the door) Can pass or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When asking to be excused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: If you would excuse me for a moment, I have to go to the gents/ladies. Carry on without me, it would only take a moment.&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: Go toilet! Buay tahan ahh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When doubting someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: I don't recall you giving me the money.&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: Got meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When disagreeing on a topic of discussion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× British: Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you are coming from but I really have to disagree with what you said about the policy.&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: Talk cock lah you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When asking someone to lower their voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: Excuse me, but could you lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here.&lt;br /&gt;× Singaporeans: Eh, Tiam leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hen asking someone if he or she knows you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;× Britains: Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time. Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;× S'poreans: See what see?! Buay Song ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111884404762466413?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111884404762466413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111884404762466413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111884404762466413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111884404762466413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/singlish-vs-english.html' title='Singlish VS English'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111877026371814248</id><published>2005-06-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:33:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Software VS Pirated Software</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Just a few update on the site before I go to what I want to said…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;At lease someone ask question in &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/qna/askme.php"&gt;Question &amp;amp; Answer Section&lt;/a&gt;, Thank to that somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;One more subject added in &lt;a href="http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes.html"&gt;notes section&lt;/a&gt;, Chemistry. I try to finish as many notes as I can while I revise my work. I am thinking of adding Biology. I see what I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Each every template will last at least 6 months to one year before a new one will replace. So the next layout should be out by late November or early December, I will try! In fact, I already got some idea. I am sorry for a super bad template for the one the site is using. But please, I am super BUSY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, finished the update. Go on to my thoughts of the day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are a copyright holder of software, we will go against pirated software. If you are a person who doesn’t even know the different between pirated software and original software in Singapore, I will say a few to you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, Original Software price can go as high as&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; $300 and above&lt;/span&gt; but for pirated software, the highest you will get is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$12 and as low as $8&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes when you buy 3 software at a time, you will get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50% discount&lt;/span&gt; on the third software you brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does pirated software sound attractive to you? Now talk about bad things about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the serial number given didn’t match with the product. Or maybe the Software you brought came with an empty CD, nothing inside. But you don’t really worry about that, you are allowed to exchange when the software has any problem. But the problem is shop that sell pirated software move from time to time. So before you leave the shop, asks the person that tomorrow will this shop still open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so have some idea how pirated software works? Perfect, now I should go into topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer and Internet is design in a special way that no matter what you did, copyright holder can know you are using original software or pirated, ISP will know what you are doing in the internet, webmaster will know where your location, ISP and etc. Even police, when they want to track things in your computer but you reformat it, they got a way unformatted it. So you never able to escape the law! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So now, still dare to download mp3 from the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Microsoft got a way to know you are using original software or pirated. Like Window XP, if you use a pirated one, get ready to get a lawyer letter from Microsoft. They don’t really do it often but they did it before. Same goes to other Microsoft product like Microsoft Office and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will the copyright holder thinks for the poor? All they think is making money. Most people in Singapore earn about one thousand to two thousand. They still have to pay a lot of things! When will they get enough money to buy original software? And students like me, who got $2 per schooling day. Only need to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘suffer’&lt;/span&gt; by not eating for 3 to 4 days to buy pirated software. But if I want to buy original software, when will I able to get it and how much do I have to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘suffer’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a little though of the day. May be just because I brought 3 pirated software yesterday. Ha! Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111877026371814248?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111877026371814248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111877026371814248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111877026371814248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111877026371814248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/original-software-vs-pirated-software.html' title='Original Software VS Pirated Software'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111868020491557158</id><published>2005-06-14T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:30:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am worrying that…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am worrying that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not able to finish my notes by next week; it’s my goal for my one-month holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not able to come out with 5 stories by next week; it’s my other goal for my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not able to come out with the tutorials that I had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not able…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short, I am worrying that I might not able to finish what I got to do in holidays. Oh, why my things seem to be endless??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111868020491557158?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111868020491557158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111868020491557158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111868020491557158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111868020491557158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-worrying-that.html' title='I am worrying that…'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111859137406194497</id><published>2005-06-13T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:45:31.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Congratulations Tan Yong Kian, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="260" src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/st.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scarlett Ting&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://joewei.blogspot.com"&gt;joewei.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are independent, smart and beautiful. Its too bad you don't see that yourself because life's little difficulties brought down a lot of your self confidence. As a result, you talk cryptic and you don't trust people easily. You care a lot for your friends and your loved ones, sometimes even more than you care for yourself, although they don't always seem to appreciate it. Don't let that affect you. As the saying goes, you don't miss the water till the well runs dry. So hang in there, you're a star in the making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am quite sad when I saw the result. I mean I am a guy yet it gives me a girl result, and even worst, the result says I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘beautiful’&lt;/span&gt;. Ha! Ha! Kenny Sia! Wrong Lah! Even you want to said I am good looking, must said I am handsome. Not beautiful! Beautiful refers to girls, guys is handsome. By the way, I look ugly; I don’t have a good looking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, the last question is hard to answer, I know, because I lied on that question. I think this whole thing is just for fun isn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I am quite happy with what it said. Ha! Ha! By the way, do I really that care about others? I didn’t really notice that until the Class BBQ and &lt;a href="http://www.a-side-of-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seri entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring others is like repaying what my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angle&lt;/span&gt; done for me for my life. Without her, I might not even blogging now, I might in other world now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too much things your did not know during my life since I was bone till now. It’s way too much. Maybe I will post summary of year soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I turn the clock back to the history, I would like to change many things. Maybe if I change it, my life would be better. But, if I change it, I won’t know people I am studying with them now, they are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wonderful people&lt;/span&gt; in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, better stop now before I cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, introducing &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/qna/askme.php"&gt;Question &amp;amp; Answer &lt;/a&gt;Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Good night…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111859137406194497?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111859137406194497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111859137406194497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111859137406194497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111859137406194497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/congratulations-tan-yong-kian-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111855892706046684</id><published>2005-06-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:48:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/1061/1024/BENQ01481.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/1061/320/BENQ01481.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Photo of my New Laptop. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111855892706046684?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111855892706046684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111855892706046684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111855892706046684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111855892706046684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-photo-of-my-new-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111850364671449442</id><published>2005-06-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:31:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasn’t that bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Today wasn’t that bad. At lease I got to rest from time to time but I just finish my dinner. It’s still quite a tiring day BUT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$200 cheque&lt;/span&gt;. Whoosh! And other problem came; I don’t know how to bank the cheque into my bank account. Cheque come from Bursary I got today. Got my mom to bank it for me and will going to give her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50% of it&lt;/span&gt;. Ha! Ha! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Information: YK bank account going to be rich again. Rob me if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Just kidding…Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got quite a lot of things to do, and I found that I have been a very clever guy in the world. I combine study and website together. Helps me to learn better. Ha! Ha! One good example is the Notes Section. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting I want this blog to be famous. Lots of people coming here, reading my life, download things and listen to music in my blog. Also show my ‘talent’ in graphic and web design &lt;em&gt;(not in this template)&lt;/em&gt; in this blog. Ha! How clever am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh well, got to work now. Before I stop, here is a photo of the envelope that contains the cheque for the Bursary I got today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="563" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0154.jpg" width="636" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/yongkian/BENQ0154.jpg"&gt;Click here to view large version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111850364671449442?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111850364671449442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111850364671449442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111850364671449442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111850364671449442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/wasnt-that-bad.html' title='Wasn’t that bad...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111842708703492014</id><published>2005-06-11T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T02:11:27.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to said something about this site…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This template will change from time to time. The ‘changes’ will be only the header and the colour of the site only. This is just version 1.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And also, the notes are uploaded and now viewable and downloadable. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please do explore the site, the things on top like about, music, visitor and etc is click able. It will bring you to other page, other information or other goodies for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;super busy&lt;/span&gt; day for me. I need to go to the ceremony of the bursary which start at 3pm and end at 5pm and I need to be there at 2pm. Need to rush back home after the ceremony, change my cloth &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;within 30 minutes&lt;/span&gt; and set off to PC at &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Paya Lebar CISCO&lt;/span&gt; by 5.30pm and I think I only can eat my dinner at about &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11pm&lt;/span&gt;. Oh god, what kind of holiday I am having? Given so many things to do, yet so little time given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do-To-List&lt;/span&gt; is getting longer and longer no matter how hard I tried to finish it. If I am going to list the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do-To-List&lt;/span&gt;, everyone will be crazy because it is too long…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Oh well, I guess better stop blogging before I got no time to finish it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111842708703492014?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111842708703492014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111842708703492014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111842708703492014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111842708703492014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111834029933556805</id><published>2005-06-10T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T02:04:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My hands are itch again and I need to blog now, about my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;class BBQ&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This BBQ let me have an “open eyes” on how my dear classmate really is. Most of them are putting a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mask&lt;/span&gt; when coming to school. You can’t tell them that they are in a gang; non-they is a smoker when they are underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to some of you, smoking is not a big deal. But, to one of my classmate, he smoke, I really wanted to shout at him. I mean his size is the biggest in our class, he cannot run and etc and he still dare to smoke! I do have some western medical knowledge and I think it will go to be super bad for his health. One day, he will get stroke for sure. Or maybe can’t even reach his 21 birthday. I wish to talk to him, but he treats me like his enemy. When he needs help look for me, when problem solve, he will hate me again. Ha! Ha! Whatever it is, the life is his, not mine. Since he gives me names like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;‘teacher’s dog’&lt;/span&gt; why should I bother about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today when I went to &lt;a href="http://www.a-side-of-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seri blog&lt;/a&gt;, and I saw my big name in the entry. Ha! Ha! Read about it. I do quit angry also. In fact, I am angry a lot of things in the BBQ… I brough the food home, and let my dad taste it because one classmate keep saying the prawn is not cooked and throw away the prawn when he didn’t finish. Not one or two prawn but lots f prawn was thrown away… from my dad information, the prawn for the class BBQ that night was call &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiger Prawn&lt;/span&gt;. It is consider&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ‘high class prawn’&lt;/span&gt; and it quit expensive. The prawn is &lt;strong&gt;over cooked, not uncooked&lt;/strong&gt;. He even scold me for overcook that expensive prawn. All faults goes to one of my classmate. He even throw away the ‘high class prawn’, how wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad was praising the chicken wing for the seasoning. Ha! Ha! Good work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your information, my dad work as a ‘cook’ in the tallest hotel in Singapore. That’s why I bring the food to let him comment. Ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, some bring their friends and treat me and Seri as their ‘maid’, want us to serve food and etc like as if they do anything. Some of them even threaten one of us until she cried so badly. Oh, is this a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Class BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friends BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to say something. At least you must ask the person or the group of people who organize this BBQ for permission to bring friends here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I am not going to any BBQ again for the time being. I am not got a fear when someone asks me to go out for BBQ. I don’t know why. The fear just comes for no reason. Maybe because of the heat of the BBQ, I was BBQ the food for quite a log time. I think I am BBQ myself also! Ha! Ha! Or is it the threatening happen to one of the classmate? Scary….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh well, it just my view… and just want to voice out. If you are angry about this post, cool down and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111834029933556805?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111834029933556805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111834029933556805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111834029933556805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111834029933556805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/class-bbq.html' title='Class BBQ'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111832035183969667</id><published>2005-06-09T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:32:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies...</title><content type='html'>Whoosh! I can’t believe it, I almost done with this website! Oh well, even though it is not that complete, but I will try to make it finish as soon as possible. For example, the study notes, I will try to make it downloadable by tomorrow. And more goodies to the visitor, I promises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies; I had used my second blog for half year. Meaning, I had been sec 3 for half year. Less than half year to Sec 3 End Of Year, less than one year to sec 4 mid- year (or maybe sec 3 mid-year again), if everything’s goes well, less than one and a half year to ‘N’ Level Cambridge Exam. It’s an exam to determine me to go to ‘O’ Level or never ever touch ‘O’ level things again. I hope I just hoping that it will never happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I want to do something, something or someone will try its best to block me to do that thing. I wonder why, isn’t someone who wants to study is a good thing? I used to hate study, but something just change my whole life, because of that, I fallen in love in study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember that one day I want to a bookstore and want to look for more assignment book with my mother. While I was looking for book, my mother was talking to a staff there. She said, “don’t know why my son change into other person. Keep buying books like no body business. Waste money.” And I love the person who replies my mother. “It’s better than you buy but he don’t want right?” It reminds me of few years ago, my mom saw my result going down and brought one assignment book for me. Because of that, I scold her or something. Ha! Being a kid at a age of nine years old at that time was a kind of don’t know how good people around me is for my own good. But my parent never ever gives me any stress. All they want is I can pass my exam…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111832035183969667?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111832035183969667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111832035183969667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111832035183969667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111832035183969667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111851344102759527</id><published>2005-06-09T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:14:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terms of Use for YKWorkPlace</title><content type='html'>1) Contributions and submissions from visitors and users, whether it be articles, ideas etc will become the sole property of YKWorkPlace, which will be able to be used in any way YKWorkPlace sees fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Anything which appears on this website is not allowed to be duplicated on another website outside of YKWorkPlace unless expressed permission is given from the Webmaster (YK) at YKWorkPlace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) However, all resources and Study Notes under ‘Notes’ section are allowed to edit to suit your needs and redistribute for education and/or personal use only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) YKWorkPlace will not be responsible for anything that error in the resources and/or notes under ‘Notes’ section. 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Please choose a Chapter or Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. Right-click on the link, go to “Save Target as” to download the Notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3. Or click on the link to open it as web page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/SS3Chapter1.doc"&gt;Chapter 1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/SS3Chapter2MindMap.ppt"&gt;Chapter 2 [MindMap]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111829524269132236?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111829524269132236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111829524269132236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829524269132236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829524269132236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-social-studies-sec-3.html' title='Study Notes - Social Studies - Sec 3'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111829512663108115</id><published>2005-06-09T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:35:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Notes - Social Studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had selected&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Social Studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please note that the notes here are base on Singapore Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. Please choose a Level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-social-studies-sec-3.html"&gt;Sec 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111829512663108115?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111829512663108115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111829512663108115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829512663108115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829512663108115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-social-studies.html' title='Study Notes - Social Studies'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111829468346697298</id><published>2005-06-09T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:16:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Notes - Principles Of Accounts - Sec 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had selected&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sec 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please note that the notes here are base on Singapore Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. Please choose a Chapter or Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. Right-click on the link, go to “Save Target as” to download the Notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3. Or click on the link to open it as web page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/POA3Chapter1.doc"&gt;Chapter 1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/POA3Chapter2.doc"&gt;Chapter 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/POA3Chapter3.doc"&gt;Chapter 3 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/POA3WhatwillaffectAssetsLiabilitiesOwner’sEquity.doc"&gt;What will affect Assets, Liabilities, Owner’s Equity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111829468346697298?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111829468346697298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111829468346697298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829468346697298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829468346697298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-principles-of-accounts-sec.html' title='Study Notes - Principles Of Accounts - Sec 3'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111829406795777173</id><published>2005-06-09T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:29:56.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Notes - Principles Of Accounts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had selected&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Principles Of Accounts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please note that the notes here are base on Singapore Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. Please choose a Level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-principles-of-accounts-sec.html"&gt;Sec 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111829406795777173?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111829406795777173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111829406795777173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829406795777173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829406795777173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-principles-of-accounts.html' title='Study Notes - Principles Of Accounts'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111829333637006012</id><published>2005-06-09T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:16:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Notes - History - Sec 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had selected&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sec 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please note that the notes here are base on Singapore Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. Please choose a Chapter or Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. Right-click on the link, go to “Save Target as” to download the Notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3. Or click on the link to open it as web page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/History3Chapter3.doc"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111829333637006012?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111829333637006012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111829333637006012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829333637006012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111829333637006012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-history-sec-3.html' title='Study Notes - History - Sec 3'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111828966071951000</id><published>2005-06-09T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:17:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Notes - History - Sec 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had selected&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sec 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please note that the notes here are base on Singapore Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. Please choose a Chapter or Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. Right-click on the link, go to “Save Target as” to download the Notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3. Or click on the link to open it as web page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/History2Chapter9.doc"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;» &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/321940/notes/History2Chapter10.doc"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111828966071951000?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111828966071951000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111828966071951000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111828966071951000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111828966071951000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-history-sec-2.html' title='Study Notes - History - Sec 2'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706625.post-111828939196899190</id><published>2005-06-09T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:05:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Notes - History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had selected&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please note that the notes here are base on Singapore Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. Please choose a Level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-history-sec-2.html"&gt;Sec 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-history-sec-3.html"&gt;Sec 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706625-111828939196899190?l=ykworkplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111828939196899190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706625&amp;postID=111828939196899190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111828939196899190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706625/posts/default/111828939196899190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykworkplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/study-notes-history.html' title='Study Notes - History'/><author><name>YK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05788078229613750759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/44300686_87886f9e1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
