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hood'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='photos'/><category term='dehumanisation'/><category term='Flowers in King Park'/><category term='14 blades'/><category term='stall'/><category term='Music video'/><category term='picture'/><category term='Food for thought'/><category term='food poisoning'/><category term='revelation'/><category term='Nougat'/><category term='hard life'/><category term='Cat Fair 2010 Perth'/><category term='job interview'/><category term='milkmaid'/><category term='Second opinion'/><category term='funny thing'/><category term='vomiting'/><category term='Cotton plant'/><category term='MRI'/><category term='chilli Festival'/><category term='MLM'/><category term='Perth'/><category term='Song'/><category term='Poddle'/><category term='momo'/><category term='musical'/><category term='valentine day 09'/><category term='Cottesloe Beach'/><category term='Music'/><category term='a gift'/><category term='videos'/><category term='SOLD.sg'/><category term='Su Tong Yao'/><category term='dog'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='book'/><category term='Divine War'/><category term='time'/><category term='heater'/><category term='Saboteur'/><category term='my mouse'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='taiwan'/><category term='Puppy'/><category term='JANNA restaurant at Westin'/><category term='food'/><category term='cowboy'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='nurses'/><category term='Tutors'/><category term='Free Realm'/><category term='house'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Korean Drama'/><category term='angels of life'/><category term='Nuffang'/><category term='thief'/><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is painful but in pain, that's where the beauty lies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>480</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7524257023091549768</id><published>2011-12-30T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:05:11.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of year message</title><content type='html'>2011 is coming to a close. This is a troubled year for me since the beginning of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of with me chasing after my 'impossible' dream. No one supporting me at all. All had suddenly become my enemy. Even if they are not my enemy, I will have a hard time facing them again. Yet not even my closest understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been selfish, but life is short. Is it so wrong to chase a dream. Yes apparently. I lost a lot this year. From my love, my aspiration for my reservist to my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is the start of the big plunge, dropping into deep darkness and it didn't stop there, it drop further and further with 2 more low before turning upward towards baseline. After struggling for last few months, i am finally going to reach my baseline. Not yet but its within sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprising thing is that i had help from the most unexpected. My best friend loy and new found friends at workplace. They somehow helped me tide through the darkness by keeping me busy with birthday celebration 1 after another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy now. Yes and no. Yes because I found some new goals and direction (My beloved cannot accept me, so I found another who accepted me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No because I lost a lot during this year. So much so that I fear to even count the losses. Losses are inevitable in the path I chose. Stories from all over the world talked about their losses because of their pursue, what makes my story any different. Because I believe my first love will learn to accept me over the past 7 years. No way, her principles are too unbending, like she said, she is a bull and only know how to charge in one direction. I wouldn't want to force her to accept me, what for. There won't be any happiness (i just realise she is so bitter about so many things I said throughout the 7 years). She cares so much about the said words and not the person (at least not enough to forgive and forget the words). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, 2011 is ending, I think it is time for me to let go of any hope I had with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last entry of 2011...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7524257023091549768?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7524257023091549768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-year-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7524257023091549768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7524257023091549768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-year-message.html' title='End of year message'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6658221999199182030</id><published>2011-12-07T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:25:56.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Hibernating</title><content type='html'>I will be away from my blog for a while. No one will miss me but I still want to let whoever that is reading to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6658221999199182030?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6658221999199182030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/hibernating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6658221999199182030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6658221999199182030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/hibernating.html' title='Hibernating'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7078232934284298575</id><published>2011-11-24T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:09:00.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>Adapted from somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a manager told her nurse.&amp;nbsp; "You have given the patient A 10 more pills FOC, so I am going to wrap you up and give you away as X'mas present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7078232934284298575?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7078232934284298575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/joke-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7078232934284298575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7078232934284298575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4968924456093125989</id><published>2011-11-18T09:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:44:44.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Movie review - You are the Apple of my eye (那些年，我們一起追的女孩)</title><content type='html'>It is a romance movie based on the book with the same title 那些年，我們一起追的女孩. Watching this movie is a bittersweet experience for me. On the whole the movie is a very very enjoyable show with all the x-rated jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it bittersweet because it reminded me of my own experience. Similar to the movie, during JC, a few of my classmates including me, fell in love with one of the girl in the class. The only different in the story is that in the movie, the female lead is the role model but in my real story she is not exactly what you called a role model. Although she is not a bad student but her results are scary and thus marked by the form teacher. Whereas the guys are more of the 'guai guai' (good students) kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the story short, although there are at least 5 (i think more) guys in our class liking her, none other than myself had the opportunity to get attached with her, after 8 years of friendship. We are together for 7 years and 3 months before we broke up because of a misunderstanding (so sad right). So I think I am much better than the lead actor whom never got a chance to be officially attached with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall also write a book called 'You are the durian of my eye' (SG version mah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4968924456093125989?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4968924456093125989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/movie-review-you-are-apple-of-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4968924456093125989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4968924456093125989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/movie-review-you-are-apple-of-my-eye.html' title='Movie review - You are the Apple of my eye (那些年，我們一起追的女孩)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1981541073467315714</id><published>2011-11-12T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T08:50:56.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Truly letting go</title><content type='html'>Letting go is so so not easy. Now I understand why people wallow in sadness and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real letting go means not to be involve in the life of the other party (at least nothing more than a friend at most). Being a couple there is a lot of control here and there as each other merge into one another's life. It results in entanglements, from the matters of the heart to finance to what food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the reality of letting go sink in, pain seep in as well. With pain, regrets come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live a life of regrets, I will face up to my decision, accept my decision and try letting go. Not an easy task but nevertheless, one of great importance. As I do no longer have any rights to be involve in the life of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life focus now should be&lt;br /&gt;1. my dream and plan on how to reach the goal&lt;br /&gt;2. Establish my passive income&lt;br /&gt;3. understand God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1981541073467315714?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1981541073467315714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/truly-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1981541073467315714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1981541073467315714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/truly-letting-go.html' title='Truly letting go'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6015799333802820184</id><published>2011-11-03T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:20:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>Do not dwell in the past. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the present.&lt;br /&gt;Worry not the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us lived in the past. Always grumble about how bad our lives were or worse how good it was before it turned for the worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many live in the present. Because we are too busy hating our past or planning for the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some live in the future. Keep dreaming or keep worry able the sky falling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now? Sad to say i am one who lived in the past. I try to enjoy the present, but when things quiet down the mind wander back to the past. Last time I lived in the future, keep dreaming how good it can be. Until it is shattered to pieces. LOL. Maybe it is a good thing, bringing my back from dreamland into reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can do now is just live day by day enjoying each day as it is. Leaving my past and my future to themselves. The only certainty in life is death, before death comes, nothing is certain. I urge myself just live life each day till death claims me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6015799333802820184?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6015799333802820184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/depression-kills.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6015799333802820184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6015799333802820184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/depression-kills.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1683332607553502722</id><published>2011-10-28T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:27:19.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>One day a man ask God, why did you give me a girlfriend and then you take it away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answer, "She is there to be your girlfriend until I find you a wife. Now I found you a wife, I have to take away your girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, "But I love my girlfriend a lot and she love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, "I know. Your wife will not only love you, she will give you everything you desire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man look to his side and see a snake with an apple in its mouth, he say,&amp;nbsp;"I want my Eve back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;a stupid joke. :) &lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1683332607553502722?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1683332607553502722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/joke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1683332607553502722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1683332607553502722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1061186116643999730</id><published>2011-10-24T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:55:44.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match stick jokes'/><title type='text'>More jokes coming up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlwcNV5NVIM/TqT22btyZ7I/AAAAAAAABA8/KwssrEpgJ8c/s1600/match+stick+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlwcNV5NVIM/TqT22btyZ7I/AAAAAAAABA8/KwssrEpgJ8c/s320/match+stick+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One day, the match sticks were discussing among themselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchstike 1 (M1): Where is the best place for us to live? &lt;br /&gt;M2: Let go find a beautiful condominum, they have a nice swimming pool, nice facade&lt;br /&gt;M3:&amp;nbsp;Nono, I prefer to stay in a bungalow, huge lots of space to manoever around, instead of cramping in a condomiun.&lt;br /&gt;M4: Are u guys out of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;M2/M3: huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;M4:&amp;nbsp;The type of house does&amp;nbsp; not matter at all. What is important is we live away from the&amp;nbsp;striking strip. Condomimun and bungalow come attached with a strip that may either&amp;nbsp; give us a bad hair day or turn us into negros.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1061186116643999730?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1061186116643999730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-jokes-coming-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1061186116643999730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1061186116643999730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-jokes-coming-up.html' title='More jokes coming up'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlwcNV5NVIM/TqT22btyZ7I/AAAAAAAABA8/KwssrEpgJ8c/s72-c/match+stick+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7478033930995985197</id><published>2011-10-24T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:40:01.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchstick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Matchstick jokes</title><content type='html'>Do you know why you should never talk to matchsticks??&lt;br /&gt;Because if you &lt;strong&gt;strike&lt;/strong&gt; a conversation with them, they will always&lt;strong&gt; flare&lt;/strong&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From MiMi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a pair of matchsticks stood side by side admiring a box of colorful matches.&lt;br /&gt;A asked: "Hey friend, look at those gals over there! There is blond, brunette.... Whch do you like?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "None."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Why? They are so gorgeous unlike our grey heads."&lt;br /&gt;B: "Be thankful that we are grey heads and are standing outside the box."&lt;br /&gt;A: "huh??"&lt;br /&gt;B: "They are waiting to be fired, afterwhich they will all have black heads worse become a negro."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7478033930995985197?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7478033930995985197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/matchstick-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7478033930995985197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7478033930995985197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/matchstick-jokes.html' title='Matchstick jokes'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2864951464156275351</id><published>2011-10-24T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:40:34.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I listened to Pastor Prince sermon CD on Right Time, Right Place (if I didn't get the title wrongly). It contains 2 sermons, and because of the lack of time last night I listened to one only. It was about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in God. And he used the story of Ruth to illustrate it. Firstly, Ruth is a moabite woman who is widowed, yet she followed her mother-in-law back to Israel, willingly be with her, her God and her people. This showed her obidience/submission to her mother-in-law/God. She proclaimed favor even before receiving them (After listening to his sermon and attending to his service, I realise he is pro Grace = undeserved favor). And she did receive it from Boaz who is rich and powerful (happened to be the close relative to her father-in-law and&amp;nbsp;one able to redeem her).&amp;nbsp;Cutting the story short, Ruth offered herself to Boaz (under her mother-in-law guidiance) and Boaz also fell for her. After the night together (nothing sexual here), Ruth went back and the mother-in-law tell her to rest and wait patiently while letting Boaz to go busy about settling the redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So interpretation is like this (not sure if I got it&amp;nbsp;right but based my&amp;nbsp;own understanding after hearing pastor&amp;nbsp;Prince),&amp;nbsp;we should submit to God and believe in favor will come to us. And by&amp;nbsp;proclaiming so, we will find favor in Jesus (Boaz) and he will do all he has&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;do while we rest in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple right. wahaha... yeah, my first step to preaching people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2864951464156275351?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2864951464156275351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2864951464156275351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2864951464156275351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5475074303606016219</id><published>2011-10-21T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:59:15.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MiMi'/><title type='text'>A long comment on your blog " Sudden thought"</title><content type='html'>To my dearest MoMo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read your blog yesterday, it bothered me alot from yesterday to right now. Even though I have not slept the whole of last night, I just have to sit down and write this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to&amp;nbsp;re-emphasis the idea that &amp;nbsp;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;abandon you, not at all. I have discussed this in depth with you once before and I would like to do so again here for the sake of your mind and your heart sanity, in the hope that you may release the bitterness. While reading this blog, do not think that I am finger-pointing or trying to push the blame to u or to anybody else. When a relationship fails, both parties are at fault. This blog also does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;serve&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;as a means of vindication neither does it serve to paint me as a victim or what nots. It is as I said earlier on, first and foremost &amp;nbsp;in the hope you may release the bitterness and also to provide a rounded picture of what went wrong between both of us so u can re read it at your leisure. This is my account of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it all started with you asking me this question "Will you still be with me, since I am pursuing my dream?" At the point of you asking me via email, I have told u that I will give u an answer after my thesis and my exams.&amp;nbsp;I have every intention of doing so and I planned to give it much thought. I did think about it, long and hard. The only thing is that I have not gotten to pen down my thoughts. Between&amp;nbsp;April to July I was having a nervous breakdown in Australia, I was advised to see the school councillor twice. As you know, psychology was never my cup of tea, if I had a choice, I would never have taken that degree.&amp;nbsp;All these does not matter, it is not the crux of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exams I&amp;nbsp;knew&amp;nbsp;I had to give u&amp;nbsp;your long awaited&amp;nbsp;reply but I delayed it. This may sound like an excuse to you but it is a fact. I was mentally very&amp;nbsp;drained out from the&amp;nbsp;thesis and I did not feel that I could write you a letter that&amp;nbsp;best conveyed&amp;nbsp;my thoughts and intention. It&amp;nbsp;was an important email that I want to give it due emphasis. It is&amp;nbsp;certainly NOT what you think&amp;nbsp; (i.e, it is not important to me) . The opposite is true. Because it was important, it takes time to pen down what I want to say very carefully simply cos it matters to me and our future together as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF&amp;nbsp;I remembered the events correctly, I received a sms or a call from you indicating that you want a reply to that email. Somehow I think it was a phone call of which I told u that I was baking a cake. After that I received a strongly worded sms from you stressing that you want a reply to that mail. One mistake I made was to give u a response there and then when I could have gone home and pen you a proper mail instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply was this " Although we cannot be lovers, I will always be with you forever "&amp;nbsp; As we discussed before both of us have different interpretation of the word lover.&amp;nbsp;The idea of lover in your lexicon is defined as a pair of individuals who love each other. In my dictionary, it refers to a couple who are sexually linked.&amp;nbsp; I had no clue as to what your interpretations were when I send u that fateful sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was baking the cake, it was around 11 plus at my friend's place. By the time I got to reading the sms that you send after my sms ... "Thank you for your love...etc...." it was late in the night and the next morning before I could respond, u wrote a blog about breaking up and put up a single status on FB. I was speechless and very hurt. What happens next? I begin to emo....withdraw and remain silent. We have been together for so so long, surely you do know how I react when I am hurt. [ At that stage, I didnt know the reasons why you were emo -ing ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emo&amp;nbsp;response to that blog lasted for very long time. I am very sensitive to putting personal issues on the blog and stuff and I have raised this issues with you a number of times of which u took no heed to my personal feelings about it. During this period of emo -ing, I was again taunted by a friend of yours and eventually I grew quite exasperated and said this .." yes I will try to give up the relationship " I said .. " I will &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;... " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then received a phone call or sms from you to enquire&amp;nbsp;if I did say that to that individual. Now of course I replied you " yes, I did" cos it is a fact that I really did so. Little did I know, that individual did not convey the entire conversation to you but just only that statement, took it out of context. This spurred another round of your writing a break up blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made conversations between us very tense cos I was still nursing from the previous wound. There just wasn't enough time for me to recover appropriately. Although you said in the blog, that we have broken up, I never did break up with you. I never said anything from the first blog to the second blog. When you came to Australia to look for me, it also did not strike me that you were there to settle administration part of break up, cos in my mind we are having a couple quarrel which we will eventually patch up when both of us cooled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things did not turn out this way at all. There was a change in you...as well as there was a change in me. I suspect that it is due to hurt on both ends. BUT at the end of the day we patched things up didnt we? I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;also accepted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the possible consequences of what will happen in the future. I have accepted you for who you are and also also the possible outcomes of what may happen to your heart when all the procedures are over. So in my mind, I love you&amp;nbsp; very very much, and I have never abandoned you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, you told me u fell for Puppy. I have also accepted it didnt I ? I said it was alright I will give you time. I only requested one thing from you. I am only a girl and any girl in my situation will probably feel that way. I will give you time to explore your feelings for you as to be fair to you. I only requested one thing from you....that is do not whatapps or sms her or FB her when u are with me. I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stop you from contacting her, all I am asking is give me a little space to nurse my wound, give me some time. However, from the moment we touched down in Singapore the first person u whatapp&amp;nbsp; at 4 plus a.m in the morning was her. I asked you why? You said " because she asked you too.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very very sad momo. It was only a small request from me. The rest that follows is&amp;nbsp;history. I then kept pleading with you not to do it infront of me simply because it hurts. If I do not love you, then it wouldnt have hurt so much....It then follows on 27 Aug when u told me that I have to &lt;em&gt;force&lt;/em&gt; you to&amp;nbsp;be with me, and you want me to give an answer that will force you to be with me. Can I really give you&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;answer when behind such a question posed to me is the idea that 'I have to force you to be with me ? "&amp;nbsp; I have never like to force you into doing anything, and most of the time during the power play struggle between couples you have won most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think I have a part to play in the events that lead us to this stage.. however I also think that you were too caught up with the words I use that u did not see the actions or &amp;nbsp;the behaviours that I have taken all these years to preserve the relationship. In your eyes...the statement " I will try to give up the relationship " =&amp;nbsp; to I will not try anymore and it completely wiped off all that I have done the last 7 years and causes your heart to turn toward&amp;nbsp;puppy within such a short period of time ( final break up 27th Aug and your official deadline for her is 1 Oct ? -- less than 2 months ).........doesnt justify to me at all. But then again, in life there is no answer to alot of things... and if we keeping asking why why why..it will only drive us to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried and have always been trying for the past 7&amp;nbsp;years even though u may not have seen it. But I am sure you can see the fruits that it bore given your family more acceptance of me now. That took alot of effort . I am aware that you have also taken the pains to know my family too and I thank you for that. :) because my mother did come to accept u at the end of the day. Of course you have no idea&amp;nbsp;that all along my mum knew about your dream all these years. Having said that, my mother is a typical mother with traditional thinking and not so open to unconventional thinking, u can also imagine the stress and pressure that she gave me but I have never said anything to you at all. All these while I am trying to appease both mothers.... [ &lt;em&gt;of course now u can retort and say..now I dun need to do anything liao...lol&lt;/em&gt; ] but that is not the point here eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also&amp;nbsp;aware that I said some hurtful words to you online. But you also have to understand that most of the time we converse either on sms, or msn which on many occassion it is very misleading because the individual's intention and meaning can be taken the wrong way round when the tone and expression of the person&amp;nbsp;are not shown to the other individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even till recently, I have also tried. The only thing I didnt do is perhaps to word things in a&amp;nbsp; a very honey combed manner which u take&amp;nbsp;delight greatly in. Unfortunately, I am not a romantic person but one who is very practical person, straight to the point which is a tragedy in our love relationship. Your love language is actually words of affirmations and it took me a while to figure it out...and even if I did figure it out at the end of the day, I dun know why I can't seem to say all those lovely words which you would like to hear... and perhaps reassure you of my feelings&amp;nbsp;towards you. Perhaps I have been wounded in my past relationship or was it my family upbringing ...or was it the hurt that occured in our relationship...I think it is multifactorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing doesn't change is that I love you very much and actions speak louder than words. If you think back carefully, on many occassions where we quarrel over your dream or over other issues...I have never left you, I stood by you all these while...and you too stood by me all these while. We never left eachother as I believe we did love each other dearly. Just that our manner of expressing it may differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love relationship stood on a very firm solid foundation of friendship. That is why we can quarrel, snub at each other and still patch up at the end of the day either when we were still friends back in the late 1990s or as a couple. I am your second love, but you were my first love. That is to say God took second priority :(. Almost everything I do centres around you and I listen to u quite a fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that your heart has turned towards&amp;nbsp;Puppy and it was partly my fault too. I do not blame you and do not want to hold anything against you. I also do not want you to self blame and harbour all these bitterness and I hope that in time to come, the wound will heal and God will do a restoration work in our lives. I do not know whether this break up is permanent or is it just a temporary call off for now between us. I have never abandoned you at all&amp;nbsp;MoMo. Never. It is a series of&amp;nbsp;a number of miscommunications all chained up together. &amp;nbsp;Nobody knows the future and how life events will turn up. But I do know that your heart has turned towards her and I respect your decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have asked me a number of times what is your calling in life from a christain perspective? I would like to give u a very clear answer to this. Do not mistaken calling for ministry. They are two different things. Our calling in life is to be like Jesus, to reflect his nature in our life. That is the FIRST calling for all believers of God. After that it then comes the ministry and as you serve, you will then know where your giftings are from him. To put in simply, being WITH HIM and IN HIM outweights your service to him. For Jesus has been called to serve, be a servant rather than to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to leave u this song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDIVDBqxk_s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDIVDBqxk_s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these verses " Romans 8:28 New International Version (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;And we know that &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in all things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; God works for the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good of those who love him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, who[a] have been called according to his purpose. This is our inheritance from GOD of which we have to claim boadly in faith and apply it in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermiah 1: 5&lt;br /&gt;Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29 : 11 " For I know the plans I have for you. " declares the LORD ,&amp;nbsp; " plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agape&lt;br /&gt;MiMi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5475074303606016219?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5475074303606016219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-comment-on-your-blog-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5475074303606016219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5475074303606016219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-comment-on-your-blog-sudden.html' title='A long comment on your blog &quot; Sudden thought&quot;'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7028202829475420824</id><published>2011-10-21T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:41:02.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Death or the process of dying</title><content type='html'>Dying is a scaring process. One I feared since I understand what is Death. And I fear death to the extend that I won't go to funeral. (Not even my relatives). Lucky to say I don't have a lot of relatives who died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first funeral I attended is MiMi's father. I was still in the Uni, year 4 if I am not wrong. It was a Christian funeral so it wasn't as scary as the buddist or taoist kind whom remind me of the Chinese Vampire show which is quite popular is my era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second funeral is my own Grandmother, she died of Lung Cancer (due to heavy smoking). She was in the Hospice for a long time before she finally passed away. It was sad as she was the only grandparent I am somewhat close to. Following her, there wasn't as close relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third funeral, if I am not wrong start of last year. Funeral of MiMi's best friend in Secondary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I haven't and definitely not keen to go funeral still, 3 in my life is considered a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in healthcare industry and death is a common thing. I wondered why am I in this, I hated death, even death of patients I didn't know. It's sad, very sad. The amount of emotions that flooded the place is really beyond my ability to handle. But I am blessed that so far, I only see 2 deaths in my time at work. (As in dying in front of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, coming back to myself. Death is a certainty that comes with Living (some will not agree). Even those who belief in eternal life, I think dying is a process to get there, I know in bible some have the blessing of not going through that but it is really numbered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I fear death now, yes I do. I fear death more for my loves one then myself although I definitely don't want to die but I don't mind as much as when I am younger. I somehow accepted death. But I do hope God is graceful and let me die in my sleep painlessly. Thats one of the best blessing I could ever ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a good idea to talk about death early in the day. Let's talk about something lighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Death it comes Living. Living is not easy as well. By living, I mean going through life process which grows us. Meaning it is a painful process (growing pains). By going through pain, we grew stronger, learn to put on armour and strengthen our will for the next battle. Even love is a pain. When you love, you opened up your most vulnerable part (your heart) to the person. By doing so, you put yourself at risk for a lot of pain. But is it worth it, damn it is definitely worth it. That is the reason why we live man, to love. Finding one who can share the love together is not easy. Even when you find it, you never know when you will lose it. Love is a funny thing, it is a choice, but it is a choice of the heart. Hurt it enough and it can run and turn too. Something I come to realise, and to someone like me who believe I can control all aspect of myself. I suddenly realise it is beyond my control. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's getting too long so I will stop here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7028202829475420824?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7028202829475420824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/death-or-process-of-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7028202829475420824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7028202829475420824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/death-or-process-of-dying.html' title='Death or the process of dying'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1087657904276720794</id><published>2011-10-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:55:41.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Sudden thought</title><content type='html'>While sitting in the taxi going home after a happy night out, my mind suddenly went downhill and thought about death. Weird but that's what happened. I even had a thought that someone will come up to me and tell me, death is going to claim me. Whatever or whoever, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters when the idea of death pop up is the persons I love. There are only a handfull (less than 10 fingers) and they are the only thing that matters, not my job, not my pay or bonus, not anything valuable in my possession that matters anymore. I am not going to list the persons as I think they know who they are, if they think they are not then very likely they aren't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dying is scary. The scary part is losing those you care or love. Sad to say, only those who had close brush with death will realise the truth. For me, it let me know who are the ones I&amp;nbsp;truly care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it linked to me looking deep into myself, seeking the reason why my heart had changed. Why, because it had bothered me a lot. I don't believe I am a&amp;nbsp;bad person who toys with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say I came to realise the truth, I am bitter. My heart had changed because of the bitterness. Bitter about the fact that I was abandoned by the number 2 I love. (I love myself most, so she can only be number 2). Although the misunderstandings are cleared, I know, but to my heart, on the day I felt the abandonment. It bled and went into hiding, became very bitter. Now I finally realise why I cannot return to her, because deep down I am still feeling the bitterness about the abandonment. (subconciously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know, I will conciously try to let go of the bitterness&amp;nbsp;and forget about it. It is something that I didn't realise till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I even blogged about it? I thought about just keeping to myself. But I feel, there are those I love and they deserve to know. For MiMi, it is not to blame her or cause her self blaming, because the fact here is that&amp;nbsp;it is my heart who decide to be bitter and turned away. Nothing of the fault of MiMi as it is all a misunderstanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Puppy, I think it will be good for her to know as my heart had turned to her, and she deserved to know why. Even though I know she will not be happy to know, yet I want her to know, my heart had turned to her and it will stay with her, till she give me up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event is my fault and I am totally responsible for it. I will not run from all who want to blame me, neither will I run away from my decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God give me strength to look into my heart and take away the bitterness (even the bitterness towards God).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1087657904276720794?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1087657904276720794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/sudden-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1087657904276720794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1087657904276720794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/sudden-thought.html' title='Sudden thought'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6305776008068212581</id><published>2011-10-15T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T08:53:30.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and Satan</title><content type='html'>Satan will keep you happy by dishing out tons of goodies and vice, but beware he is a LOANSHARK that demands interest payable with your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God on the other hand will give good people bad things so they can grow and experience God's grace and ultimately receive eternal life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life following God may not always be smooth and sweet but bitter and spicy, in the end you will be a better person and live forever in his kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo (do i sound like a good preacher, wahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6305776008068212581?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6305776008068212581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-and-satan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6305776008068212581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6305776008068212581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-and-satan.html' title='God and Satan'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4923038537152942946</id><published>2011-10-14T06:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:35:04.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake since 3+am</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep slightly before midnight and woke up around 3+. Crazy. Then I cannot sleep anymore. So sad, sleep is something I really enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I can't sleep, I lie on my bed thinking of my future and my calling. Sad to say that till now I still haven't find my calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind just keep running going through possible future. I want to be a lawyer, pastor, businessman, politician and something fairytale (thus not good to write down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had achieve so far --&lt;br /&gt;I am a doctor, writer (wrote 3 novels), song writer (wrote 1 song), game designer (designed 3 games available commercially) and a blogger. Quite fun liao right, but none here is my calling leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what shall I do next. I wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4923038537152942946?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4923038537152942946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/awake-since-3am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4923038537152942946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4923038537152942946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/awake-since-3am.html' title='Awake since 3+am'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5863333790551754621</id><published>2011-10-13T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:06:32.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Fasting = Hunger</title><content type='html'>I am so hungry when I am fasting. Mind just have to keep thinking about food. Nothing I do can distract it. I think this is the work of Satan trying to tempt me, making me give up on my fasting. I decide to fast till next sunday, hopefully having more breakthrough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I am feeling the hunger, the need for sugar just clouded my mind. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a busy day but surprisingly I feel the load is not bad. I think when mood is high, everything feels fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my fasting can help MiMi and Puppy to have some breakthrough also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5863333790551754621?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5863333790551754621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/fasting-hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5863333790551754621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5863333790551754621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/fasting-hunger.html' title='Fasting = Hunger'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4483529726563624871</id><published>2011-10-12T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:25:51.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>First departmental meeting</title><content type='html'>Today is the first departmental meeting since I join the company. So I ordered Domino Pizza for lunch during the meeting. The pizza are nice. Thumbs up. (first time I ate it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting took about 40 min. Bored me to the tears since most of the info not really relevant to me. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I write the post. Just writing it for fun I guess hahaha. I am so so sleepy now. I think I shall go bath and sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4483529726563624871?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4483529726563624871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-departmental-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4483529726563624871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4483529726563624871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-departmental-meeting.html' title='First departmental meeting'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7387963983577063908</id><published>2011-10-11T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:24:24.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>My forgotten faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must say I think I am stronger in faith before I know God than after. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has always been my belief that -- 'What is destined to be mine will always be mine, what is not will never be.' I don't have to fight hard for it, all I need is walked towards it. And God will give them to me as along as it is destined to be mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you my Lord for reminding me of it. It brings great peace having this back into me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7387963983577063908?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7387963983577063908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-forgotten-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7387963983577063908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7387963983577063908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-forgotten-faith.html' title='My forgotten faith'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3411834335728695962</id><published>2011-10-11T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:25:43.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Bad night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Didn't get to sleep much last night. Probably due to the red tea i drank at 10pm. (its just too tempting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plus mind is filled with a lot of thoughts running wild. Finally slowed down around 4 am and fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad night coupled with a bad day. LOL. Today is a busy day, not the usual busy one somemore. Wahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need strength and maybe caffiene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3411834335728695962?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3411834335728695962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3411834335728695962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3411834335728695962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-night.html' title='Bad night'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-8992192915077382577</id><published>2011-10-10T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:41:27.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Sudden realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a revelation. I finally understand why i am standing here needing to make a choice between 2 loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God wants me to remember the pain i inflict on the one I didn't choose and remind me to be nicer and better to the one I choose. Because that's what I choose with pain and blood cut into my heart, and pain cut into the other whom I love too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is like when someone make an offering, they need to kill the animal they offered with their hands. Letting them know that the poor blameless lamb died on behalf of them in their own hands. And be grateful for the forgiveness in doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if I am right but definitely make it hard for me to choose. One whom my heart love or one whom my mind love. God, oh God will you forgive me and let me off from making such a painful choice? Can I chose none and be single forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I prayed for wisdom and courage. Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-8992192915077382577?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8992192915077382577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/sudden-realisation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8992192915077382577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8992192915077382577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/sudden-realisation.html' title='Sudden realisation'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4973671307508085982</id><published>2011-10-10T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:36:28.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Plans (boliao post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so bored at work (even though today is a busy day) that I decided to start planning my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Driving license - I really need to decide when I shall start my driving lessons. Arghh, just to lazy to do it. I should have done it while I am in NS (plus the fact I had army driving license and drove class 4 vehicles).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Fast and pray - till when?? Till I know what to do with my love life. Is there one to talk about since I am currently single. Wahahaha. I hope it will not last forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Work - just to put bread on the table and money to pay off my debt. Hiaz, life is all about debt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Hobby - I wonder when I can start watching anime and play my games. I think I do have the time now but not in the right&amp;nbsp;mood. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Dreams - I don't even dare to dream now, lol. I should start dreaming again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Company - I wonder when can it start making money, with the poor economic outlook. And when can I start my own F&amp;amp;B business. Meat balls, I want to do my meat balls LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Spiritually - I am still weak, almost close to zero. I need to build my faith. More faith and more peace of the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, so many things to do. I wonder where shall I start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MoMo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4973671307508085982?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4973671307508085982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/plans-boliao-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4973671307508085982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4973671307508085982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/plans-boliao-post.html' title='Plans (boliao post)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-103970129599126165</id><published>2011-10-09T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:37:04.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Sunday adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As planned yesterday, mimi and I decided to attend the service at COOS but after knowing there is a change of pastor and we ran late after breakfast, we decide to go to new creation church instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We reached suntec rock auditorium around 1130 and it was full. We are send to level 4 instead. We watch the live cast of the service. This is the first time I attended service at new creation and first time listening to pastor prince. I must say he is very impressive, his preaching really gets the message into the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today message is about burnt offering and trespass offering. Both he said that Jesus is the lamb whom died for our sins. God loves us but hate the sins in us. Thus Jesus needs to die for us so we can have redemption. It rings a bell in my heart as it struck a note that through him my sins are forgiven, why am I so hard on myself, keep having self blame for all that had happened in the past weeks. I need to forgive myself too so as to receive God's grace into me. I lift up my sins to God and thank Jesus for being the offering who died on my behalf. From today I will try to forgive myself in all my sins. It is also said the death of Jesus on the cross will pay back to God 120% and to those we hurt (by our sins) 120% too. I hope the pain I caused onto both mimi and puppy will be healed and given back 120%. Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After church, we went to west coast park again (yesterday we found a place renting go-kart and mimi didn't get to play it since its late, so i promised her we will go after church to try it). We rented a 2in1 kart for 1 hr and karted around the park (2 rounds). We met someone (her uncle with cerebellar atrophy) and stopped by for a short chat. After karting we left and went to west coast plaza for dinner (steamboat). After dinner we sat at the lobby to chat while i chew on peanuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally home after chewing on nuts. It was such a tiring day. It was a fruitful day going to church, had a good laugh at pastor prince jokes. I may go attend new creation church again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-103970129599126165?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/103970129599126165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/103970129599126165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/103970129599126165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-adventure.html' title='Sunday adventure'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-429352635785106637</id><published>2011-10-09T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:16:59.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>A good saturday outing (watching Real Steel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, after work (1pm), I went with mimi for a movie (Real Steel). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me talk a bit more about the movie, initially I thought it will be an action show but it is not so simple. It was intertwined with a family theme, about how a father (who never saw his child) bond with his kid. It was a heartwarming and with parts&amp;nbsp;that will put a smile to your face. Especially the&amp;nbsp;child actor, his acting is good and interesting to watch. Go watch it, it will be so worth the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After watching the movie, we scrambled for dinner at Indian Restuarant in bukit timah. They serve very nice curry fish head with free flow rice and vege sides. (we are so hungry after the movie as we have fasted since 10am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After dinner, we went a few places. MiMi showed me her old house at Mt Sinai and then we stopped by west coast to talk and taking&amp;nbsp;a stroll till around 8pm, then&amp;nbsp;we went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realise my mood fluctuate with my energy level and by 6pm I am dead beat, and mood is low. This is bad, I think I am having hypothyroid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MoMo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7490151621609000743-429352635785106637?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/429352635785106637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/429352635785106637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/429352635785106637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-saturday.html' title='A good saturday outing (watching Real Steel)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-9143681379721548338</id><published>2011-10-09T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:01:31.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MiMi'/><title type='text'>When the music fades</title><content type='html'>When the music fades,&lt;br /&gt;All is stripped away &lt;br /&gt;and I simply come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/puMA1ackIv0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puMA1ackIv0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-9143681379721548338?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9143681379721548338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-music-fades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9143681379721548338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9143681379721548338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-music-fades.html' title='When the music fades'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/puMA1ackIv0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7120396630552714632</id><published>2011-10-08T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:41:46.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Love'/><title type='text'>Why did I love the ones I love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I steal the topic from someone (not going to tell). Wahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my life, I love 2 women (other than my mother). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first love was MiMi, whom I got to know since Junior College days. How we got to know one another is through a lot of coincidence. Firstly, she joined SAJC after 1st 3 mths, while I am trying to get out after first 3 mths at SAJC. I went to ACJC for appeal (didn't really choose them in the first place but some of my classmates had gone there so I am thinking why not I just join them, rather than being suan by my form teacher). Anyway, ACJC people at the counter is so high and mighty, choosing to ignore me and I left. So I stayed on in SAJC. Even though I stayed on, I had decided 2 years are short, I should just concentrate on my studies (e.g. not going to make friends or fool around). For for year one, I kept to myself, not making many friends (everyone thinks that I am very 'Dao'), but the name Aurelia keeps on being called or talked about, all I know was she is a classmate whom I don't even know who or how she looked like. It was till year 2, when we are going to MacRitchie Reservior for cross country run, that I finally got to meet this famous Aurelia (MiMi). I was suppose to bring a classmate (serene) to MacRitchie and MiMi will tagged along as she too doesn't know how to go. But it ended up that Serene didn't go with me, and it just left the 2 of us going together. This is the&amp;nbsp;first time I got to&amp;nbsp;know her&amp;nbsp;(since bus 157 takes around 30 min to reach MacRitchie). I also brought my autograph book on that day so I just asked her to write for me (since I don't really know her I think it may be hard to get her to write for me before JC is over.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we got to know each other from then on and the funny thing is we became friends and over the months we are like close friends. Years later we became even closer (best friends) and got together as a couple 8 years after that fateful day (and stayed together for more than 7 years). Now we are still best friends forever (soulmates). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I haven't talked about love. After I got to know her in Feb 1996, I fell for her, especially her smile, her bubbliness, her kind hearted and innocent mind (some will say naive). I don't understand why but I knew in my heart I will be with her as a couple (she was attached then when we left JC, and we lost touch for a few years, there is no handphones or facebook in those days). Over the years we do in contact through mails and greeting cards (CNY and christmas and birthdays), but hardly met. Till when I am in year 3 of uni, we&amp;nbsp;went for&amp;nbsp;a trip together to Malaysia (lasted a week) and we gotten closer again (especially we got our first handphones together Nokia 8250 from M1 in Suntec). After that we text each other almost everyday till one fateful day we had a quarrel and she don't want to be my friend anymore (details I won't talked about it). The break is short but it took us year to got better again. And when we got better, we got attached too. During the 7 years together, we got to know each other even better (knowing each others bad habits and behaved like husband and wife, we got too comfortable with one another and sad to say, took each other for granted that it will stay like this for life). Went MiMi is graduating, I suddenly felt my role in her life is over, and felt end is drawing near, I waved off the idea as I don't think we ever will break, NEVER. But I am proven wrong (I won't go into details as well). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next I will talked about Puppy, my other love. This is something I do not expect at all. Why so? We are so different in personality and also we are both having problems with our loves at the time we got to know each other. So truthfully we are not in the mood to look for new love. But love happens at the most unexpected time or place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until now I still cannot figure out why I fell in love with Puppy. It is definitely not as clear cut as MiMi. With Puppy it is more like a sudden realisation that I am in love with her (I know her for about&amp;nbsp;6 mths, close only about 4 mths because of the tons of birthdays we celebrated together, started off with mine wahaha). I will say it is very magical to the extend of unreal. For someone with a very scientific mindset, it is beyond my comprehesion on how and why it did it happen. But it had happened and I love her. I like her smile (childlike smile), her big heart, her craziness&amp;nbsp;and her passion for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 2 loves are so different, one is slow and steady while the other is crash and passionate.&amp;nbsp;I must say I am very blessed to have 2 such&amp;nbsp;super nice girls&amp;nbsp;to love me. Yet all I did for them is to hurt them.&amp;nbsp;Hiaz. maybe its what people say, Nan Ren&amp;nbsp;Bu Huai Nu Ren&amp;nbsp;Bu Ai (I know I wrote in HanyuPinyin but I don't have Chinese writting software on the comp I am using now). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I didn't answer the question why, and in fact still trying to find out why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MoMo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7120396630552714632?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7120396630552714632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-did-i-love-ones-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7120396630552714632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7120396630552714632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-did-i-love-ones-i-love.html' title='Why did I love the ones I love?'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5357753375468916886</id><published>2011-10-07T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:50:02.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MiMi'/><title type='text'>Restore Me by Anthony Evans</title><content type='html'>On the outside,&lt;br /&gt;You think I am alright.&lt;br /&gt;There is a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the inside there is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iDIVDBqxk_s" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5357753375468916886?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5357753375468916886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/restore-me-by-anthony-evans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5357753375468916886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5357753375468916886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/restore-me-by-anthony-evans.html' title='Restore Me by Anthony Evans'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iDIVDBqxk_s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2134062670983162088</id><published>2011-10-06T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:40:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>重来一次</title><content type='html'>如果人生能重来一次的话该有多好。那样的话我就可以把我所犯下的错误抹掉。可惜的是，人只有一个人生，只好硬着头皮地走下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三十多年的日子里，我犯下的错不计其数。但最让我心痛的是伤害我所爱的人，而且不只是一个。爱一个人就是希望她能快快乐乐，我却让她们哭哭啼啼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然现在我们都只是朋友但是我还是很希望看到她门的笑容。其实不当情人不是大事，只要能一辈子当好友我就心满意足了。虽说可惜但我觉得没有我她们会更开心。（我知道她们都不这么认为）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能是我自卑吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再会，&lt;br /&gt;默默&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这可能是我最后一次用华文书写了。真的太麻烦了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2134062670983162088?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2134062670983162088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2134062670983162088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2134062670983162088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_06.html' title='重来一次'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4279758074552308063</id><published>2011-10-06T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:20:17.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Fasting and Praying + Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First I will talk abit of myself, I am from a&amp;nbsp;poor Chinese family whose religion is Taoism/Buddism hybrid. I am exposed to Christianity only when I entered JC (St Andrews JC), I must say the weekly mass is super boring thus I am not converted till I entered NS. Even though I am not a believer per se but I do pray to the Lord on and off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My good friend then, MiMi brought me to City Harvest Church, and after a few visits I am more or less converted but I still refuse to answer the Altercall. I must say I am really a stubborn one when it comes to religion. Although I choose to follow God but I decide to do it my way. (Not joining any church) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is 2 main events in my life (and many more I didn't realise) that showed me God's grace and power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. My entry to NUS Medicine. Everyone know how hard it is to enter Medicine locally and it's been years since the last student from SAJC enter it (told to me by&amp;nbsp;my form&amp;nbsp;teacher -- to give up my dreams and drop a subject so I can concentrate more on my GP{General Paper}&amp;nbsp;which is always failing). Anyway nobody will expect me to really get in (especially someone who keep failing GP) and I didn't get in, despite having 4 distinctions, passing my GP (with C5, how to enter med school with C5 LOL)&amp;nbsp;at last and gotten a chance at the interview. When I receive the letter of offer, I was offered my&amp;nbsp;second choice which is Science Faculty. I must say I am really sad and prayed to Lord for a miracle (how can there be one, once you receive the offer letter, it's over and you can never had another chance even if you apply the next year). For God there is no such thing as impossible, so a month or&amp;nbsp;two later I received another letter from NUS, telling me that there is an opening in Medicine and ask&amp;nbsp;if I will like to take it up. Talked&amp;nbsp;about miracles. (Anyway who will say no to that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. In my 3rd year of University study, my mum was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, confirmed with FNAC (needle biopsy). So she went for the op to remove to lump and the lymph nodes. I prayed again to the Lord, asking him to help my mum and I willingly will give up half of my lifespan for her. To cut the story short, post op, they sent the specimen to the lab and it turned out to be negative (meaning cannot find the cancer). Oh shit, is the cancerous lump still in the breast, that's what is in my mind then. They called her up, scan her and make sure lumps are out. They even send the specimen over to USA for a second opinion. All turned out negative. So this is another major miracle for me. Praise the Lord. Although I must say, my mum was quite upset as she went through all that for 'nothing'. She still didn't know it is the blessing of God. It will be quite hard to convince a stubborn old lady whose religion is herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coming back to now, with all the sadness and disappointments I had in recent months. I asked God why. Why oh why... Well in the end I think I know why. (maybe it will be another blog post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi got a revelation that she will need to have her heart shattered again (first time by her first boyfriend, and she moved away from God since), so God can rebuild it up and give her a new one. Also she need to fast and pray for me, why I really don't know. But I decide to follow suit to fast and pray (I really not good at praying). I fast from 10am to 5pm everyday (not even sure if I am doing it right), started this monday 3rd Oct. Today is the 4th day, I really hope there is a break through. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing about fasting, it really makes you think about food. There are days I go without lunch and I won't even bat an eye lid or even think much about it but when you are fasting, your mind is just filled with food and more food to tempt me. Let's see how long I can stand it. I hope I can do it till there is break-through for Mimi and Puppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MoMo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time to go back to work. wahahaha, blogging at work is so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7490151621609000743-4279758074552308063?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4279758074552308063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/fasting-and-praying-testimony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4279758074552308063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4279758074552308063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/fasting-and-praying-testimony.html' title='Fasting and Praying + Testimony'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1710094601294099618</id><published>2011-10-05T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:58:30.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>I hate myself</title><content type='html'>This statement is so so so freaking true. I hate myself for being who I am, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I can write about it but I will keep things recent. Recently I had lost my mind and gone crazy, very likely because of the new found emotions which eluded me for so freaking long. Thus I do not know how to control&amp;nbsp;it and was controlled by it instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I would have kept my emotions to myself and not let anyone into my personal space. No one needed to know who I like or come to love or anything, not even the person herself. Why did I lose my mind and loose my tongue as well. It resulted in such a big disaster (worse than a Tsunami) that I really don't know how to go about doing damage control or recovery. Not&amp;nbsp;mentioning&amp;nbsp;about all those break ups too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Why did I come to this stage of life? I am supposed to be old enough to think straight, not to make mistakes like these. Thus I hate myself. How I wish I can start hammering myself to pieces but it will be too painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating oneself is not easy, since you can't run away or avoid yourself. I got to live my life with this bugger who is ruining my life. (I started to sound like split personality) So what shall I do, I shall retreat into myself, just be with myself alone, not bothering anyone with my nonsense. Until the day I can control myself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day I will even come to love myself. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo ranting away.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1710094601294099618?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1710094601294099618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1710094601294099618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1710094601294099618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-myself.html' title='I hate myself'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1702773569681668287</id><published>2011-10-05T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:59:29.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Love'/><title type='text'>Love and happiness formula</title><content type='html'>Love = pain (with love comes pain)&lt;br /&gt;Happiness = life - pain (happiness in life without pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;br /&gt;Happiness = life - love &lt;br /&gt;So in order to have happiness then there must be no love in life. Wahaha. New discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shall remain single for life. Not loving anyone and dont let anyone loves me. That way i will be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1702773569681668287?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1702773569681668287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-and-happiness-formula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1702773569681668287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1702773569681668287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-and-happiness-formula.html' title='Love and happiness formula'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4714599122953461329</id><published>2011-10-05T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:08:04.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>思念</title><content type='html'>好久没用华文书写了，让我来试试看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思念是一种很奇妙的感觉，让人又爱又恨。思念让我想着我的心上人却又不能接触她。只好望着白墙，独自听着她送的歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我知道她也在某处静静的思念。真想跑过去抱抱她，但是这样做会让她更难放下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情这种事，说起来容易做起来难。爱一个人容易但让她幸福难。因为看不到未来的幸福，我是否该放手让她找寻她的幸福？头痛，真的很头痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;写地很辛苦。就在此断笔吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在会，&lt;br /&gt;默默&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4714599122953461329?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4714599122953461329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4714599122953461329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4714599122953461329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='思念'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2615063201191660974</id><published>2011-10-04T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:21:23.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>New employment</title><content type='html'>Wow! It's been 15 mths since i am last employed. Finally gotten myself a full time employment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 15 months of freedom was great initially but ended badly because of my emotional and relationship issues. But with the new employment I aimed to stabilize financially and getting a hold of my life once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work was on 1st oct. It was a day full of memories (not the work) as my mood went up and down like a roller coaster and ended more or less down on monday 3rd oct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been 2 days at work this week. Life is easy and boring as my work is too routine. But then in my line of work, excitement usually happens at the cost of someone's life. So i rather have a boring day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socially, my life stagnanted with most of my time spent at home or at work(just like most people). Just too lazy to go out. And no mood as well. Well maybe it is a good thing as last few weeks had been so hectic that I don't see my room enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do now that I am blogging. Wahaha. I love my new job especially when it pays a 5 figure salary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2615063201191660974?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2615063201191660974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-employment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2615063201191660974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2615063201191660974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-employment.html' title='New employment'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3468320417663662218</id><published>2011-10-03T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:00:05.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Love'/><title type='text'>Love &amp; Pain</title><content type='html'>Love and pain come hand in hand, because there is love that's why things he/she says/does will hurt. Simply because they matters, even the smallest issue can hurt like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do when things I do bring pain to my beloved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Change my behavior. &lt;br /&gt;This i think is the simplest solution. But sometimes not easy. Why so? Because I have to see that the behaviour need changing in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting the other party to accept it. &lt;br /&gt;Really hard. If the other party perceive it as wrong or inappropriate, it will be so hard to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Break up. &lt;br /&gt;This is the worst solution. But if coupled with other reasons, it may become the only solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lie.&lt;br /&gt;Unacceptable but may be the easiest way out. Honesty is overrated. When you are honest, people will not belief it, then why not just lie to get it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently faced with similar situation where something I did hurt my beloved. I knew I cannot changed my behaviour also it is hard to change her thinking on that issue. I am left with no choice but lie through it or break up. I won't lie to her, how can I lie to the one I love. Thus I am left with not much choice but break up. Break up is not easy. It is painful for both parties. Although it usually hurts the girl more than the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But making the decision to break is also not easy. BeCause the event in itself is not drastic enough to warrant it. But when it is coupled with non-acceptance from your lover's friends, when the whole world think the worse of me, when I am already at the base of the ravine, when I lose confidence in everything including myself, when I see the pain in my lover's eye, when I couldn't see a bright future, when death is always on my mind and when pain is the only thing surrounding you, plus the realisation that love is not enough to overcome everything, break up and run away seem the only way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I regret? Yes, definitely regretting it. Especially when I feel she is the one I will be with till the world ends. But sometimes it may be the best for the other person. So swallow the pain and send out the decision. 'Him that I love I wish to let go, even from me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3468320417663662218?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3468320417663662218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3468320417663662218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3468320417663662218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-pain.html' title='Love &amp;amp; Pain'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-484651404680646232</id><published>2011-09-27T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:01:51.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omy.sg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>OMY.sg Movie Event: Change-Up (M18)</title><content type='html'>The movie had a very simple story, about 2 men who switched body. This kind of story is not new, there had been many similar story out there. What makes this one stand out is the joke it had in it. They will make your hard day goes away. I am a fan of comedy and I certainly had enjoyed&amp;nbsp;a lot watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple synopsis - Growing up together, Mitch (Reynolds) and Dave (Bateman) were inseparable best friends, but as the years have passed they've slowly drifted apart. While Dave is an overworked lawyer, husband and father of three, Mitch has remained a single, quasi-employed man-child who has never met a responsibility he liked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Mitch, Dave has it all: beautiful wife Jamie (Leslie Mann), kids who adore him and a high-paying job at a prestigious law firm. To Dave, living Mitch's stress free life without obligation or consequence would be a dream come true. Following a drunken night out together, Mitch and Dave's worlds are turned upside down when they wake up in each other's bodies and proceed to freak the &amp;amp;*#@ out. Despite the freedom from their normal routines and habits, the guys soon discover that each other's lives are nowhere near as rosy as they once seemed. Further complicating matters are Dave's sexy legal associate, Sabrina (Olivia Wilde), and Mitch's estranged father (Alan Arkin). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;With time not on their side, Mitch and Dave comically struggle to avoid completely destroying each other's lives before they can find a way to get their old ones back.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------﻿ &lt;/div&gt;The movie is quite an entertaining piece which will make you laugh from the start to the end. There is also a very touching family theme hidden inside where the man of the house realising his chase of carreer and money is not the life he wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I will rate it 4 out of 5. Definitely a show worth watching with friends. (as long as you are 18 years old) &lt;br /&gt;Only issue is there is a lot of nudity and valgur words being used liberally. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/xHnyW5Fvtvw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHnyW5Fvtvw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHnyW5Fvtvw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Wishing to be someone else is definitely a dream, one that I had. Although I never had a friend who's life I want to live but I will definitely enjoy changing life with someone. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-484651404680646232?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/484651404680646232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/omysg-movie-event-change-up-m18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/484651404680646232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/484651404680646232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/omysg-movie-event-change-up-m18.html' title='OMY.sg Movie Event: Change-Up (M18)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-8488729012315057738</id><published>2011-09-27T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:30:30.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/3rIs2S2WH7M/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rIs2S2WH7M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rIs2S2WH7M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song 'given' to me by Puppy. I can't stop listening to it. Feeling sad and happy at the same time while listening to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me an idea. I am going to change my blog name to Bleeding Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-8488729012315057738?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8488729012315057738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-given-to-me-by-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8488729012315057738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8488729012315057738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-given-to-me-by-puppy.html' title=''/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-8721975728610531103</id><published>2011-09-26T08:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:30:48.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>There will be some upcoming changes to the blog from Oct onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major reasons as this blog was originally set up for maintaining a long distance relationship between mimi and momo while mimi studied in perth australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As MiMi had completed her studies and we had gone separate ways (no longer a couple), this blog will need to have some changes as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoMo will still be here, writing blog but first let me figure out a new name and a new theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-8721975728610531103?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8721975728610531103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8721975728610531103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8721975728610531103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7162240246205781502</id><published>2011-09-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:56:47.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Perth trip - MiMi's convocation</title><content type='html'>5th sep (Black Monday)&lt;br /&gt;- wake up early, no breakfast as mum is sick. Having GE symptoms. Managed to get her to take some meds. &lt;br /&gt;- left house, took a cab to changi airport terminal 1. &lt;br /&gt;- reached airport around 715am.&lt;br /&gt;- check in is smooth and fast. Not many people queueing. &lt;br /&gt;- after checkin we went for breakfast at Ruyi, i ordered curry noodle and got curry rice instead. (after i reminded her its noodle). Mimi and both our mums had chicken porridge. &lt;br /&gt;- after breakfast we went into departure and towards gate C13 for our quantas flight. &lt;br /&gt;- plane took off at 9am. &lt;br /&gt;- both mimi and me are so tired that we didnt watch a single show on the plane. Lunch was braised chickens (it sucks). &lt;br /&gt;- in the plane, we talked about our relationship for the past 7 years. We are grateful that we are there for one another for the times together. It is a sad decision that we have to part but it wouldn't stop us being soulmates. &lt;br /&gt;- plane landed at 2pm. After much hassle at the immigration and quarrantine, we are out at 330pm. &lt;br /&gt;- mimi went to check her emails while i went to draw money. So sad the ATM (ANZ) hanged while counting money. I withdrew 800 AUD but received zero. It just showed - This ATM is currently out of service. What to do but to go to another ATM (bankwest) and got my money. &lt;br /&gt;- mimi got our car rental and we lost the credit card. &lt;br /&gt;- without realizing it, we left airport and went to have dinner in the city. (roast duck rice cost us a total of Aud70)&lt;br /&gt;- after dinner, we went to my lodging at scarborough observatory resort and check in. Around 7pm. My mum hate the place. But its a budget place with no frills and Shared toilet. &lt;br /&gt;- its really a black monday for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th sep (Grey Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;- woke up at 1am, went scouting around our hotel and bought some tibits. &lt;br /&gt;- mimi fetch us to go breakfast. Mee sian indian style. I don't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;- after breakfast we went murdoch university to collect her regalia. After getting it, she had photo taking with her friends and us. &lt;br /&gt;- 3pm, we went airport to fetch mimi's brother who came to her convocation. Mimi and me had a short tiff. My mood is bad from black monday. &lt;br /&gt;- after getting him we went King's park for flower watching and some photo taking. We got to see some nice little ducklings feeding on grasses. &lt;br /&gt;- dinner was at Hog's breath (steak). I really need to stop taking fatty food. &lt;br /&gt;- after dinner mimi send us back to our hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th sep (The Big Day)&lt;br /&gt;- woke up around 9, lazed till 10 plus before dragging myself out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;- ate apple strudel for breakfast. Yum yum. I got sweet tooth. &lt;br /&gt;- after breakfast my mum and i went to walk around the beach. &lt;br /&gt;- then went coles and bought some tibits and a meat pie (plus lottery) &lt;br /&gt;- walked back to hotel, changed into something nice for tonight event &lt;br /&gt;- mimi's bro picked us up and went floreat (where she stayed for 3.5 years) &lt;br /&gt;- lunch. (dimsum) &lt;br /&gt;- then we went murdoch university to show her bro around plus collected her binded thesis. &lt;br /&gt;- time running late, rushed back to floreat, make up, hair do etc and off to perth convention centre &lt;br /&gt;- i bought her a giant bear for her graduation &lt;br /&gt;- event ended around 830, followed by photo taking with her friends and relatives. &lt;br /&gt; - dinner at chinese restuarant (8 person set dinner which can't be finished by 11 adults) &lt;br /&gt;- post dinner, mimi went my hotel for a chat. &lt;br /&gt;- end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th sep (Phototaking) &lt;br /&gt;- woke up at about 10+, changed and sat on the bed waiting. &lt;br /&gt;- finally transport came around 11+ &lt;br /&gt;- first stop, the airport to send mimi's bro home. His flight is 330pm. &lt;br /&gt;- breakfast at airport, chef recommendation (rice, chicken wrap in pasta, curry chicken, roasted vege) + fish fillet. Not bad. &lt;br /&gt;- after breakfast (more like lunch), we took some photo before mimi's bro enter departure. &lt;br /&gt;- afterwhich we proceed to King's park. Photo session began and ended at 530pm.  &lt;br /&gt;- dinner at chinese restuarant in chinatown. Not bad, better than yesterday dinner at less than 50% of yesterday cost. &lt;br /&gt;- post dinner mimi send us back to the resort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th sep (Quarrel and patching up) &lt;br/&gt;- woke up at 10+, changed and waited for mimi. &lt;br/&gt;- mimi came, informed her that i read her dairy last night. &lt;br/&gt;- mimi was angry, plus the fact i put my status as 'single' made it worse. &lt;br/&gt;- we had a quarrel with an hour of shouting at each other. Ending only when her mum called. &lt;br/&gt;- she brought us to floreat, her place. And then went lunch at cambridge shopping centre food court. &lt;br/&gt;- i didn't had lunch as i am still upset from all the shouting. Letting me know more of her grieviences that i wouldn't had realise if not because of the quarrel. &lt;br/&gt;- after lunch. We went to serpentine dam. We had a talk and patched up from morning quarrel. &lt;br/&gt;- my mum climbed up a table to take photo and fell while getting down. Luckily she just sustained some bruises and abrasion to left leg and knee. &lt;br/&gt;- i climbed up to take a look at her. Scolded her for being so careless and i got down. While getting down i slipped on the kerb and twisted my right ankkle. &lt;br/&gt;- not sure to be angry or laugh at the funny turn of event. It resulted me limping and getting some care and concern from mimi. &lt;br/&gt;- after the fall, we drove to serpentine falls for photo taking (without me, as i rest in the car with swollen ankle. &lt;br/&gt;- dinner was fired cooked pizza at fremantle. Nice. We also ordered a soup and a bowl of mussels. &lt;br/&gt;- after dinner we return to floreat, mimi had a bath and we went back to scarborough. With mimi staying overnight. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;10th sep (last day at perth)&lt;br/&gt;- woke up at 9am, changed and checked out. &lt;br/&gt;- breakfast at subway. &lt;br/&gt;- went floreat, picked up mimi mum and went lunch (fish and chips with fresh oysters). Yum yum. &lt;br/&gt;- after lunch we met mimi cousin and had tea at cambridge. &lt;br/&gt;- post tea we went to have a walk around lake mongo. &lt;br/&gt;- after walk, back to floreat, rest and proceed to dinner. Before travel to airport. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THE END!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;cheers, &lt;br/&gt;momo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7162240246205781502?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7162240246205781502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/perth-trip-mimis-convocation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7162240246205781502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7162240246205781502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/perth-trip-mimis-convocation.html' title='Perth trip - MiMi&apos;s convocation'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7452300888773545298</id><published>2011-09-04T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:18:42.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Decision making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Making decision is hard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but living without a decision is harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Those waiting for the decision&amp;nbsp;have it the hardest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I just realised. Because of my indecisiveness I hurt&amp;nbsp;the persons I loved most. Sigh, the time to make a decision had finally came.&amp;nbsp;But is it late? Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions made, time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7452300888773545298?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7452300888773545298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/decision-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7452300888773545298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7452300888773545298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/decision-making.html' title='Decision making'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2498456896125483830</id><published>2011-09-01T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:22:30.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Walking down memory lane - unexpectedly</title><content type='html'>A trip to Bishan Park ended up as an opportunity down memory lane for me. We planned to go for cycling but alas the park is under renovation / upgrading. So we have nothing better to do. Thus I brought my friends (Rachael and Vanessa)&amp;nbsp;to my old house (where my childhood is). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with my grandma after being borned but moved to Ang Mo Kio Ave 1 when I reached about&amp;nbsp;6 years of age. Stayed there till 15 years old. I can say that all my childhood which I can remember is there. Just talked abit about history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Ang Mo Kio when I enter Kindergarden 2. Then went to Mayflower Primary School. After attaining my PSLE, I went to Ang Mo Kio Secondary School and move to Jurong when I am starting Secondary 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put a few photos that&amp;nbsp;Rachael took for me during the trip through my memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSZtv3lOetM/Tl5c55B6IPI/AAAAAAAABAE/MiUKzZgg9K8/s1600/IMG_0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSZtv3lOetM/Tl5c55B6IPI/AAAAAAAABAE/MiUKzZgg9K8/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is where I stay. Blk224 Ang Mo Kio Ave 1 #02-533&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tCtH4YLrbQk/Tl5dlUtnrjI/AAAAAAAABAI/xbJZbtkuUzQ/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tCtH4YLrbQk/Tl5dlUtnrjI/AAAAAAAABAI/xbJZbtkuUzQ/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another view of the block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6dDI3AYLUI/Tl5dzpoeBMI/AAAAAAAABAM/t8uW6ZhdEV0/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6dDI3AYLUI/Tl5dzpoeBMI/AAAAAAAABAM/t8uW6ZhdEV0/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my old sch (Ang Mo Kio Sec Sch). New building though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think thats all the photos I show. Rest are not so interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After seeing all this 'historical' spots, we walked to Ang Mo Kio hub and proceeded to take the MRT to Orchard (Lucky Plaza). We ate phillipino food there. Yum yum... my very first time eating it. Thank you Vanessa for bringing us there. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YIXZhJ0GnE/Tl5fs_cdKbI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KjgO4bLZGeQ/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YIXZhJ0GnE/Tl5fs_cdKbI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KjgO4bLZGeQ/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy food... drooling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2498456896125483830?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2498456896125483830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/walking-down-memory-lane-unexpectedly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2498456896125483830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2498456896125483830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/walking-down-memory-lane-unexpectedly.html' title='Walking down memory lane - unexpectedly'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSZtv3lOetM/Tl5c55B6IPI/AAAAAAAABAE/MiUKzZgg9K8/s72-c/IMG_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-9116344770322460280</id><published>2011-08-26T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:05:28.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Future at its darkest time</title><content type='html'>Tons of things happened during the last 2.5 months eversince the fateful day on the 13th June (it's really a terrible day to remember, when can I forget it all). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me process the memories and hopefully getting over it once an for all. I talked to my GF (MiMi) on the phone casually, and the topic went into whether she will return to SG or not and this led to the ultimate question I have been waiting for. "Will you accept me now that I am pursuing my darkest dream?" The answer is simple. "What do you think, based on your understanding of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World collapsed immediately, although I expected a breakup, but this sentences mean I know the answer all along. Truth is I do know the answer and I knew it well, because this issue had poped up in our relationship for a few times causing periods of angst and sadness. But well, this time I am truly serious in going on with it, what to do, all I have to do is accept the fact. It was late, I remembered it was around 2-3 am in the morning. Even though I am sad I told myself, I will not cry. I make myself go to sleep. I woke up early, unable to sleep to the time of my usual wakening hour. The pain still lingers, as I talked to a friend on FB, the topic moved to why am I sad and soon everything pour out including the tears I am holding back. (Really embarassing crying in front of my comp, luckily my mum is still sleeping in her room.) The day passed by with the mind just replaying the whole thing over and over. Till dinner when I met the same friend, who just want to be there for me. I am grateful, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is just a start of the domino effect. The next thing is my work, I am frustrated and depressed and still being 'bullied' at work. I just couldn't take it anymore and cancelled all my coming slots for the mths and mths after. (I work free-lance thus paid by the hour for slots I worked). And this is the start of my joblessness and income-less. This added fuel to the fire, now I have to worry about finance too. Argh... Why didn't I just swallowed my emo-ness then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing to come is my mother. After telling her the news of me pursuing my dream (I thought she would have guess it) and I think it really stunt her. She was speechless for few days, but when she speak, I became an object of verbal attack (not vulgal, just bombarding me with questions upon questions of why this and why not this). I couldn't take it, I flared up and shouted at her. After that I felt bad, I understand this is a tough thing to accept. But yet I am really not that right in the mind to be civil anymore. The stress level is at the dangerously high, almost causing me to break down and choose death. It was tempting, really tempting, the lure of peace and nothingness is something I longed for. But it will be so stupid, I was about to go after my most important dream and I am to kill myself. No way, then why did I embarked on it in the first place. The suicide thoughts lingers on, but I knew I have a path to walk. It won't be easy, I may have to travel alone, or worse with people throwing stones at me at every steps. But this is what I chose, and I will just bear through it, alive or dead. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that there are minor things, like side effects from the medications I have to take to me emo-ing on Facebook resulting in many of my friends wanting to know what happened. Their concern added more stress as I am suppose to keep the secret a secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must say, it is not all about falling and falling. Apparently, friends whom I just got&amp;nbsp;to acquaint become someone whom I shared my issues and comforted me during the times of darkness. Also, their birthdays just have to be so nearby too, resulting in me going from one celebrations to another. And birthday celebrations are surprisingly good ways to distract the mind. But I must say, I never really attended birthday celebrations of friends other than MiMi. But as I am jobless, I am too free, so no reason not to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was invited to join a friend to Phuket as she happened to be on annual leave. We asked around for others to join but it so happen that none are free or interested. So we went together, 3 days 2 nights of eating and shopping and gunning was fun and certainly took a lot of the stress off temporary. On the day of return, we are so unlucky, making the wrong choice of lunch resulting in gastroenteritis (GE). Well, luckily it is at the end of the trip but it made the flying back much harder for my travel mate, she looked like zombie by the time the flight took off. Well, I also got the GE, and it worsen after I got home (which is quite lucky). I have such stomach cramps that I feel like I am going to die. Now I can really understand the pain of those poor females&amp;nbsp;with menses cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to MiMi, I have to fly to Perth to meet her and bring her back to SG. Days before we had a conversation through sms, which again touch the issue of being together. And she told another friend that she is trying to give up the relationship. This message resulted in another breakdown, suprisingly this time is worse than the last (I would have expected less hurt). I think the reason being is she has given up or given up trying, at least that's how I interpret it then. I cried the whole night to sleep, and woke up early with more tears washing my face. By noon, I decided I will let everything go. No point holding on to a person who is no longer trying, at least thats my take. I began to psycho myself about the positiveness of being single and I am successful, by the end of the day I felt so much better. Because I like freedom and being single give me that. But I still proceeded to go Perth, even if we are not together we are still friends, good friends or even soulmates. Well, in my mind I just wanna go there, settle all the administrative part of the parting. Well, that didn't turn out as expected. MiMi still clinging on the relationship despite of what she said in the sms. Thus after much communication and crying, we got back together. But the scars remained. (I just realise it is hard to pick up the pieces once you let go of them, but for the sake of 7 years relationship + my love for her, I will do it). Well this decision is definitely good and rational.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these resulting in quite a bad case of emo-ing (first time for me). It lasted 2 weeks. Ended just days before I decided to write this. Main cause of the emo is that I am unable to reconcile with what happened. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-9116344770322460280?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9116344770322460280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/future-at-its-darkest-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9116344770322460280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9116344770322460280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/future-at-its-darkest-time.html' title='Future at its darkest time'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-406465590193476495</id><published>2011-08-23T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:27:18.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Emo-ness over</title><content type='html'>Ever since I returned from Perth, I had been emo-ing. First time experiencing it, feeling is bad, really bad, so much so that I had thoughts of just ending life, get drunk, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting in the park yesterday, and talking to 2 of my best friends/soulmate/girl friend, I finally gotten over it. Reason for emo-ing, relationships issues, always the case right. LOL. But I won't go into details. Too private to share on a Blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up today, feeling so much better, fresh and ready to work. (I have not been working for 2 months). Let's hope the resumes I sent out caught the eyes of the employers and get back to me soon. I really need some money now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to use the time to design a new game for iphone/ipad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-406465590193476495?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/406465590193476495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/emo-ness-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/406465590193476495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/406465590193476495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/emo-ness-over.html' title='Emo-ness over'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7844845299958227914</id><published>2011-08-22T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:30:45.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchstick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>New matchstick jokes</title><content type='html'>What do 2 matchstick do when they meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They high 5 into flames. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recession, what did a matchstick say to another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are next in line to be fired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5f9O4Wj4VQ/TlJveHOJiFI/AAAAAAAABAA/7tnTY2MRitk/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5f9O4Wj4VQ/TlJveHOJiFI/AAAAAAAABAA/7tnTY2MRitk/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7844845299958227914?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7844845299958227914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-matchstick-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7844845299958227914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7844845299958227914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-matchstick-jokes.html' title='New matchstick jokes'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5f9O4Wj4VQ/TlJveHOJiFI/AAAAAAAABAA/7tnTY2MRitk/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2873149011873082115</id><published>2011-08-22T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:49:05.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Planning to get drunk</title><content type='html'>After so many years of resisting the temptation of alcohol, I finally decide I will let myself get drunk for good. But I must confess, I really really hate the taste of alcholic drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drink I like so far is Soju. Surprisingly sweet, at least when I first try it in the restuarant 2D1N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making plans to get drunk is as exciting as losing virginity or rather nerve racking. And I definitely don't plan to lose my virginity after getting drunk. It will be too wasted hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, shall I or shall I not proceed to get drunk... If to drink, where should I do it? What should I drink? Who should I drink with?&amp;nbsp;So many question marks just to get drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.... Maybe I should just remain sober. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2873149011873082115?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2873149011873082115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/planning-to-get-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2873149011873082115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2873149011873082115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/planning-to-get-drunk.html' title='Planning to get drunk'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2605316467041795241</id><published>2011-08-21T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T10:22:42.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Calf pain + chest pain</title><content type='html'>My left calf is painful. Tender. &lt;br /&gt;Chest pain. Mild&lt;br /&gt;No SOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i having DVT+PE. Unlikely, possibly a small DVT but definitely not PE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;Chest pain lasted the whole night, irritating more than any real threat, I am quite sure is it is the ribs or pleural as it is more painful at certain posture and depth of breathing. And it continues to linger....&lt;br /&gt;Calf pain had resolved. Maybe just a cramp.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2605316467041795241?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2605316467041795241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/calf-pain-chest-pain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2605316467041795241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2605316467041795241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/calf-pain-chest-pain.html' title='Calf pain + chest pain'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5917332482014967239</id><published>2011-08-19T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:09:25.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLD.sg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omy.sg'/><title type='text'>Event - Invitation to visit SOLD.SG by OMY.SG</title><content type='html'>I participated in an event organised by OMY.sg. It was to visit the office of the people doing &lt;a href="http://sold.sg/"&gt;SOLD.SG&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me talked about what is SOLD.SG. It is an auction website, not the tradition kind like eBay.com but the New Age type where people buy tokens to bid on items which start from $0.00. SOLD.SG is not the first site doing this, I have tried a similar website (name forgotten - maybe something like bidcatus etc) when they just launch. I find the concept interesting and in fact I once considered doing something similar myself, but there are too many clones out there with fear that company can have dummy account which make sure no one win the auction but themselves. This brought us back to SOLD.SG, they are definitely not doing this. They offerred us to call each winner and check them out if they are real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ-Q-jdYBWk/Tk2-A37Q5qI/AAAAAAAAA_s/PC_rt9Uyfxs/s1600/DSC03509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ-Q-jdYBWk/Tk2-A37Q5qI/AAAAAAAAA_s/PC_rt9Uyfxs/s320/DSC03509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Show casing their site on the gigantic TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXCTs96W79Q/Tk2-jK2vZzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SVAxyG2kNAU/s1600/DSC03508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXCTs96W79Q/Tk2-jK2vZzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SVAxyG2kNAU/s320/DSC03508.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the things being auctioned is definitely real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let's go back to the event. We are invited to their office in Mohamed Sultan road (Not easy to find the place). I arrived early at around 345pm when I enter the room. It was a nice and cosy office with equally friendly bosses and staffs. They even prepared door gifts for us (very thoughtful). Plus nice cupcakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEYHAUBT96Y/Tk3BBn_3ZMI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Ykcn7fry_XA/s1600/DSC03511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEYHAUBT96Y/Tk3BBn_3ZMI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Ykcn7fry_XA/s320/DSC03511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Door gift - an umbrella for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Y8jqhSmG0/Tk2_equr7uI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4QLCWkDg37M/s1600/DSC03510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4Y8jqhSmG0/Tk2_equr7uI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4QLCWkDg37M/s320/DSC03510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Look so nice, too bad I&amp;nbsp;didn't get to eat any as I am too full (lunch still undigested in my gut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After all the participants arrived, the event started, with short introduction to what is SOLD.SG is about and followed by some tips on how to win bids. See &lt;a href="http://www.sold.sg/guide/faq_01"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the tips and guide on how to use their website. From what I can see, they are different from other website in a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1uPAw_5AzA/Tk3CuVF7BoI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yXFg1oKRghs/s1600/DSC03514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1uPAw_5AzA/Tk3CuVF7BoI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yXFg1oKRghs/s320/DSC03514.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Instruction Manual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Definitely trust worthy from what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;2. They have free auction to allow people to practice and win things.&lt;br /&gt;3. They have 'L' auction (for beginners or users who have not won anything) to bid. This is helpful as the experience players are excluded and chance of winning something is higher. &lt;br /&gt;4. They have quite a lot of items listed everyday. User will be spoilt for choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation, they invited us to open an account and gave us free tokens to try out. Cool right. Really a nice bunch of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feel after trying them out. It is a very exciting just like playing jackpot. You never know who will win till the last sec is over. Go try them out at &lt;a href="http://sold.sg/"&gt;SOLD.SG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5917332482014967239?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5917332482014967239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/event-invitation-to-visit-soldsg-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5917332482014967239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5917332482014967239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/event-invitation-to-visit-soldsg-by.html' title='Event - Invitation to visit SOLD.SG by OMY.SG'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ-Q-jdYBWk/Tk2-A37Q5qI/AAAAAAAAA_s/PC_rt9Uyfxs/s72-c/DSC03509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3476113879856903957</id><published>2011-08-19T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:38:47.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytale'/><title type='text'>Fairytale - The beggar girl and the prince</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in a far far away land, there is a prince. Although he had everything he wanted but he is unhappy. Why so because he is not really a prince but a begger girl dressed up as a prince. Everyday her led a life of deceit, worrying that one day people will see through her act and started to shunt her. Even though she is a timid and lovable, she had to don an armour of lies to protect her real personality. She need to look tough, taking charging of the situation, making people unhappy at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She led the life for many years and she is tired, tired of all the acting and tired of not being able to be herself. She wants to get out of this 'prison' but once out of this 'prison', she will have to return to become a begger girl again. But she made up her mind, it is better to live a life poor and despised by others than a life of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When BG (Beggar Girl)&amp;nbsp;first decide to give up being a prince, she met a beautiful mermaid dressed in a white robe (name is Sunny). She came into the court one day and offered herself to be the partner of the prince. The temptation with Sunny is great. BG knew Sunny from many years back when&amp;nbsp;Sunny saved her from drowning, and BG fell in love with Sunny since. Sunny is a very different&amp;nbsp;when compared with BG. She is bright and&amp;nbsp;sunny (just like her name), also there is no lies in her. Her bubbliness cheered up BG a lot and BG love being with Sunny. But the only way for BG to stay with Sunny is to keep pretending to be a prince. After many days of consideration, BG made a very selfish decision, to stay as a prince (continuing the lie) and be with Sunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For seven years they stayed together, there are a lot of happy times together but BG is greedy. She want to return being a Beggar Girl and also wanted to be with Sunny (yet she also know that Sunny is not receptive being a lesbian). The thoughts kept recurring in BG's mind as there are times when BG is tired from all the pretending. Her indecisiveness torn her from inside out and she became depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG longed to be free from all the lies, coming out of the closet into the world. One day, she made up her mind, not to be indecisive anymore. She choose the path to reveal herself to the world and this news hurt Sunny badly. So much so that Sunny became Rainy, everyday washing her face with tears. Sunny had felt that BG had abandoned her and thus wrote a note to BG. In the note, she wrote that she will try to give up the relationship. Then Sunny ran off into the sea and stay hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On reading the note, BG cried for 2 full days. drowning herself in tears. A kind hearted angel descended and comforted BG. Angel also taught her how to get Sunny back from the sea. Angel gave BG a set of diving suit with oxygen tank. BG took the stuff and rode a horse towards the sea. And indeed, BG managed to find Sunny and get Sunny to re-accept her as BG and not as a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is then that BG realised that she is&amp;nbsp;being mean, selfish and greedy, wanting to be with Sunny but never spare a thought for Sunny's future. There is no future for Sunny, as BG is unable to provide Sunny with any luxury and worse, Sunny will have to live the rest of the life in shame because of BG. This put BG into another dilema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG suffered for days of agony and finally under the advice of Angel, she understood that each and everyone got their own cross to bear. She went to the chapel room in the corner of the castle and surrender all the burden to the Lord. Finally, BG receive some comfort and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG decided to follow her heart and be herself. Even in poverty, shame or abandonment, she will survive and be happy. With Sunny by her side, they live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like this short fairytale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3476113879856903957?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3476113879856903957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/fairytale-beggar-girl-and-prince.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3476113879856903957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3476113879856903957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/fairytale-beggar-girl-and-prince.html' title='Fairytale - The beggar girl and the prince'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3437931666420182488</id><published>2011-08-06T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:15:03.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or what is left of it. (To all readers, please do not read this post.)</title><content type='html'>Life, what is the purpose of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had done nothing really of any use for my past 33 yrs. Only thing with purpose is seeing MiMi through her degree. Attending her convocation in Sept will mark the end of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is there for me next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear, anger, anxiety, sadness, cold, and many more negativity I can think of. I am scared. I want to run. Can I? God, will you take me in and let me rest in your arms? Can you forgive me for all the wrong I have done and more wrong I am going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told that people who commit suicide cannot go to heaven. Will God ever forgive those who made the most stupid decision. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for me to think of ending it prematuredly. I won't and I had promised a few friends I will never do it. But the thoughts lingers, some time they offer peace to the chaos around us. I know it is a fake and a lie but it seem so comforting at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...... Letting my mind rest is really not a good idea especially when it starts to run wild like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking rein of it is my duty. I always pride myself being a rational person, one devoid of emotions. Always able to override my emotional feelings, getting work and decision made. But apparently not so, my fragile self is protected by the armour I worn so long that without it, I felt so weak, so vulnerable. Should I just don my armour and be the 'Man' again. hiding away all the unnecessary emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop ranting and thinking about it. My puny brain cannot take it anymore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3437931666420182488?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3437931666420182488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-or-what-is-left-of-it-to-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3437931666420182488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3437931666420182488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-or-what-is-left-of-it-to-all.html' title='Life or what is left of it. (To all readers, please do not read this post.)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1336441688530746079</id><published>2011-08-05T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:29:50.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Music videos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEfgLvS9qCw?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEfgLvS9qCw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song posted by Janice. Nice hockien christian song that MiMi's mother liked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="320" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9NEfPHQ6LIo" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is from a show called Big Blue. I never watched it before and after reading the synopsis I don't think I will watch it. It is a sad story, I prefer comedy to make myself happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="320" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cgWIO_T3aRo" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1336441688530746079?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1336441688530746079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-music-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1336441688530746079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1336441688530746079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-music-videos.html' title='Some Music videos.'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9NEfPHQ6LIo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1327367494703286240</id><published>2011-08-02T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:59:03.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Love'/><title type='text'>Reflection - What is love?</title><content type='html'>Since june 13th, I have been thinking about this. During this time I spoke to a few people on this topic, intentionally or unintentionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a few relationship created and broke, although personally I only had one relationship so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no expert in this topic but I will like to put forth my personal view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to me is an abstract thinking. It ranged from physical attraction to emotional attachment to even hormonal excitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say that I know how to love another person but I belief that in order to love others, one will need to learn how to love oneself first. Only after knowing how to love ownself then he or she can love others. Although this rule doesnt apply to all. But in practical sense, only by knowing how to please oneself, then you will know how to please others (e.g. Do not do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself a lot, even though there is some parts about myself I disliked but I can say I love myself more than loving any others. I know that this is very self centered or even selfish, but this is who I am. Thus I chose a path to satisfy myself while hurting a lot of others along the way. Although I do not intent to hurt them but it is really done and beyond my help. Even MiMi is hurt beyond words by my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love MiMi and I really cannot bear to see her getting hurt but because of my decision she is hurt. There is no escape for her. And because I love her, I need to let her go so she can find happiness that she can't recieve from me. Staying with me will just hurt her even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to go off now. And I still haven't figure out what exactly is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1327367494703286240?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1327367494703286240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflection-what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1327367494703286240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1327367494703286240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflection-what-is-love.html' title='Reflection - What is love?'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4638999840821588870</id><published>2011-07-29T19:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:11:25.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Perth trip 28Jul to 8Aug</title><content type='html'>I will keep updating this page from my trip to Perth, meeting up with MiMi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th July&lt;br /&gt;- Took Tiger Airways from SG to Perth, flight delayed initially due to plane issue then later bad weather in Perth. Perth Airport was closed for a short time. Flight is uneventful till the last part, during landing, it encountered strong turbulence. First time experiencing turbulence during landing, quite scary, I am thinking, maybe I am really not returning back to SG alive. Furthermore I develop a bit of chest pain during the flight with some chest tightness. Hiaz, I wonder when will the chest pain leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;- Touch down Perth around 1020pm (scheduled at 930pm). After crossing immigration and quarrantine check I exited the arrival hall and met MiMi. It had been a long time since I last saw her in Feb.&lt;br /&gt;- I got into her car and proceeded back home (we are lost for awhile). After I asked MiMi what road she is taking. Lucky she got the HTC touch phone with GPS installed. We used it to find the way back.&lt;br /&gt;- After reaching, her mummy prepared dinner (MeeSua) which I gobbled hungrily.&lt;br /&gt;- After dinner, we jumped into the bed. (because it is too cold out of the bed). We chatted a lot on the bed till quite late (4am or 5am), before we knocked out. &lt;br /&gt;- I got into a coughing fit using one of the pillow and was ok after a change of pillow (hmmm I am allergic to that pillow I think). I also develop eyes irritations, the room must be dusty. Arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th July&lt;br /&gt;- We woke up reluctantly at around 9am. &lt;br /&gt;- MiMi gave me a slice of Black Forest cake she made as the breakfast. It was nice but I am not a cake person so I didn't really like it. The canned cherries are too sour for my taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;- After lunch we went to lie down on the bed again, talking about&amp;nbsp;people whom I liked before.&lt;br /&gt;- After the round of chat, we got up to go lunch. Lunch was&amp;nbsp;HongKong roast meat in the city. It was so so filling.&lt;br /&gt;- After lunch MiMi and I walked to a place to get smoothie (lychee flavored, recommended by MiMi).&lt;br /&gt;- We got back to the car, it rained while we are reaching and we got to run.&lt;br /&gt;- We went into the car and her mum&amp;nbsp;drove us to Innaloo shopping mall. We walked around the shopping mall and bought some groceries.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;I got sleepy after the walk around the mall and we&amp;nbsp;went home. On reaching I went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Dinner is fried spagetti cooked by&amp;nbsp;MiMi, she is becoming a better housewife lol. Yummie, it taste superb. Surprised at her cooking skills. It really improved a lot. This dish will get 9/10. A little too spicy though. &lt;br /&gt;- Sleep.... at 2am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th July&lt;br /&gt;- We woke up at 10am, laze on the bed till 11am. Then we went to Lake Monger and took a long walk around the lake (lasted an hour plus)&lt;br /&gt;- After the walk, we went city and had brunch (Dim Sum). &lt;br /&gt;- Lunch is nice, after that we went meyer to shop around. But we didn't find the thing that we are looking for. Ending up in Coffee club where I got a glass of hot chocolate, she had long black and we got a cheeze cake together.&lt;br /&gt;- Further shopping after the drink but shops are closing. We went home instead. It was raining so heavily. &lt;br /&gt;- Dinner time (firied fish head beehoon&amp;nbsp;+ asam curry fish head + sambal toufu)&lt;br /&gt;- Going to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st July&lt;br /&gt;- Day of tears. Both of us cried while talking about our coming future. &lt;br /&gt;- After crying for few hours in bed, we finally got out of bed at 1pm+ and went for lunch in the city. We ate chinese food at a restuarant called Shanghai Tea House. &lt;br /&gt;- I suggested that she can stay with me as a GF till next year when things are more certain then she decide on our future. She is considering my proposal (I look forward for good news but it will be slim)&lt;br /&gt;- After lunch we went to King's Park while we walked for almost 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;- After the refreshing walk, we proceeded back to Herdmans (a supermart near her house) and did some shopping for grocery.&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner is home cooked by myself (Fish soup) with GuoTiao by her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Aug&lt;br /&gt;- Rainy day. We stayed home almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up around 11am, had breakfast (bread and ham for me + chocolate milk)&lt;br /&gt;- After breakfast, check facebook and emails. Then went back into the bed hahaha. Nap at around 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up from nap, had a bath. Time to meet Michael for dinner at 630pm. He changed the venue to Seizan (japanese food) rather than the initial korean&amp;nbsp;BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;- Overall this is a good day for us to rest the body and the mind from yesterday sadness. The conclusion is we still love each other but the issue is can we stay together or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd August&lt;br /&gt;- Day of reflection.&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up early at about 6am because it feels hot. (Most likely because of the beef we ate)&lt;br /&gt;- Return to bed around 8am and woke up after 11am. Laze on the bed till after 12 noon and ate breakfast (bread with ham {a lot of it} + a cup of milo + multivit)&lt;br /&gt;- After breakfast, sat in the computer room and stare at the laptop, checking emails and facebook. While chatting on iphone (Watsapp)&lt;br /&gt;- 2pm, we went out, going to Murdoch University to do some serious work for MiMi. (Binding her thesis into a hard cover book)&lt;br /&gt;- At around 5pm, we went to have dinner (ipoh hor fun + beef rendang)&lt;br /&gt;- After dinner, we went casino to have some fun. It has changed a bit since I last went there, more types of table games. One that caught my eye is progressive texas holdem. Too bad I am over my limit for the day liao. I lose about 120AUD.&lt;br /&gt;- Home sweet home, slept early at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd August&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 11am (slept for 12 hours, wow, it's really refreshing)&lt;br /&gt;- We wanted to go for a walk but it rained and we end up eating lunch (Fish and chips with squids and fresh oysters)&lt;br /&gt;- After lunch we manage to go back to the lake (more like a big pond), it rained again while we are halfway around it.&lt;br /&gt;- We finished a round at the pond and left to go shopping (grocery) for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;- MiMi's mum decided to cook dinner instead, we had white rice with ginseng chicken soup, sambal prawn/mussels and oyster sauce vegi.&lt;br /&gt;- Today is a good day in general, we came to a conclusion that she will stay with me as a lover till&amp;nbsp;completion of the whole progress before deciding about the future. This means I do have good hope. Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th August&lt;br /&gt;- Finally sunny day but it is colder than the rainy days. (called this place weird)&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast first at around 11am, bread with peanut butter and a cup of milo.&lt;br /&gt;- Walk around lake Mongo, with a corn (munching away happilly)&lt;br /&gt;- After the walk, we are a bit hungry and drove to city. We had vietnamese food for lunch (beef noodle + rice paper spring roll with chendol)&lt;br /&gt;- after lunch we walked to buy a apple strudel.&lt;br /&gt;- Reaching home, we are quite drained and both went into bed for a nap. Woke up at 740pm for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- Tonight dinner is Spagetti (the one I ate a few days back), this time round I will take photo and place on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th August&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up late again, I can't sleep the night before. &lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast is bread and peanut butter again (yum yum, I like peanut butter)&lt;br /&gt;- Today we are going to move out of perth, to a place called rockingham. It is about 60km of drive to the place.&lt;br /&gt;- Rockingham looks like a town. We stopped by the Rockingham Shopping centre and walked around window shopping. We ate a beef+mushroom pie. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;- After that we decide to go to the Rockingham beach and have our dinner by the beach. We bought Red Rooster for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;- It is very cold at the beach and as we finished our dinner, night falls. We got onto the car and moved home at around 615pm.&lt;br /&gt;- Pictures (2 only) will be available on my FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th August&lt;br /&gt;- Packing day.&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast at 10+am. Bread and peanut butter with a cup of milo. So standard lol.&lt;br /&gt;- Stuck in the computer room. Thinking about my life. &lt;br /&gt;- Lunch at 130pm (chicken porridge by MiMi's Mum)&lt;br /&gt;- After lunch, think somemore = depressed.&lt;br /&gt;- Confession, wrote an email to MiMi and made some confession. It is just not easy to say it face to face.&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner is steak at Hog's breath cafe. Nice, finally tasted the famous 18hr slow grilled steak. &lt;br /&gt;- Problem falling asleep. I think we slept at 3-4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th August&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 10am reluctantly but need to go church.&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast as usual for me.&lt;br /&gt;- Late for service (it's been more than 6 mths since I last go to church service)&lt;br /&gt;- Service is about strength.&lt;br /&gt;- After service there is free lunch. Yum yum but I am not hungry. Still ate a bowl of rice with vege and duck meat. &lt;br /&gt;- MiMi got to talk to a few church friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Home, waiting for her cousin to come. She came and chat with MiMi for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;- We decide to go out for dinner and something happened. Her car (named princess), burst her muffle of the exhaust pipe. The engine sounded 3 times as loud. &lt;br /&gt;- She called in the RAC to give princess a consult. Conclusion - she is drivable but noisy thus police may pulled the car over. &lt;br /&gt;- We decide to eat somewhere close to home (pizza - mushrooms pizza + seafood pizza).&lt;br /&gt;- After dinner, home, bathe and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th August&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up early around 6am and cannot sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;- Mind keep thinking of 2 things. &lt;br /&gt;- 1. future with MiMi - I can't see a future, sad. But MiMi says something touching, just take a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;- 2. something too personal hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- we got out of bed around 11 plus, and MiMi had vomiting and diarrhea (I considered it diarrhea as she went toilet a few times)&lt;br /&gt;- She went back to bed while I gave her a tummy rub until she is better. &lt;br /&gt;- Her mum cooked mee sua for brunch. Nice and we ate it. MiMi felt better after eating.&lt;br /&gt;- Today is going home day. Flight at 9+pm. We got to be at airport at 7pm. Getting a taxi there. &lt;br /&gt;- Dinner tonight will be at airport. &lt;br /&gt;- Seeya, me will need to log of of comp soon. Yeah SG here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Recorded by MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4638999840821588870?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4638999840821588870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/perth-trip-28jul-to-8aug.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4638999840821588870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4638999840821588870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/perth-trip-28jul-to-8aug.html' title='Perth trip 28Jul to 8Aug'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7917129756398977652</id><published>2011-07-26T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:10:29.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should i do?</title><content type='html'>If my girl friend is trying to let go of the relationship, is it fair for me to hold on to it. Or should i just let it go, helping her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if she is thinking of letting go, i should respect her and let her go too. Love is never about possessing the person. If this is her choice, and she find happiness in it, i will do it for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be painful but a relationship need both party. If one is no longer willing to put in the heart, it will be pointless to drag on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we stay on, i will just give her more pain. The shame she had to bear and the amount of gossip behind her back. Her family will not approve of us being together too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much factors to destroy the relationship. All because of 1 decision i made. I am tired, really tired. I long for a rest, an eternal one. But i cannot. Not yet, till i paid off my debt, kept a sum of money for my mum and for mimi. Also my commitment to my friend as his business partner. When all is settled. I think that will be the time for me to rest. This will be my goal. Conclusion from a month of break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why, suddenly i feel burdenless. Maybe i have discover my goal. Such simple one. By end of next year i would be able to achieve it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7917129756398977652?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7917129756398977652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-should-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7917129756398977652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7917129756398977652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should i do?'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-9204506669541345612</id><published>2011-07-25T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T07:59:41.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D-Nine'/><title type='text'>D-Nine is selling</title><content type='html'>Since D-Nine is release in Amazon Kindle. It gotten some sales. Current total sales is 15. 9 just this month alone and the month is not even over. I am happy that someone like my story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested to learn more about the book D-Nine. Click &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004RIKVLY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004RIKVLY"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0WAn52n-L0/TizESMhAl0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/7-mifkR-OGY/s320/cover.jpg" t$="true" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who like a copy of the sample chapters, please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:magustor@gmail.com"&gt;magustor@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo AKA Magus Tor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-9204506669541345612?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9204506669541345612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/d-nine-is-selling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9204506669541345612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9204506669541345612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/d-nine-is-selling.html' title='D-Nine is selling'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0WAn52n-L0/TizESMhAl0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/7-mifkR-OGY/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2866857806249823812</id><published>2011-07-24T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:05:45.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels of life'/><title type='text'>God sent Angels</title><content type='html'>Lying down on my bed, thinking about my life. I realised that God send me a few Angels to help me with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One is my mother, although she is not good at expressing her love for my brother and me, she loves us very much. So much so she practically sacrificed her whole life for us. She taught me how to be humble, how to live a life of dignity despite being poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two is Yanyao, my secondary school classmates who was also my primary 6 classmates but we didn't talk to each other till sec 1. He was there, always encouraging me to study hard, not to play too much. Although I didn't listen as I am really playful then (hooked to RPGs), my results dropped and I went to C class while he went to A class. But I feel that this is also planned by God as C class is the only Bio class in our school. If I went A class I will be doing only Chem and Phy, most likely end up as an engineer or IT person. So lucky me for getting into Bio class. After entering sec3 we hardly got time for each other but we do meet up during ECAs (NPCC). He continued to encourage me and my results got better (another reason is I don't have to do History, Literature and Arts anymore hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Three is Aurelia, she is there with me as a good&amp;nbsp;friend since JC. She showed me what is really called a heart of gold. She is one who will sacrifice herself for people, including strangers. I strive to be like her, having a kind heart but I am still far from her. Another thing about her is that she is the one that opened me up. From young I am a very reserved kid, I don't like to socialised, even in schools I will only talk to 1-2 people whom I am closed with only. She also made me stare into her eyes while talking to her. It is a major feat as I am very shy, I will not look into another person's eyes when talking to them. I know I am weird but I just can't do it. Until she made me. LOL. Now I am much better though occassionally I will still stare into blank space or look somewhere while talking to people. Another thing is she inspired me to do medicine. She is so so so adamant into studying medicine (at that time I don't have very strong feeling for medicine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number&amp;nbsp;Four is my bunch of Army friends from 3 Sig Bn. They were a nice bunch of people whom taught me a lot about life. Each of them leave a piece of advice from working attitude to money sense to having fun. My life will be different without them. They are all protective of me, occasionally helped me siam arrows and taught me how to be a smart worker than being a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Five is Dr. Victor Kwok. Hahaha, he like me to call him Dr Victor outside. He was my classmates in medical school. He is the only one who cared about my grades (more than I do). He helped me a lot, making sure I passed my exams. Giving me all his precious notes (hand written). Without him, I will not have graduated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number&amp;nbsp;Six is Chiea Chuen. He is also my classmate in medical school. He was there, encouraging me to study too. He helped my passed my sub-paper for COFM exam. Thats the only module I failed and required to go for viva and a re-exam. Lucky I passed it, else I will get retained for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Seven is LoyZY, although he is my classmates but we got to know more of each other in housemanship. 4 months together in ortho posting and we being friends. surprisingly over the years, even though we do not have anymore postings together we kept in contact and it took off after our postings in SGH MI. since then, we are best buddies lol. Doing a lot of stupid things together. He is one who taught me the importances about managing finances. Also he is such a loyal friend that is willing to stick by me in thick and thin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Eight is Rachael, a friend whom I feel that is dropped from the sky. One whom I didn't expect. I for one believe friendship takes time to develop. But she proved me wrong, in 3 months from the point of getting to know her we are like best buddies liao. LOL. She for one is not judgemental (I am such a weirdo), always being there showing concern and care (more than my family). She let me understand the new meaning of 'UNDERSTANDING'. Also she is there for me during this difficult times, bringing me peace and laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all my angels. My life is so much better because of you all being around me helping me through difficult times. Even though I don't express it, deep down I am grateful for all that is done for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2866857806249823812?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2866857806249823812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-sent-angels.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2866857806249823812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2866857806249823812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-sent-angels.html' title='God sent Angels'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6650957453647806015</id><published>2011-07-23T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:59:44.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phuket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Phuket trip July 2011</title><content type='html'>Day 1 - 20/7&lt;br /&gt;Fly from singapore to phuket. Reach phuket around 9am phuket time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nEjx_6vMUk/Tiq52L-ytAI/AAAAAAAAA8k/rjB-_GrtC6s/s1600/IMG_2178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nEjx_6vMUk/Tiq52L-ytAI/AAAAAAAAA8k/rjB-_GrtC6s/s320/IMG_2178.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Took a taxi (prebook thru hotel) to hotel called The Gallery. Reached hotel around 10am. Cannot Check in to room as we are too early. We dropped our luggage at reception and went out for lunch cum shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aP7zCi8y4iU/Tiq6iMzPq9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/7dZgJM2OaGM/s1600/IMG_2198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aP7zCi8y4iU/Tiq6iMzPq9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/7dZgJM2OaGM/s320/IMG_2198.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vz3Z5-wzCGA/Tiq6wFNYEEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/E-ABqeKzpWI/s1600/IMG_2201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vz3Z5-wzCGA/Tiq6wFNYEEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/E-ABqeKzpWI/s320/IMG_2201.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We walked to the beach enjoying the view and some breeze while searching for the shopping mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSqVNXghpMA/Tiq7Fq3UbeI/AAAAAAAAA8w/uPctveNs3f8/s1600/IMG_2180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSqVNXghpMA/Tiq7Fq3UbeI/AAAAAAAAA8w/uPctveNs3f8/s320/IMG_2180.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally found the mall through some alley. It was huge. After looking around the sport shop we stopped by a restaurant and had steamboat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO4CrDu68FM/Tiq7c_739sI/AAAAAAAAA80/ckDt0Y1jwio/s1600/IMG_2181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO4CrDu68FM/Tiq7c_739sI/AAAAAAAAA80/ckDt0Y1jwio/s320/IMG_2181.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice food. After lunch we walked back to hotel after looking around the mall a little more. We finally got to check in to our room 303. We relaxed a little in the room. It was clean, bed is nice. And super cheap. 35 sgd a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHMvwWKkaP0/Tiq775riPrI/AAAAAAAAA88/OW5bTAYXOVw/s1600/IMG_2188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHMvwWKkaP0/Tiq775riPrI/AAAAAAAAA88/OW5bTAYXOVw/s320/IMG_2188.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLRfuxfs1Bk/Tiq8B6VPgAI/AAAAAAAAA9A/YZevoQ9IoAA/s1600/IMG_2194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLRfuxfs1Bk/Tiq8B6VPgAI/AAAAAAAAA9A/YZevoQ9IoAA/s320/IMG_2194.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hi4CJ9O-cY/Tiq71tm2JjI/AAAAAAAAA84/O52njY6JbeQ/s1600/IMG_2187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hi4CJ9O-cY/Tiq71tm2JjI/AAAAAAAAA84/O52njY6JbeQ/s320/IMG_2187.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We gotten the wifi access and checked our facebook. After that we went down to reception. Book tickets to Simon cabaret. VIP seats. We are so lucky to book the last 2 tickets. After that we walked back to the shopping mall and did some shopping in the pharmacy (Boots). We spend quite some time getting medicine and toiletries. Its amazing we spend abt 200 sgd in a pharmacy. Lol. After that we rush off to get dinner at the seafood restaurant near our hotel. Yum yum. We ate fresh oyster, BBQ cockles, kangkong and pineapple rice. Cost us 800 thb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lp70dPXY8rk/Tiq8KBBeoII/AAAAAAAAA9E/vaJkXJ9pa2M/s1600/IMG_2203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lp70dPXY8rk/Tiq8KBBeoII/AAAAAAAAA9E/vaJkXJ9pa2M/s320/IMG_2203.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-LTy7P-JZ4/Tiq8SIN8g3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/x4SZI-xeHiA/s1600/IMG_2205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-LTy7P-JZ4/Tiq8SIN8g3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/x4SZI-xeHiA/s320/IMG_2205.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DNpaYO7FOM/Tiq8hLyQF6I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/lFyKu8ILBEo/s1600/IMG_2206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DNpaYO7FOM/Tiq8hLyQF6I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/lFyKu8ILBEo/s320/IMG_2206.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that we rushed back to hotel to get changed for the cabaret show. Lucky we managed to catch the shuttle which send us to the Simon cabaret. We are early so we spend time taking photos and did some chit chat. Show started around 945pm. With good music, dances and beautiful costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Er84R7HwRi4/Tiq8p6UwQUI/AAAAAAAAA9U/w32igyL7Nko/s1600/IMG_2214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Er84R7HwRi4/Tiq8p6UwQUI/AAAAAAAAA9U/w32igyL7Nko/s320/IMG_2214.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The experience is worth it. After the show we are shuttled back to our hotel where we clean up and sleep around 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 21/7&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 9am, washed up and went out for brunch at the shopping mall again. This time we went to the food court for some local food like preserved pork, thai salad, thai fried noodle with lemongrass drink which is fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SzpL4XhnMg/Tiq9iHl1-pI/AAAAAAAAA9c/b8UqXSsOHYI/s1600/IMG_2218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SzpL4XhnMg/Tiq9iHl1-pI/AAAAAAAAA9c/b8UqXSsOHYI/s320/IMG_2218.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAIdiMxohOo/Tiq9yhyEXkI/AAAAAAAAA9g/x3TVxFvZyow/s1600/IMG_2219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAIdiMxohOo/Tiq9yhyEXkI/AAAAAAAAA9g/x3TVxFvZyow/s320/IMG_2219.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After brunch we when to the beach. Rac went for her parasailing (she looking forward to it) while i sat on the beach enjoying the wind and staring at waves. It is therapeutic. After her parasailing which lasted about a min in the air, we sat down and enjoy a pomelo. Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4usJSCwiukw/Tiq-Oc9zBII/AAAAAAAAA9o/RnDa25vcXCs/s1600/IMG_2223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4usJSCwiukw/Tiq-Oc9zBII/AAAAAAAAA9o/RnDa25vcXCs/s320/IMG_2223.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIJI9001DnY/Tiq-T1mKDnI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nYW8SR6wEf8/s1600/IMG_2227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIJI9001DnY/Tiq-T1mKDnI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nYW8SR6wEf8/s320/IMG_2227.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ki60hMdRUxc/Tiq-25FGfsI/AAAAAAAAA90/Ym9h7Titu38/s1600/IMG_2231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ki60hMdRUxc/Tiq-25FGfsI/AAAAAAAAA90/Ym9h7Titu38/s320/IMG_2231.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvosDvDgkZM/Tiq_AG1P37I/AAAAAAAAA94/SzNmIUVm5ig/s1600/IMG_2232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvosDvDgkZM/Tiq_AG1P37I/AAAAAAAAA94/SzNmIUVm5ig/s320/IMG_2232.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adX7_v3WG3M/Tiq_IvGxNtI/AAAAAAAAA98/J5y5YIjZ7pQ/s1600/IMG_2234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adX7_v3WG3M/Tiq_IvGxNtI/AAAAAAAAA98/J5y5YIjZ7pQ/s320/IMG_2234.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NU4YbnNwJUI/Tiq_QRxl3BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/xtomd2WJ4HQ/s1600/IMG_2235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NU4YbnNwJUI/Tiq_QRxl3BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/xtomd2WJ4HQ/s320/IMG_2235.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAQ50XSScR0/Tiq_ZkUPrfI/AAAAAAAAA-E/_XLRtlaTkpY/s1600/IMG_2244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAQ50XSScR0/Tiq_ZkUPrfI/AAAAAAAAA-E/_XLRtlaTkpY/s320/IMG_2244.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3sX7CyFf-c/Tiq_gD3kMdI/AAAAAAAAA-I/t1w54D9Maps/s1600/IMG_2255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3sX7CyFf-c/Tiq_gD3kMdI/AAAAAAAAA-I/t1w54D9Maps/s320/IMG_2255.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took some photos before going back to hotel for a break. We reached the hotel and decided to have a dip in the pool. Yes the hotel got a pool wor with jacuzzi somemore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7oMr3-gcgU/Tiq_1aZRbbI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OPZiIrtFtA4/s1600/IMG_2262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7oMr3-gcgU/Tiq_1aZRbbI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OPZiIrtFtA4/s320/IMG_2262.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After relaxing in the pool we went up to our room to clean up before going out for shopping and dinner. We walked around the streets ending back into the shopping mall. This time we went to robinson. Went into a Range Cafe where we did some shooting. Both photos and guns. We tried 9mm handgun and sniper rifle. The sound of the 9mm is louder than m16 that i am familiar with. It was really fun although short. Only 10 bullets each gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jpGUkstr4w/TirAR4oQHlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/RDQIgUVfJAU/s1600/IMG_2268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jpGUkstr4w/TirAR4oQHlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/RDQIgUVfJAU/s320/IMG_2268.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ue4ES8pAb1A/TirAaznh40I/AAAAAAAAA-U/8-2P1peJ7e0/s1600/IMG_2269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ue4ES8pAb1A/TirAaznh40I/AAAAAAAAA-U/8-2P1peJ7e0/s320/IMG_2269.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnMMPlcuXoM/TirAlvlpW5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/3arBwQrVWBE/s1600/IMG_2275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnMMPlcuXoM/TirAlvlpW5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/3arBwQrVWBE/s320/IMG_2275.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDDYU_ZMQv8/TirAuFRb82I/AAAAAAAAA-c/3A6DnAiDzLs/s1600/IMG_2278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDDYU_ZMQv8/TirAuFRb82I/AAAAAAAAA-c/3A6DnAiDzLs/s320/IMG_2278.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7saBFAMiNo/TirA2sN5FgI/AAAAAAAAA-g/_0e5u1nlLds/s1600/IMG_2279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7saBFAMiNo/TirA2sN5FgI/AAAAAAAAA-g/_0e5u1nlLds/s320/IMG_2279.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqO8iF_tEo4/TirA-FJv3ZI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Yh-3dbLzpvg/s1600/IMG_2280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqO8iF_tEo4/TirA-FJv3ZI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Yh-3dbLzpvg/s320/IMG_2280.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shooting we went up to the XD cinema which is 4D 3D show with rocking chair and strong wind blowing into the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwFnMzmI6K0/TirBpDvTQpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/BZF2WQJBcHo/s1600/IMG_2286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwFnMzmI6K0/TirBpDvTQpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/BZF2WQJBcHo/s320/IMG_2286.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u39sF2vh80I/TirByARQxfI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zDUww2O79lU/s1600/IMG_2288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u39sF2vh80I/TirByARQxfI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zDUww2O79lU/s320/IMG_2288.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the show we walked around the shopping looking at guitar and ipad keyboard. After that we went for dinner at a different seafood restaurant. This time round we had lobster, rock lobster (Lai Niao Xia) and BBQ squid. Another round of superb food. Yum yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvdkG-hZZNc/TirCKl-xIKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GDJCcN-usAE/s1600/IMG_2291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvdkG-hZZNc/TirCKl-xIKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GDJCcN-usAE/s320/IMG_2291.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXHccHQnm_M/TirCQZWXzuI/AAAAAAAAA-0/YD7BV45wNfo/s1600/IMG_2300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXHccHQnm_M/TirCQZWXzuI/AAAAAAAAA-0/YD7BV45wNfo/s320/IMG_2300.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After dinner we walked back to hotel, buying durian along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BG-D96FL3U/TirCVbM47MI/AAAAAAAAA-4/3_MEOlwrZEQ/s1600/IMG_2301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BG-D96FL3U/TirCVbM47MI/AAAAAAAAA-4/3_MEOlwrZEQ/s320/IMG_2301.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After reaching hotel. We watch TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03hQU6Pxc0k/TirCxPnSsiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/If7H3rDiWo4/s1600/IMG_2306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03hQU6Pxc0k/TirCxPnSsiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/If7H3rDiWo4/s320/IMG_2306.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a bath and i got a free whole body massage. Relaxing. Different from the one i had in sg. After the massage. We KO the durian. Wow it was super meaty with small seeds. After walloping the durian at the balcony we had an early night. Sleeping around 12midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 22/7 raining&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 9 plus. Wash up and proceeded to breakfast at a cafe beside our restaurant. We had fried noodle, pork mee soup and satay. Its good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GSYGl81lE8/TirDGhJH7jI/AAAAAAAAA_A/rFi-MxWEBEo/s1600/IMG_2311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GSYGl81lE8/TirDGhJH7jI/AAAAAAAAA_A/rFi-MxWEBEo/s320/IMG_2311.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEsE0TBHyEg/TirDOqDS8TI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vb0KDgPpav0/s1600/IMG_2314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEsE0TBHyEg/TirDOqDS8TI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vb0KDgPpav0/s320/IMG_2314.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpunTXDEMtU/TirDW0BVYuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/3raezXYANcs/s1600/IMG_2316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpunTXDEMtU/TirDW0BVYuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/3raezXYANcs/s320/IMG_2316.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We sat in the cafe enjoying the breakfast while staring at the rain. It stopped after we finished our breakfast. After that we went back hotel to check out. After checking out. We went back to the shopping mall and shop at big C. We spend 200 sgd on tidbits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06j8m0aq0CU/TirENvrPZoI/AAAAAAAAA_M/YQQr28-vZVg/s1600/IMG_2331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06j8m0aq0CU/TirENvrPZoI/AAAAAAAAA_M/YQQr28-vZVg/s320/IMG_2331.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIotUoz60qo/TirET61mx-I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/nK0TAiB3edA/s1600/IMG_2335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIotUoz60qo/TirET61mx-I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/nK0TAiB3edA/s320/IMG_2335.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ72IiVDhEs/TirEaN54jzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/73gS8lqYs5s/s1600/IMG_2339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ72IiVDhEs/TirEaN54jzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/73gS8lqYs5s/s320/IMG_2339.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksoQITo9qUw/TirEo6MDRNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/GjfGyzRAWtI/s1600/IMG_2345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksoQITo9qUw/TirEo6MDRNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/GjfGyzRAWtI/s320/IMG_2345.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we carry the bulk back to hotel. Repacked our bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPVOoB2ujqM/TirFF-KYuMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eJXX5ArZr8k/s1600/IMG_2354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPVOoB2ujqM/TirFF-KYuMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eJXX5ArZr8k/s320/IMG_2354.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After repacking we had a toxic dinner of cooked cockles, boiled shrimp, durian and chocolate milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG_seA7vR9A/TirFqMsMgHI/AAAAAAAAA_k/0flnm9-NIvU/s1600/IMG_2359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG_seA7vR9A/TirFqMsMgHI/AAAAAAAAA_k/0flnm9-NIvU/s320/IMG_2359.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After dinner we took taxi to airport. This taxi driver bring us for around about taking 1 hr to reach the airport. Poor Rac had a vomit after reaching airport. We check in our luggage and went to our boarding gate. There is a delay of the flights and we reached sg at 11 pm. After touching down rac had another vomit. We bought some duty free alcohol and rushed out for our taxi home. :) that's all folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6650957453647806015?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6650957453647806015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/phuket-trip-july-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6650957453647806015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6650957453647806015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/phuket-trip-july-2011.html' title='Phuket trip July 2011'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nEjx_6vMUk/Tiq52L-ytAI/AAAAAAAAA8k/rjB-_GrtC6s/s72-c/IMG_2178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1906710275051369070</id><published>2011-07-16T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:01:14.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fable of the porcupine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEVr-qsbghk/TiFuzJs-d6I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kikzxoCH6p4/s1600/ATT000032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEVr-qsbghk/TiFuzJs-d6I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kikzxoCH6p4/s320/ATT000032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9kuUYXQYM4/TiFu9v1QhsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/i3wUk_Vq2d8/s1600/ATT000023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9kuUYXQYM4/TiFu9v1QhsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/i3wUk_Vq2d8/s320/ATT000023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fable of the porcupine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions. After awhile, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the warmth that came from the others. This way they were able to survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1906710275051369070?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1906710275051369070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/fable-of-porcupine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1906710275051369070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1906710275051369070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/fable-of-porcupine.html' title='Fable of the porcupine'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEVr-qsbghk/TiFuzJs-d6I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kikzxoCH6p4/s72-c/ATT000032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6102917460033407596</id><published>2011-06-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:53:12.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>I never thought I will be getting into any form of depression as I am so bright and chirpy all the time. But recently, many things had happened resulting in me rethinking about the previous statement. Although I am not having low mood but I do have certain signs of depression like lack of drive, insomnia, lethargy the whole day, loss of interest etc. Surprisingly my appetite is as good as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can get through this period with support from all my friends. I can and I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6102917460033407596?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6102917460033407596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6102917460033407596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6102917460033407596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4089410344045750408</id><published>2011-06-21T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T02:07:54.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>what is stress?</title><content type='html'>I think it is informative for Momo to understand what psychologist understand by stress or maybe how I understand what stress is ? This term is hard to define and how to measure too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is a reponse to situations that involve demands, constraints or opportunities (Sarason &amp;amp; Sarason, 1999). Psychological stress has 3 components 1) Frustration, 2) conflict and 3) pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration occurs when the attainment of a goal is blocked.Though frustration takes different form, the principle remains the same. For instance a 4th year psychology student will likely to be frustrated if she or he is rejected by every major university known for its psychology program. Or if somebody is trying to design a programme but is unable to detect the bug in it. In each case, something or someone has blocked the attainment of a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, conflict is a defined as a type of stress that occurs when we must make a choice between two or more important goals, such as deciding between going to a medical school versus a graduate school in organisation psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least is the pressure to speed up activities. For instance, external pressure occurs when your professor assigns alot of extra reading right before an exam; internal pressure occurs when no such reading is required but you take it on yourself because it fits your style and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposure to stressful situations can cause an observable reaction reaction known as anxiety, an emotional state marked by worry, apprehension and tension. When you are anxious, your autonomic nervous system becomes activated; amount of anxiety you experience depends in part on the intensity of the stress-producing stimulus as you perceive it, or your evaluation of a siutation - That is how potentially harmful is the situation for you? Psychological stress in said to be involved in 50% to 80% of all illness and the effects of psychological stress is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that Momo is undergoing alot of psychological stress even though he may not necessarily think so ( I think he has all 3 factors!). Well this blog is written as a food for thought for him to think about it. Hopefully, he will be at peace with himself and have less nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4089410344045750408?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4089410344045750408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4089410344045750408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4089410344045750408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-stress.html' title='what is stress?'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1970032263499283022</id><published>2011-06-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:42:14.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The validty of degree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;When you get a Bachelors Degree you think you know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;When you get your Masters Degree you realize you know nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;When you get your PhD you still realize you know nothing but it is ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;because now you know no one else does either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;(Author unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1970032263499283022?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1970032263499283022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/validty-of-degree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1970032263499283022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1970032263499283022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/validty-of-degree.html' title='The validty of degree'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6806081886539990885</id><published>2011-05-26T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T19:30:10.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music video'/><title type='text'>Interesting video. Nice remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R12QVtuB0_Q" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6806081886539990885?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6806081886539990885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/interesting-video-nice-remix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6806081886539990885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6806081886539990885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/interesting-video-nice-remix.html' title='Interesting video. Nice remix'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R12QVtuB0_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3417621684338328634</id><published>2011-05-25T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:39:26.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchstick'/><title type='text'>Matchstick joke: Again and Again</title><content type='html'>How many life does a matchstick has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know? see answer below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lives. After being burn, it turn into cotton bud - so 2 lives... Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Catch the joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3417621684338328634?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3417621684338328634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/matchstick-joke-again-and-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3417621684338328634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3417621684338328634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/matchstick-joke-again-and-again.html' title='Matchstick joke: Again and Again'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-8979590832653280851</id><published>2011-05-22T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:12:52.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchstick'/><title type='text'>Matchstick Joke</title><content type='html'>Why did the matchstick line up in the match box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are waiting for execution squad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-8979590832653280851?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8979590832653280851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/matchstick-joke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8979590832653280851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8979590832653280851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/matchstick-joke.html' title='Matchstick Joke'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5210580970959513255</id><published>2011-05-21T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:51:13.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meatball ministry'/><title type='text'>New Project: MeatBall Ministry / Hot Square</title><content type='html'>I am working hard on my latest craze - Meatballs. I feel that they will bring me to riches hahaha. (joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keen on F&amp;amp;B business for a long time, I feel that food is something that will not get lost in time. Although the bubble tea craze is over but those that survived are still having their supporters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why meatballs? Because I want a simple and easy to manage business which I do not need to depend on having a chef. Anyone can fry a meatball. So it will be easier to find worker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back to my planning. When more info is available, I will post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5210580970959513255?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5210580970959513255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-project-meatball-ministry-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5210580970959513255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5210580970959513255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-project-meatball-ministry-hot.html' title='New Project: MeatBall Ministry / Hot Square'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7964220063362479767</id><published>2011-05-20T08:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:44:00.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>7 year anniversary</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been 7 years since we are officially together on 20th May 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it seemed like a long year but I don't feel so. Reason being that, being with&amp;nbsp;MiMi&amp;nbsp;is never boring. Life has been fun and exciting. We had done many things together over the last 7 years. Travelling is a very big part of our relationship.&amp;nbsp;Within the past 7 years, we had travelled to New Zealand (Christchurch), Thailand (Bangkok, Phuket, PhiPhi Island), Taiwan (Taipei), Japan (Osaka), Switzerland, France, Germany (for a few hours), HongKong (including ShenZhen) and definitely&amp;nbsp;Australia (Perth).&amp;nbsp;Another milestone is that MiMi went for her undergrad study in Perth (ending in june this year). Also she is with me throughout all my working life, after I graduated from NUS in 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary MiMi. Thank you for being with me all this years, ensuring all the shit I throw at you. :) Too bad you are in Perth while I am in SG, else we can go for a nice meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will like to take this opportunity to wish MiMi all the best in her exams. Do it well, end it with a blast. Come back and see your iPad2 (graduation present). &lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7964220063362479767?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7964220063362479767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7964220063362479767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7964220063362479767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-year-anniversary.html' title='7 year anniversary'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2735270454941810433</id><published>2011-05-07T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:55:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nO-GsDwYwtI" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2735270454941810433?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2735270454941810433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2735270454941810433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2735270454941810433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-video.html' title='Funny Video'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nO-GsDwYwtI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1798816085626289370</id><published>2011-05-05T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T20:14:43.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New joke of the day: What comes after U?</title><content type='html'>MiMi is working on her thesis. She have problem with her alphabets and was asking me what comes afte O. It went from O to U. And it ended at U. So out of curiosity I asked her what comes after U. She gave some thoughts and says 'is it R?'. I laughed and says, 'no, its 'me'.' Then she laughed out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1798816085626289370?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1798816085626289370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-joke-of-day-what-comes-after-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1798816085626289370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1798816085626289370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-joke-of-day-what-comes-after-u.html' title='New joke of the day: What comes after U?'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2080440542363393484</id><published>2011-05-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:25:50.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MiMi the matchstick</title><content type='html'>One day MiMi (matchstick) decide to change her hairdo. Blob is the only hairstyle available for matchstick. But MiMi feel otherwise. She flew all over the world to look for a new hairstyle. She finally found it in China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairstylist in China tell MiMi she can give her any hairstyle she want and she pulled out a wig labelled made in china. MiMi put it on and poof, her head when up in flame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi took a closer look at the wig. It showed -- Made in China, flamable and toxic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2080440542363393484?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2080440542363393484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/mimi-matchstick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2080440542363393484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2080440542363393484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/mimi-matchstick.html' title='MiMi the matchstick'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5838349246011139038</id><published>2011-04-30T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:36:49.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>The root of the problem is always money</title><content type='html'>These last few days have been interesting because of the upcoming poll. Choosing the next generation of the government suddenly became so important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are criticism about the wrong of the current government (or rather PAP). Many have spoke about supporting the opposition. But is getting the opposition in solve the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Hell NO... Becasue once they enter the government they will realise why those decision are in place now. And the root of the issue is all about MONEY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say so? I think I will use a few examples to illustrate my points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOUSING (Big issue that people are talking about)&lt;br /&gt;Prices of housing is soaring (my family stayed in a four room flat bought in 1992 for 88k, Now it worthed around 400k I think). To some (those who owned their own house), it is a good news, means that they can sell it for a big profit. To others (like me, who are trying to get a new place), this is definitely a bad news. 'How can I afford it?' became a big question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to solve the problem? Personally I don't know. Because if government pushed down the prices, then those who bought the house at say 400k, and suddenly it only worth 300k, how will they feel? Definitely not happy as they will have problem with their morgage. But if the government don't do anything, prices will keep going up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's that a look at Hong Kong, their houses&amp;nbsp;are so expensive and small that people are unable to afford having kids and houses at the same time, resulting in decreased birthrate. With decreased birth rate, we need to let more foreigner enter the country to be citizens. With more influx of foreigner (those with money), prices of house increased further then the cycle just keeps going. So can the opposition solve the problem, I doubt so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's look back at our current situation. Government in increasing supply, which is a good news, with more supply, prices will not shoot up as fast. But it will still keep climbing, in fact many who had flats and are buying property hoped so. So they can sell at a profit (and so many are investing in properties). Money is the devil here, many hoped it that prices goes up but they blamed it on the government. Aren't they the one who pushed up the prices in the first place. If people all are not willing to pay higher than valuation, why will prices keep going up. I really wonder if they wished that property prices become stagnant or goes down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my personal opinion, why not just limit the number of properties one could own (I appluad at PAP decision not to allow people owning both HDB and private properties). That way demand will drop steeply. (I know many who own 2 or more properties). That may be the way to go, stopping people from investing or speculating. (by doing so, private property prices will drop and definitely HDB resale price will follows). Hahaha, people will start hating me. (The truth is many people out there are invested in properties and many more are thinking of doing it, in fact all the get rich books also says that properties are the way to go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. INFLUX OF 'FOREIGN TALENTS'&lt;br /&gt;Many are angry with the fact of influx of foreigners. In fact a lot of other countries are facing the same issues (e.g. USA, Australia, Canada). I believed many who went Australia will have heard of racist comments or verbal abuses thrown at them, how do you feel. Personally I hate it, to the fact that I didn't even want to go back to the same country. But aren't a lot of our citizens doing the same to these 'foreign talents'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we getting in so many foreigners? MONEY again. These people solved 2 problems. One they take up jobs which many singaporean not willing to do or not willing to do at the low salary. Two, they bring in money through taxes and spending in singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stopped foreigner from coming in. Why because employers like them, they are cheap and willing to work longer hours and complain less (Singaporean complain too much, not willing to work long hours and definitely expect higher pay just because they have pink ic). In fact, I started my own company and we are considering getting foreigners too, why, because they are cheaper, low cost is always good for company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's assume government stopped letting foreigner in (including your maids). What will happen? More females will have to stay home to look after the family (old and young). Then family income will dropped by 50%. If not then there should have more child care or elderly care center to deposit them. Who is willing to work at these places, currently a lot of their staffs are foreigner. Also who is there to construct the buildings (I think also 99% of construction workers are foreigner). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some will argued, let foreigner in just for these jobs. Okay. Assume we just allow in the unskilled worker. Many of singaporean will still not able to get the job (esp the old and uneducated - who is going to support them?). Using foreign doctors/nurses as&amp;nbsp;examples (since I am a doctor, not knowing much about other industry), singapore gov healthcare organisation employed quite a number of foreign doctors (myanmar, india etc), mainly working as medical officers in areas that more singapore trained doctors not keen in (polyclinic, nursing home, hospice, some hospital department). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is ageing, numbers of people using the healthcare is increasing. More hospitals are set up to accomodate the increased numbers of patients, they need to be staffed by doctors and nurses. How many singapore trained doctors and nurses are available? low, About&amp;nbsp;300+ doctors a year (including getting the foreign trained singaporean) and maybe 100-200 nurses a year (I do not&amp;nbsp;know how many nurses are trained but I do know there are many family do not encourage their children to go into nursing, these kind of selfish thoughts, only want them to choose jobs that make money is the reason why we need more foreign nurses). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those who graduated, how many left the profession, many. Why so, because Singaporean think that nurses and doctors are their maids, demanding for superb services, short waiting time, and expected&amp;nbsp;low cost. Seeing a doctor is expansive ($50-80) but a meal at the top restuarant is not, a bottle of whiskey/wine is not, a night with prostitute is not, a trip to europe is not. But seeing a doctor for their health is a big expensive expenditure (esp if the patient is an elderly, family think that spending on their parents is expensive but they are willing to bring their kids to see peadiatricians for a simple cold. When the kids grow up, they will do the same to them, so just wait for their turn to be seen as a burden when they become old.). Okay I got distracted a bit. Doctors pay in the hospital is not fantastic, starting pay as an Medical Officer is around 3.5k (during my times, I don't think it has increase much) and capped at 6.7k (figures are before minusing CPF). Unless you get promoted (e.g. specialist), that's the pay you get for working in the hospital (work almost 7 days a week as hospital dont close on PH or weekend). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so people are not willing to stay in the hospital to work for 'peanuts' and many left into the private sector which almost double their pay instantly with lesser working hours. At least this is the case for the doctors. These worsen the problem of shortage of doctors in government resulting in the need to hire more foreign doctors. Why not increase the pay of doctors then, if so healthcare cost will increase as someone need to pay for the doctors right. So either patients pay or government pay. Now, patients are not willing to pay the high medical fees so government will have to pay. How? Tax the people more, let the rich pay, by increasing money from COE, ERP etc... lol (I don't think this is the case but money has to come from somewhere). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the main issue to debate about is MONEY. How to let everyone make more money and cut the cost of thing so everyone can buy more. (It is just a dream, as we all know this is a vicious cycle, one goes up another follow, and it will be likely the cost of living going up while salary remains the same.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have&amp;nbsp;a solution for it but I think if the opposition want my vote they need to let me know that they know the root of the problem and show me a way how they can solve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there are so many criticism about PAP that I think they should all step down, give opposition a chance to show off and also a chance for the people to see what happen if PAP is not around. My guess is within 1 year people will be asking PAP to come back into powers. (This my personal view and this will never happen.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5838349246011139038?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5838349246011139038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/root-of-problem-is-always-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5838349246011139038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5838349246011139038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/root-of-problem-is-always-money.html' title='The root of the problem is always money'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1642243704435370023</id><published>2011-04-27T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:30:45.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchstick'/><title type='text'>Matchstick joke again</title><content type='html'>One day&amp;nbsp;MoMo&amp;nbsp;saw his parents (cotton buds) and asked out of curiosity. MoMo asked. 'I wonder how cotton bud can give birth to matchstick.'&lt;br /&gt;They replied, 'we are matchsticks too when we gave birth to you. But when you aged, hair turned white.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1642243704435370023?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1642243704435370023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/matchstick-joke-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1642243704435370023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1642243704435370023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/matchstick-joke-again.html' title='Matchstick joke again'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4784661225860809564</id><published>2011-04-24T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:06:39.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchstick'/><title type='text'>Another matchstick joke</title><content type='html'>Again MiMi and MoMo went out together. This time they went to the hair dresser. &lt;br /&gt;MoMo asked, 'Why are we going to the hair dresser?'&lt;br /&gt;MiMi replied, 'To do up our head lar.'&lt;br /&gt;MoMo puzzled but still go with MiMi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hairdo, MoMo came out&amp;nbsp;bald.&lt;br /&gt;MiMi came out of the saloon with her head wrapped up. She looked at MoMo and said, 'Oh you became a toothpick.'&lt;br /&gt;MoMo replied sarcastically, 'You became a cotton bud yourself.'&lt;br /&gt;'No.' MiMi removed the white towel and tah tah. 'I am a Mop.' She showed off her new curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope MiMi like it. MiMi look very pretty when she laugh. (i like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4784661225860809564?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4784661225860809564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-matchstick-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4784661225860809564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4784661225860809564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-matchstick-joke.html' title='Another matchstick joke'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7398965267446367666</id><published>2011-04-23T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:43:28.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matchstick'/><title type='text'>For MiMi - Just another matchstick joke</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there are 2 matchstick, MiMi and MoMo. One day they met up to go to spa together. After spa, they decide to try the sauna. Both feel asleep. Suddenly MoMo shouted, 'Fire, Fire.' and ran out with his head alighted in flame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi came out and asked, 'What happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoMo answered sheepishly, 'I think&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;forgot to add water to the stone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi sighed, 'You need to wrap your head with a wet towel like me.' She point to her cotton bud head. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7398965267446367666?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7398965267446367666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-mimi-just-another-matchstick-joke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7398965267446367666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7398965267446367666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-mimi-just-another-matchstick-joke.html' title='For MiMi - Just another matchstick joke'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6096632431525837544</id><published>2011-04-19T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:19:23.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150573474930604"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150573474930604&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6096632431525837544?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6096632431525837544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6096632431525837544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6096632431525837544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-creative.html' title='Very creative'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-454776247347398170</id><published>2011-04-17T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:25:42.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Guns</title><content type='html'>New addition to the family. $3 for 1... super ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQlZs0tGwGM/TarNr18OmYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/XhQS1neyFTU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQlZs0tGwGM/TarNr18OmYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/XhQS1neyFTU/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAqomfzTUxo/TarN6fJ1ZzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hfNJrGswb0c/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAqomfzTUxo/TarN6fJ1ZzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hfNJrGswb0c/s320/photo2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWwkaXfkBBE/TarOGckgMqI/AAAAAAAAA8I/j7tAr_Fb460/s1600/photo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWwkaXfkBBE/TarOGckgMqI/AAAAAAAAA8I/j7tAr_Fb460/s320/photo3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-454776247347398170?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/454776247347398170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/guns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/454776247347398170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/454776247347398170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/guns.html' title='Guns'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQlZs0tGwGM/TarNr18OmYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/XhQS1neyFTU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-561324435033128327</id><published>2011-04-14T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:52:31.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic Song</title><content type='html'>Came across this while surfing YouTube out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XmZFP-tLGu4" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-561324435033128327?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/561324435033128327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgic-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/561324435033128327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/561324435033128327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgic-song.html' title='Nostalgic Song'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XmZFP-tLGu4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5192994546244659732</id><published>2011-04-12T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:07:05.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Pendant for MiMi</title><content type='html'>Came across a pendant which I decide to purchase for MiMi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxj1oy5gvv8/TaPAyTojcII/AAAAAAAAA78/3ZtjIxhaWaU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxj1oy5gvv8/TaPAyTojcII/AAAAAAAAA78/3ZtjIxhaWaU/s320/photo.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5192994546244659732?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5192994546244659732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/pendant-for-mimi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5192994546244659732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5192994546244659732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/pendant-for-mimi.html' title='Pendant for MiMi'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxj1oy5gvv8/TaPAyTojcII/AAAAAAAAA78/3ZtjIxhaWaU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1658247699461478490</id><published>2011-04-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:00:18.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>I am confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Because I have to make major decision which is going to affect the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand is myself on the other hand its my MiMi. I have to let myself down or let MiMi down. Tough choice indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, being the selfish MoMo, I choose the path to chase my dream, giving up on MiMi. Not really, I would not give up MiMi but neither will I force her to face the music with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we can grow old together, enjoying life together, going on tours around the world as we planned. I wished we can stay the same, which we can but it will be different, for both MiMi and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never a smooth ride, just when we reach a plateau, it&amp;nbsp;jump into another roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. Will I survive this ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1658247699461478490?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1658247699461478490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1658247699461478490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1658247699461478490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6499727935031318293</id><published>2011-04-09T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:48:22.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MiMi'/><title type='text'>Who is really the culprit?</title><content type='html'>Momo has been asking me to blog for quite a while. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title : Who is REALLY the culprit here, Cholesterol or Homocysteine in elevating the prevalence of coronoary diseases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo says my cholesterol level is off the limits. This is due to the fact that I eat butter like nobody's business every morning and my mum feeds me with 2 eggs a day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He often says that high level of cholesterol may potentially lead to coronary issues. Of course you can argue that there are good and bad cholesterols, but for now, this is beyond the scope of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our body produces homocysteine, an amino acid that is a consequences of being a CARNIVORE. Resarch has revealed that elevated levels of homocysteine is associated with atherosclerosis (hardening and narrowing of the arteries) as well as an increased risk of heart attacks, strokes, blood clot formation, and possibly Alzheimer's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where does Cholesterol fits into the picture then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevated homocysteine weakens the cornoary arteries...and here comes our good builder, the Cholesterol. It goes around the arteries, inspecting here and there..and when it spots a tear, it patches it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the brain continues to entice the body to feed on more meat, totally oblivious to the damage excessive meat intake does to the body. The more meat a person consumes...the more likely the blood vessels will tear and therefore the frequency of patching increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overthen the artery clogs..then heart attack occurs...and everybody points the finger at the good man, the Cholesterol who all it does was doing the patching work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and doctors start to prescribe drugs to lower the cholestrol level. This has severe implication cos cholestrol is needed for the basic maintainence of the human functionning. Also who sets the limit of bench mark of Cholesterol to be at 200? sound research or is it based on research done by Pharmaeutical companies which are often biased in their research?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't docs run a check on the homocysteine level too instead of just cholesterol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is to blame? Homocysteine or the Cholesterol? No, or should I say..is  the individual lack of self control to abstain from excessive meat intake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Momo, I am going for a run now. Need to freshen up my brain alittle. Cardio increases the frequency of FRESH oxgenated Blood into my puny brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any counter argument from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6499727935031318293?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6499727935031318293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-is-really-culprit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6499727935031318293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6499727935031318293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-is-really-culprit.html' title='Who is really the culprit?'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6847568023693636625</id><published>2011-04-03T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:38:33.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Steamer Joke for MiMi</title><content type='html'>Matchstick got a friend called Steamer who is blowing steam every now and then. One day Matchstick asked, "Why can't you let it go all at once and rest for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamer, "I can't. I will hurt someone badly if I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MatchStick, "But you are hurting yourself by keeping all the hot stuff in you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamer, "Who's fault is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came by and took matchstick, a flick of it and the fire below Steamer starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi is like a steamer when she is stress out with her studies. While I am like a matchstick. Who sometimes make a bad situation worse by striking it wrongly. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6847568023693636625?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6847568023693636625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/steamer-joke-for-mimi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6847568023693636625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6847568023693636625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/steamer-joke-for-mimi.html' title='Steamer Joke for MiMi'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6125372015956862183</id><published>2011-04-01T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:12:34.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><title type='text'>Matchstick Joke for MiMi</title><content type='html'>Today is April's fool day. So I decided to write a joke for MiMi.&lt;br /&gt;These days MiMi is into Matchstick jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Matchstick and CottonBud went out for BBQ. While BBQing, Matchstick asked,"How did you head end up like this?"&lt;br /&gt;CottonBud answered, "You will know it in a sec."&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, Matchstick scratched his head. &lt;br /&gt;2 days later Matchstick is discharged from the hospital with bandage on his head, from then on, his name is CottonBud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6125372015956862183?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6125372015956862183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/matchstick-joke-for-mimi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6125372015956862183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6125372015956862183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/matchstick-joke-for-mimi.html' title='Matchstick Joke for MiMi'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2034276922510632409</id><published>2011-03-24T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:26:18.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for inspiration</title><content type='html'>I am looking for inspiration for a new iPad game. But nothing comes to my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am becoming dull or just too lazy. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2034276922510632409?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2034276922510632409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-for-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2034276922510632409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2034276922510632409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-for-inspiration.html' title='Looking for inspiration'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-9041986856130812312</id><published>2011-03-22T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:53:04.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MiMi'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-9041986856130812312?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9041986856130812312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9041986856130812312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9041986856130812312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-8150285494965978385</id><published>2011-03-20T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:51:33.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chilli Festival'/><title type='text'>Chilli Festival</title><content type='html'>Today, I decided to go to the Chilli Festival held in Fremantle once a year. Entrance Fee :&amp;nbsp; $15.&lt;br /&gt;I went there despite that I have reserved today to do my thesis discussion.&lt;br /&gt;Just too angry with my auntie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Festival is held to raise funds for the upkeep of Aruleun Tulip Park. All proceeds will go there.&lt;br /&gt;Since it is a Chilli Festival, so everything there is just about chilli&lt;br /&gt;you have.....&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Cheese....&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Beef....&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Jam&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Chilli....&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Beer....&lt;br /&gt;etc....basically u get it right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that actually lure me to this festival. A chilli plant that bears multipled coloured chilli!!!!!! Have a look at some of the photos I took using my iphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vaBMp5Eim2E/TYXhi2_6ECI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Z7MUinYExug/s1600/1450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vaBMp5Eim2E/TYXhi2_6ECI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Z7MUinYExug/s320/1450.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kziN8-G-6CY/TYXiWeu7ZtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/EE0lC-eSEXs/s1600/1451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kziN8-G-6CY/TYXiWeu7ZtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/EE0lC-eSEXs/s320/1451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ6golhqI78/TYXiiwiU1cI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Ak_yXMXSXnA/s1600/1452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ6golhqI78/TYXiiwiU1cI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Ak_yXMXSXnA/s320/1452.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAV6s1flofA/TYXiyQr2m0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/JqZgp27aJCo/s1600/1453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAV6s1flofA/TYXiyQr2m0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/JqZgp27aJCo/s320/1453.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etM8DlLOw0Y/TYXjSVT6BTI/AAAAAAAAA50/ZYXlUatt4gQ/s1600/1454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etM8DlLOw0Y/TYXjSVT6BTI/AAAAAAAAA50/ZYXlUatt4gQ/s320/1454.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get this pot for Momo's mum. Think it cost $5 AUD or $10 or $20 per pot? Notice how it has 4 different colours?&lt;br /&gt;But mum felt that it was geneticaly modified and therefore it is not good for health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so didnt buy... ( I can hear momo sighing away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hIPCsESFRo/TYXj2ShV2xI/AAAAAAAAA58/BZQtKzI7ao0/s1600/1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hIPCsESFRo/TYXj2ShV2xI/AAAAAAAAA58/BZQtKzI7ao0/s320/1457.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see it clearly...here is another pot. Different from the earlier photo. This one all the fruits come out from the SAME BRANCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXjlUQs2ZAs/TYXk1nQGEDI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eOud7XdGt5Q/s1600/1463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXjlUQs2ZAs/TYXk1nQGEDI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eOud7XdGt5Q/s320/1463.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAk3di4rF_8/TYXlgdSrcRI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kMsXgH_1mc4/s1600/1441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAk3di4rF_8/TYXlgdSrcRI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kMsXgH_1mc4/s320/1441.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a chilli or a capasium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0DWCaROsIA/TYXmRAV2lqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BjYPuo8XutI/s1600/1442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0DWCaROsIA/TYXmRAV2lqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BjYPuo8XutI/s320/1442.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about this one??? Here u can see clearly two different colours....grafting or is it just the fruit changing colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hy6DOIWDbr0/TYXmlA_CCiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Uq5UjGchggI/s1600/1443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hy6DOIWDbr0/TYXmlA_CCiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Uq5UjGchggI/s320/1443.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE CHILLI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWIQv7ZMTZE/TYXnAd7AdAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/28ZU20XL4a0/s1600/1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWIQv7ZMTZE/TYXnAd7AdAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/28ZU20XL4a0/s320/1445.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the purple flowers. That = to purple fruits? Yes? No? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;My chilli in my backyard has white flowers and the fruits changes from GREEN to BLACK to RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y3l1pZHoQkw/TYXot-GOq_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/RJbVjI-ASV4/s1600/1448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y3l1pZHoQkw/TYXot-GOq_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/RJbVjI-ASV4/s320/1448.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch. Quite nice wor. $6 AUD for small box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itmBSJj4olM/TYXpa0iHfoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/s-Z7377vkwQ/s1600/1461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itmBSJj4olM/TYXpa0iHfoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/s-Z7377vkwQ/s320/1461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking CHILLI Class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj2k4lNBZyY/TYXp_lvBdgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/cXXbD4eYmyw/s1600/1458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj2k4lNBZyY/TYXp_lvBdgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/cXXbD4eYmyw/s320/1458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9HRdQdjuMo/TYXqiOonuWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/-X7QnVSRGUs/s1600/1459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9HRdQdjuMo/TYXqiOonuWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/-X7QnVSRGUs/s320/1459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju7djEmiHX8/TYXqqCzYdYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KN3VJQHoZGE/s1600/1460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju7djEmiHX8/TYXqqCzYdYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KN3VJQHoZGE/s320/1460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last photo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FseiXm2cy4/TYXr4l3YotI/AAAAAAAAA70/jjuQ-JdjgTE/s1600/1462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FseiXm2cy4/TYXr4l3YotI/AAAAAAAAA70/jjuQ-JdjgTE/s320/1462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am particularly drawn to this guy. Not for the reasons that u are thinking right now. I have always admire people who have musical talents. This boy...I shall call him a boy cos he looks like he is around 13-15 max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he sang a song... he said this ... [something along this line ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sometimes last year...I was here in this festival...and I was as usual standing here....and somehow when I was singing...I made a connection with a girl...and eventually had a great time in London..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he sang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lyrics.... he spoke about this girl...he thinks he likes her...and she has green eyes.... and it goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the song, mum said to me, "CRAP SONG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted and said, "This boy is at most 13-15 years old. He plays the guitar very well...and he self-composes this music ...and dedicated to that girl.. ..It is awesome... an accomplishment for someone his age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying that to my mum...a scene from 'LIE to me' flash across my mind....Dr Lightman said... " It takes a lot of criticism to have such a distorted personality like that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I think deeper, I think I have a distorted personality to a certain extent...and doing a thesis about Impostor Phenomenon helped me to understand myself better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...I think....my mum or rather my parents seldom praise me...probbaly 95% criticism ....no....99% criticism....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Mmmm....Mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did I leave out 1%...cos recently she began to praise me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Mmmmm.....maybe it is an asian thingie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still love my mum alot!!!! hee hee hee :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios &lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-8150285494965978385?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8150285494965978385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/chilli-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8150285494965978385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8150285494965978385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/chilli-festival.html' title='Chilli Festival'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vaBMp5Eim2E/TYXhi2_6ECI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Z7MUinYExug/s72-c/1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-917126026501854588</id><published>2011-03-19T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:28:59.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Youtube video on Thailand Got Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YccsNO1FV64" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-917126026501854588?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/917126026501854588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-on-thailand-got-talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/917126026501854588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/917126026501854588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-on-thailand-got-talent.html' title='Youtube video on Thailand Got Talent'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YccsNO1FV64/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6588522507701658865</id><published>2011-03-15T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:37:55.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magus Tor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JTOS'/><title type='text'>Just This One Song on Amazon</title><content type='html'>I had written a song long time back and it was sung and composed by my friend Lance. He had a sexy voice. &lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Just-This-One-Song/dp/B004RLEFF4/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299999942&amp;amp;sr=301-1"&gt;here on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch my holiday MTV using the song as a background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1IZwA2UkXTc" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6588522507701658865?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6588522507701658865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-this-one-song-on-amazon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6588522507701658865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6588522507701658865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-this-one-song-on-amazon.html' title='Just This One Song on Amazon'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1IZwA2UkXTc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3340259946537475989</id><published>2011-03-12T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:11:17.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magus Tor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D-Nine'/><title type='text'>D-Nine eBook available on Kindle (Amazon)</title><content type='html'>Yeah. My second novel (more of a short story this time) is available on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/D-Nine-ebook/dp/B004RIKVLY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299898497&amp;amp;sr=1-2-catcorr"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ACe0Zy-Xnig/TXsqlgePGmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/81q7fY68BGU/s1600/cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ACe0Zy-Xnig/TXsqlgePGmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/81q7fY68BGU/s320/cover.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title - D-Nine&lt;br /&gt;Short Description - Dr James had been suffering from severe migraine attacks, or so he thought. During an episode of fits which brought him into a fantasy world of Edonia where he is transformed into a she who is an assassin magnet. Follow the journey of James into the life of Sarabeth, feeling the fear, the tears and the love he encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3340259946537475989?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3340259946537475989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/d-nine-ebook-available-on-kindle-amazon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3340259946537475989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3340259946537475989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/d-nine-ebook-available-on-kindle-amazon.html' title='D-Nine eBook available on Kindle (Amazon)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ACe0Zy-Xnig/TXsqlgePGmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/81q7fY68BGU/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-413561810450967347</id><published>2011-03-06T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:21:52.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffang'/><title type='text'>Real Love is all about understanding</title><content type='html'>Understanding one and other is something hard to comeby. Why so, because in all interactions there are bound to have frictions and conflicts of interest. A lot of times, people will say they understand but is it true understanding. In my opinion true understanding is not easy, giving the fact that by nature we humans are selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi and I went through a lot of thick and thin during the last&amp;nbsp;6 years plus&amp;nbsp;together (plus the fact we knew each other for more than 15 years). During our relationship, there are ups and down, and I must say, MiMi is a very understanding person. Even though she had a hard time understanding me (who is a problem kid), she tried her best, so much so she choose to study Psychology in Murdoch University (Perth) with the hope of understanding my condition better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a problem which not many understand and will definitely dispise or shant me away. MiMi never did any of that, instead she come closer, choosing to by my partner, understanding my problem which many a times bring her tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like to thank her for her patience and her understanding over the last 6 years. I love her and I know her love for me grows deeper from day one. It has been a difficult decision for her, sticking with me for so long. I&amp;nbsp;hoped that one day she can understand me enough to marry me despite of my&amp;nbsp;condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hum Hum you. (our special love language, did I ever mention that MiMi was a genius when it comes to inventing new words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a44Np_FvmRc/TXMLjyyQfDI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ZR1eRlB4gv8/s1600/tortoiserat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a44Np_FvmRc/TXMLjyyQfDI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ZR1eRlB4gv8/s320/tortoiserat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi don't like me to show her face so I will put our 'picture' here instead. MiMi is the mouse and I am the turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MoMo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-413561810450967347?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/413561810450967347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-love-is-all-about-understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/413561810450967347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/413561810450967347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-love-is-all-about-understanding.html' title='Real Love is all about understanding'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a44Np_FvmRc/TXMLjyyQfDI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ZR1eRlB4gv8/s72-c/tortoiserat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5795107277413990256</id><published>2011-02-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:59:57.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Some interesting video while browsing Youtube</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3zUpbrU4ydw" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi been dancing to Poker Face the whole of Chinese New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l-gq5aCqqmA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my friend post in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5795107277413990256?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5795107277413990256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-interesting-video-while-browsing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5795107277413990256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5795107277413990256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-interesting-video-while-browsing.html' title='Some interesting video while browsing Youtube'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3zUpbrU4ydw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-8166590912203655335</id><published>2011-02-11T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:51:08.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The spirit of giving'/><title type='text'>Back in Perth on the 9th Feb 2011</title><content type='html'>I am back in Perth. My last semester before I finally get to wear my regalia with A HAT! Feel so blessed this semester. I was having some difficulties with my tuition fees and God did a miracle for me. I was given a cheque of 10k SGD as a gift. The only requirement was I have to catch the spirit of giving to others when I am financially stable :) and I promised that man - I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be back to the clean air in Perth yet at the same time it feels funny. Momo is not here with me, so used to seeing him every day and having meals together. Suddenly he just went poof!! MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;aurelia&lt;br /&gt;Better get back to my textbook. had to read ahead of the lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever have I been so diligent...probably this is the last time man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-8166590912203655335?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8166590912203655335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-in-perth-on-9th-feb-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8166590912203655335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/8166590912203655335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-in-perth-on-9th-feb-2011.html' title='Back in Perth on the 9th Feb 2011'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-4183930335762074141</id><published>2011-02-05T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:29:47.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>Day 15, Last day in Japan</title><content type='html'>We woke up late as usual. Had breakfast (bread/buns we bought from the convenience store) and pack up the room (also our luggages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drag ourselves out of the Ryokan and walked towards the train station. Reluctantly we bought the tickets to Kansai airport which require us to make a few transfer. We took the train to Osaka and switched to a loop train which is made up of 2 trains. This combi train separate at 2 stops from the airport. Initially we are in the wrong cabin, realizing that, we quickly switched cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Kansai airport around 2pm, we ate lunch at a restaurant. We had noodles for lunch. Quite nice. After that we laze around until 8pm where we began to check in. Check in is a breeze as we are taking business class. After checking it, they gave us 2 entrance tickets to their lounge (Only me and my mum went in). It is so so disappointing as the standard is much lower than Changi Silverkris lounge. We ate some finger food available there and left shortly to look for MiMi. After meeting up with MiMi we decided to go for dinner and ate in one of the restaurant in the departure hall. Food is also disappointing lol. Not as fresh as what we have been eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it is time to board the plane and we wave goodbye to Japan. We will be back for the food again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-4183930335762074141?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4183930335762074141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15-last-day-in-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4183930335762074141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/4183930335762074141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15-last-day-in-japan.html' title='Day 15, Last day in Japan'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-5819489978878077713</id><published>2011-01-06T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:29:59.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>14th day in Japan (Kyoto)</title><content type='html'>We woke up at 10am, after much reluctance. Bed and room is so good that I want to stay on longer. As we need to leave for Kyoto, we check out at 11am. We took the train for tokyo and got reserved seat on Shinkansen bound for Kyoto. We reached Kyoto around 3pm. Walking to the hotel is terrible, it is freaking cold and lugguage is heavy. (because we bought too many gifts, including for ourselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking it at Ryokan Ohto, we went out for dinner. at a japanese restuarant which we had crab sashimi. First time eating it, still prefer cooked crabs. We also eat sushi, shisamo, octopus wasabi, Yakitori on top of the crab dishes (1 raw 1 cooked). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to buy some bread for tomorrow breakfast (plus bought some more sweet and chocolates). &lt;br /&gt;First time experiencing sleeping on futons... I think I still prefer western hotels. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-5819489978878077713?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5819489978878077713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/14th-day-in-japan-disneyland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5819489978878077713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/5819489978878077713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/14th-day-in-japan-disneyland.html' title='14th day in Japan (Kyoto)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-7016641825978292582</id><published>2011-01-06T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:30:28.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>The 13th day in Japan (Disney land)</title><content type='html'>Sm's mum woke us up @ 8.00 + but we just couldn't get up and snozed further until 9 a.m. Gd thing we packed our luggage last night before we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out 9.30 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;Breafast: Coffee +&amp;nbsp; bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took off to the train station headed for Tokyo train station before changing to Keiyo line bounded for Maihama. ( we did board a wrong train initially but that because the train was in the wrong lane! or maybe we just didnt get it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quick ride probably around 45 minutes from our hotel to the DisneyLand. Good thing their service is top notch, it comes with FREE LUGGAGE delivery from the train station to the hotel. We left our buggage at the Welcome centre , bought our pass to DISNEY SEA. ( See photos) oh...the hotel gave us a&amp;nbsp; FREE FAST pass to any rides. Just ONE ONLY OKAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our tickets, we shared 2 boxes of Bento set for lunch - $2000~&amp;nbsp;yen&amp;nbsp;( purchased at Tokyo Station).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...exactly what did we do at DisneySea since it is already 1 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was to use our FREE pass to the&amp;nbsp;"Tower of Terror" which turned out to be a blesisng in disguise cos it is the one with the LONGEST wait - 2 hours.&amp;nbsp;I screamed and screamed and screamed&amp;nbsp; while Momo was frightened out of his wits. Speechless I would say while auntie was busy grabbing her flying bag. ( see photos) They took souvenir photos of us too, but it wasnt too nice...so I just took a picture of the photo (see photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing we did was to attend the Turtle Talk which was pretty near the Tower of Terror and the waiting time was short - 10 minutes. It turned out literally to be just TURTLE TALK...very interactive. Unfortunately, we didnt understand Japanese and therefore did not understand any of the jokes. Photos are forbidden inside the show room. So see photos outside, around the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After than, we were attracted by a nice aroma - Black salted pepper popcorn. We bought 1&lt;br /&gt;We queue for a fast pass to access Storm Rider. Basically, we 'descend' into the eye of a storm aboard an advanced flying weather laboratory and experience the wild turbulence of powerful winds. Pretty cool, comes with hands on effects like spraying of cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we have a fast pass for storm Rider we still have to wait for the given time to enter the ride. While waiting, we visited Lost River Delta (See photos)..and ate some break + nuts. Then we proceeded to Mermaid Lagoon. ( See photos + movie) and bought an almond chocolate drink + chest nut puts. Sat on the &lt;em&gt;Flounder's Flying Fish Coaster&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Blowfish Balloon Race respectively&lt;/em&gt;. Pretty colourful and we went round and round, up and down, and spin with each blowfish. Surprisingly, none of us vomited. After the race, it so happened that the mermaid lagoon musical production has just started and in we went to watch " The Little Mermaid" ( no photography allowed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SM wanted to visit the mysterious island and we queue for 1 hour for &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea then shot off for dinner ( See food ). After that, we went to Arabian Coast. The archiecture is pretty nice, it is how I envisioned it to be when I read the story book. I wanted to sit on the Caravan Carousel - traditional horse ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM's mum&amp;nbsp;- sat on the Blue Genie ( See photo)&lt;br /&gt;SM- Elephant &lt;br /&gt;Aurelia - Camel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;By then it was 8.30 p.m. It is time for &lt;strong&gt;Disney Magis In the Sky. &lt;/strong&gt;Brillant fireworks colour the night sky above the park to popular disney melodies. I was really looking forward to it when it was announced that it is cancelled due to bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad weather? We certainly dun think so. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed and didnt want to return to the hotel in such a mood and 'persuaded' momo to try for the &lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones, Adventure: Temple of the Crystal skull.&lt;/em&gt; The queue was 70 minutes long but it was well worth the wait. Fun ride with me screaming all the time...with auntie and momo laughing at me. The production camera took a good shot of us and we decided to buy the photo for 1260 yen. It comes with a nice folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...I 'bought' 3 medallion, Mickey mouse, mini mouse and donald duck. See photos . notice I use ' ', cos SM's mum paid for it!!!&amp;nbsp; We ended the day with a high note and took the free shuttle bus back to the Disney Ambassor Hotel and was greeted with a surprise. (see movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder this room costs $700 + SGD per night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM was hungry and since all the restaurants were closed, I rang for room service and order lobster, salmon and clam chowder soup. YAMPY YAMPY ( see movie). Excellent service man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all folks&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-7016641825978292582?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7016641825978292582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/14th-day-in-japan-disney-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7016641825978292582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/7016641825978292582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/14th-day-in-japan-disney-land.html' title='The 13th day in Japan (Disney land)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-2426275905979194868</id><published>2011-01-04T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:54:11.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>12th Day in Japan (Nikko)</title><content type='html'>We wanted to go to Edo Wonderland and thus we woke up early at around 8am. But because we have bad night, we laze in the bed till 9am. We left the hotel and make our way to Ueno station where we transfer to Shinkansen to Otsunomiya and transfer to local train to Nikko. We ate breakfast on the shinkansen. MiMi and I ate sandwiches while my mum ate rice balls. As usual, MiMi ordered coffee on the shinkansen for 300yen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we reach Nikko around 12, we missed the free shuttle to Edo Wonderland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided we should have lunch then. We found a restuarant selling fusion food. MiMi ate Ramen, Mum took pasta and I got steak rice. Food is good and not too expensive (about 4500Yen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we walked to the sacred bridge which is just a red bridge across the river. We climbed the mountain beside the sacred bridge to an area which is considered to be the world's heritage. As we reached there around 3plus&amp;nbsp;(almost 4).&amp;nbsp;We didnt get to see much. I bought cotton candy for 500Yen. Taste like sugar, but it feel like cotton, soft and fluffy. I think it is due to the dry and cold weather, in singapore it will have melted and stick to my fingers when I touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed back to the&amp;nbsp;train station to&amp;nbsp;board the train leaving Nikko around 5pm. We walked to the 7-11 near our hotel and&amp;nbsp;bought 3000 yen worth of instant noodles and snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sleeping early tonight (supposed to) as we are going to Disneyland tomorrow. (And we will be staying a night at a hotel there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-2426275905979194868?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2426275905979194868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/12th-day-in-japan-nikko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2426275905979194868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/2426275905979194868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/12th-day-in-japan-nikko.html' title='12th Day in Japan (Nikko)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3281695536048075345</id><published>2011-01-04T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:23:19.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan.'/><title type='text'>11th day in Japan(tokyo)</title><content type='html'>Err hee hee...woke up late AGAIN! Think this is the upteemth time that I am repeating this phrase. Ah..that life - Enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....enjoyment to us but not so for SM's mum who 'grumbles' that we spent $$ just to sleep in. Frequent comment..."If we want to sleep so much...why dun we just sleep in in Singapore? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: "It's different. We walk and shop so much during the day.... (We nornally sleep like 2 a.m) so it is essentially that we sleep enough inorder to enjoy the day mah..." - Gd thing..that both SM and I share the same sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did after the usual stuff of getting up etc...was of course to find some good energy resource. SM wanted to eat Sushi at some classy looking restuarant&amp;nbsp;. He has the idea that expensive restuarant = good food --- (all thanks to the work of psychologists!). The power of persuasiveness via the peripheral loop --- (i.e using heuristic cues like lighting..etc..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I saw a cute gal too.. pretty well dressed!!! There is a saying in dialet..." Ai Swee Mai Miah" (See photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After that, the three of us went to Electric City located at Akihabara. It is a 10 minutes walk from our hotel. Sm went crazy like how some gals will go crazy buying shoes. ( See movie clip + photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, Akihabara is a place for him. His dream fantasy, flooded..and I mean really flooded with stalls and&amp;nbsp; stalls of arcade, animae centres and game centres. He walked into almost every shop while his mum and I troddle behind him. I dare say that my eyes were closing...or should I say..CLOSED while standing waiting for him. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shopping list for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Takoyaki set (1100 yen)&lt;br /&gt;2) Capsule toys ( 4 guns, 1 paw light + 1 light + 1 carebear) His mother fainted at our intense craze for guns.&lt;br /&gt;3)&amp;nbsp;Xbox game - Red date redemption&lt;br /&gt;4) 1 luggage (cos we bought too many things liao and both SM and I share a luggage) we arrive in Japan &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with 16kg..plenty&amp;nbsp;of excess to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, the sky was dark already. SM's mum wanted to see how Japanese pray to their Gods. We took her to Shinobazunoike Pond. In the middle of it, lies the Bentendo Temple. Looks so pretty, glowing in the dark( too bad forgot to bring camera). I stumbled upon this place on the first day of new year when I had a tift with Momo. :P&lt;br /&gt;Dinner ( instant noodle)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tired out from all the walking.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3281695536048075345?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3281695536048075345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/11th-day-in-japantokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3281695536048075345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3281695536048075345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/11th-day-in-japantokyo.html' title='11th day in Japan(tokyo)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-3801900240654746658</id><published>2011-01-03T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:14:48.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>10th day in Japan (Tokyo)</title><content type='html'>After a day of unhappiness, we manage to patch up and decided to go out. Going to Shinjuku and try to see Mt Fuji again. Which ended up in failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at around 10am, but left the hotel around 12 as we are busy watching the show Secret Garden Episode 15. After watching the show we went out for lunch at Sukiya. I had a beef set while MiMi and Mum had salmon set. Food again is good. I brought them to Ameyoko again and this time we came across a shop selling tibits. I went crazy and bought tons of snacks for friends and colleagues. (So look forward to them if you are my good friends) It cost us 12000Yen which is equivalent to 180SGD worth of tibits... I began to regret buying them lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went backt o hotel to put down our load of snacks before going to shinjuku which is a big disappointment as the observatory is still closed. So we missed seeing Mt Fuji again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are at Shinjuku we decide to drop by the electric town to source for a camera (mimi's brother's request). We found the model he wanted selling at around 1600SGD which seem like more expensive than in Singapore. MiMi bought 3 watches for her mum and auntie while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping we had Burger King for dinner. Wow, no chicken burger so MiMi endded up eating chicken tenders (nuggets). I think their burger king is more expensive than singapore as 2 set with chicken nuggets cost up SGD20. (even with discount coupons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to akihabara which is the paradise for me. It has loads of games, toys and anime. We walked around the shopping till late (around 10pm, latest we ever spend out of hotel). On the way back to hotel, we bought a crepe and takoyaki. Yum Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-3801900240654746658?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3801900240654746658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/10th-day-in-japan-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3801900240654746658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/3801900240654746658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/10th-day-in-japan-tokyo.html' title='10th day in Japan (Tokyo)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1364163672536483164</id><published>2011-01-02T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:59:12.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>9th Day of Japan Trip ( New Year Day)</title><content type='html'>Err...hahah we woke up late again. Our plan? - see Mount Fiji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'see' is rather subjective, causes us much&amp;nbsp;frustration for the whole day.&amp;nbsp;What&amp;nbsp;exactly happened?&amp;nbsp;Well, the&amp;nbsp;previous night, I distinctively asked Momo twice if he&amp;nbsp;knows&amp;nbsp;where to get a good&amp;nbsp;view of Mount Fiji. I saw him surfing the net for travel information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we got up...and I asked him for more details it turned out that he had mistaken thought that all I wanted for was to SEE Mount Fiji so it doesnt matter where. He intended to just bring us to the train station for a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I wanted to see Mount Fiji from far as well as from the base which sits at lake Aiji. It is said to be one of the world prettiest sight. Honestly, I was alittle annoyed and began to source the net for more&amp;nbsp; information. Apparently it is located at Hakone and the nearest that our Japan rail pass can bring is to O.... (something). Inorder to reduce travel expense we have to purchase the Hakone rail pass for $80 SGD per person which is not really worth while considering that we woke up so late in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo asked me to find out more information..and I decided to have a look at lonely planet. He then switched on the laptop to watch movie. That sort of really pissed me off...course by then it was around 1p.m.&amp;nbsp; I was quite upset and decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was a miscommunication. I thought he wanted to watch the movie first..while he was watching the movie while waiting for me&amp;nbsp; to find out more information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sleeping until 4plus and then went out on a walk on my own. I love the cold air against my face as I strolled down the park. It is very refreshing and therapeutic to me. Reminds me of the time I sat on the beach in Perth to ease off my stress. To cut the story&amp;nbsp;short,&amp;nbsp;momo was worried for me and followed behind me quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I met him in the park and we sort of patch up sharing a plate of octopus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we returned to the hotel and picked up his mum and had a barbeque dinner!! (see photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1364163672536483164?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1364163672536483164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/10th-day-of-japan-trip-new-year-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1364163672536483164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1364163672536483164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/10th-day-of-japan-trip-new-year-day.html' title='9th Day of Japan Trip ( New Year Day)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-1192017210863942215</id><published>2011-01-01T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:13:32.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>8th Day in Japan (Tokyo)</title><content type='html'>Today is New Year's Eve, we woke up at 11am. Reluctantly for me, as the bed is so warm and cushy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop is trying to find lunch(or brunch). We walked to Ameyoko where it is flooded with people doing last minute shopping for new year's goodie. We saw big octopus, crabs and salted fish (19kg). We walked pass a shop selling bags and my mum + mimi went crazy. They bought total of 4 bags (each bags is selling at the discounted price of 3150yen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AFkTzr2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/-rLUZiyireY/s1600/DSC02958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AFkTzr2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/-rLUZiyireY/s320/DSC02958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR3_utNgOxI/AAAAAAAAA3s/dSQnq2CNTGA/s1600/DSC03003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR3_utNgOxI/AAAAAAAAA3s/dSQnq2CNTGA/s320/DSC03003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we found a japanese restuarant and had our lunch there. Cost us 10000yen for 3 lunch sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4ARZulKuI/AAAAAAAAA30/2WVYtKwW3mc/s1600/DSC02962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4ARZulKuI/AAAAAAAAA30/2WVYtKwW3mc/s320/DSC02962.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AWeRmjXI/AAAAAAAAA34/LUsr1L9YQ5U/s1600/DSC02965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AWeRmjXI/AAAAAAAAA34/LUsr1L9YQ5U/s320/DSC02965.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AaSZuqDI/AAAAAAAAA38/uSJuXdzcc2c/s1600/DSC02967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AaSZuqDI/AAAAAAAAA38/uSJuXdzcc2c/s320/DSC02967.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We walked to Ueno station and took the train to Shinjuku thinking of going up to the observatory but it was closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AnZe3HXI/AAAAAAAAA4A/GKJtzxnAuag/s1600/DSC02975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AnZe3HXI/AAAAAAAAA4A/GKJtzxnAuag/s320/DSC02975.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4Au8jsUrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/A6cEKxbIeeU/s1600/DSC02976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4Au8jsUrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/A6cEKxbIeeU/s320/DSC02976.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cute non-smoking sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We walked around the park nearby and saw a temple (people are preparing for New Year celebrations). We left the place and make our way back to the hotel, stopping by a BBQ restuarant for some hot dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4A9hCyskI/AAAAAAAAA4I/og6mLjpsz9s/s1600/DSC02989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4A9hCyskI/AAAAAAAAA4I/og6mLjpsz9s/s320/DSC02989.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BCmoNezI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8sow3BPlASk/s1600/DSC02994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BCmoNezI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8sow3BPlASk/s320/DSC02994.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BH1r-opI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LegN9BPJhOU/s1600/DSC03000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BH1r-opI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LegN9BPJhOU/s320/DSC03000.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep now. Happy New Year to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-1192017210863942215?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1192017210863942215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/8th-day-in-japan-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1192017210863942215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/1192017210863942215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/8th-day-in-japan-tokyo.html' title='8th Day in Japan (Tokyo)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4AFkTzr2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/-rLUZiyireY/s72-c/DSC02958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6544037328710503659</id><published>2010-12-30T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:16:41.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>7th Day in Japan - Tokyo</title><content type='html'>We woke up super early this morning at 7 a.m&amp;nbsp;and boarded the 840 a.m from Shin Osaka bound for Tokyo. 3 hours ride and we ate bento in the train! (See photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BgrBvZII/AAAAAAAAA4U/y2AIg4dbKzo/s1600/DSC02943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BgrBvZII/AAAAAAAAA4U/y2AIg4dbKzo/s320/DSC02943.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BlTXb0UI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/E8vxmThC4mM/s1600/DSC02947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BlTXb0UI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/E8vxmThC4mM/s320/DSC02947.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ueno First City Hotel (~23,000 yen per night) located 10 minutes walk from&amp;nbsp;Okachimachi Train Station. Check into the hotel at 2.15&amp;nbsp;p.m. What shall we do for the rest of the day? Should we just rest or walk around. Pretty cold in&amp;nbsp;Tokyo&amp;nbsp;4 degree and -4 degree at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4B4MB8x_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/C4IEJSwBHI4/s1600/DSC02949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4B4MB8x_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/C4IEJSwBHI4/s320/DSC02949.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... let's see the plan. (we ended up staying at the hotel, we did went out for dinner at a chinese restuarant though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi the mousie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6544037328710503659?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6544037328710503659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/7th-day-in-japan-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6544037328710503659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6544037328710503659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/7th-day-in-japan-tokyo.html' title='7th Day in Japan - Tokyo'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4BgrBvZII/AAAAAAAAA4U/y2AIg4dbKzo/s72-c/DSC02943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6181700797343693815</id><published>2010-12-29T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:33:35.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Day in Japan</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, finally we woke up early this morning @ 9a.m. Ate bread for breakfast and headed straight for Hiroshima, boarded the Hinki express train station at 11 a.m. This time round, we were not able to reserve any train ticket and decided to try the non reserved seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad mistake! A snake like queue awaited us. Hordes of passengers were awaiting for the train bound for Shishoke (one stop after Hiroshima) - all of them returning home to celebrate the coming New Year with their family. Good thing it was an express train. Obviously, there were simply no seats but we managed to push for a standing space directly outside the toilet and we stood there for 1.5 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was quite uncomfortable, it is an experience for us to experience first hand the congestion in the train. (See movie clip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9947f80488cf3dda" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9947f80488cf3dda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53E8DF339107BE69602E83C3295199CADB39383.63F9FA3206A751140D2868BF9DF520E778AFC2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9947f80488cf3dda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZr-eyJIa_bHHUfu9nk3UXZYmXdQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9947f80488cf3dda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53E8DF339107BE69602E83C3295199CADB39383.63F9FA3206A751140D2868BF9DF520E778AFC2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9947f80488cf3dda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZr-eyJIa_bHHUfu9nk3UXZYmXdQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop : 1) Shukkeien Garden ( See movie clip)&amp;nbsp; Although I was&amp;nbsp;alittle disappointed that it did not have the mountain as the back drop as mentioned in the bronchure, we acquired some knowledge. -- Gingko Fruit actually STINKS!!!&amp;nbsp; ( See movie clip + photos). SM's mum picked up 28&amp;nbsp;Gingko fruits&amp;nbsp;to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c00a0de99608f6e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c00a0de99608f6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D178FA0E76153068163C37E9947214A1994B7BB4C.29249ECB7BD07A82A90B1DD4D67D8087D3BBC1EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c00a0de99608f6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTzOx1bx3Csd2fM1w2EePcbJ-j0c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c00a0de99608f6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D178FA0E76153068163C37E9947214A1994B7BB4C.29249ECB7BD07A82A90B1DD4D67D8087D3BBC1EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c00a0de99608f6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTzOx1bx3Csd2fM1w2EePcbJ-j0c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27a7b5f2224c6547" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27a7b5f2224c6547%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7333A0F3BEE42CF2D81E7C2CABB1E84482521BA2.856FE1813A354EB14E3744BFB4CC71457291AA1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27a7b5f2224c6547%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3BqAYJyNBp8AEXBtNSvAge8BDik&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27a7b5f2224c6547%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7333A0F3BEE42CF2D81E7C2CABB1E84482521BA2.856FE1813A354EB14E3744BFB4CC71457291AA1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27a7b5f2224c6547%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3BqAYJyNBp8AEXBtNSvAge8BDik&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;2nd Stop : Hiroshima Castle ( closed for the new year ) so we just took a photo shot (see photo attached)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FAz13-xI/AAAAAAAAA4g/s1X3nSQvhTg/s1600/DSC02915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FAz13-xI/AAAAAAAAA4g/s1X3nSQvhTg/s320/DSC02915.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Stop: A Bomb Dome, Peace Memorial Park, Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum (view movie clip)&lt;br /&gt;Although the museum is closed, there are volunteers in the park explaining the history to us. We did learn something interesting...Before US really set up the atomic bomb, they did try out bombing with dumbies at various locations in Japan (29 times) and it killed 450 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcb56a68b90b6fea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcb56a68b90b6fea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B43BD1006001F3805AC4FE0A3A6E4E2BF6F0D3.8448E3DCC9DF75E36E4361EAE33C23CA67F008AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcb56a68b90b6fea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0m8_LdXq6vJK-3Nz9NJnFsQjQjI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcb56a68b90b6fea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B43BD1006001F3805AC4FE0A3A6E4E2BF6F0D3.8448E3DCC9DF75E36E4361EAE33C23CA67F008AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcb56a68b90b6fea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0m8_LdXq6vJK-3Nz9NJnFsQjQjI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Apparently,&amp;nbsp;the developer of the bomb&amp;nbsp;used an antenna to calculate the distance of the bomb from the ground and that antenna was designed by a Japanese man! ( At least , this is what I gather from deciphering what the volunteer guide is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Stop: We were hungry and exhausted by this time and headed straight for&amp;nbsp;Japanese restaurant. SM wanted to try their seafood dishes and it turned out to be superb. See photos attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FYiF75aI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yiVB8hjE4zo/s1600/DSC02936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FYiF75aI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yiVB8hjE4zo/s320/DSC02936.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FdEvkskI/AAAAAAAAA4o/aLVU-4EezVo/s1600/DSC02937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FdEvkskI/AAAAAAAAA4o/aLVU-4EezVo/s320/DSC02937.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FgBTLXDI/AAAAAAAAA4s/z1F_blBh31Q/s1600/DSC02938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FgBTLXDI/AAAAAAAAA4s/z1F_blBh31Q/s320/DSC02938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FjrzeTnI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XvmFTS5bDpw/s1600/DSC02939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FjrzeTnI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XvmFTS5bDpw/s320/DSC02939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FmsFX4nI/AAAAAAAAA40/fguN6VgRr1M/s1600/DSC02940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FmsFX4nI/AAAAAAAAA40/fguN6VgRr1M/s320/DSC02940.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FpQpnBrI/AAAAAAAAA44/RNHjIf9CXeI/s1600/DSC02941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FpQpnBrI/AAAAAAAAA44/RNHjIf9CXeI/s320/DSC02941.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 's all for the day. 11. 24 p.m now. Heading to Tokoyo early tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mimi, the mousie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6181700797343693815?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6181700797343693815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/6th-day-in-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6181700797343693815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6181700797343693815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/6th-day-in-japan.html' title='6th Day in Japan'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TR4FAz13-xI/AAAAAAAAA4g/s1X3nSQvhTg/s72-c/DSC02915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-6259552431033467203</id><published>2010-12-29T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:25:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifth day in Japan (Okayama)</title><content type='html'>It is still my turn to pen our travel for the day. As usual, we woke up late but this time round it is different compared to the rest of the other days.&amp;nbsp;It is&amp;nbsp;even later, at 12 noon and it is my birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we do ah...? After we wash up, we took out the lonely planet&amp;nbsp;book and started thinking about where to go! Amazing. Wonder who will&amp;nbsp;be like us who spend thousands of $$ just to laze in everyday. But oh well, that is our version of a break :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally settled&amp;nbsp;for Okayama via the Hikari Fast express train&amp;nbsp;[primarily cos most of the shops are closed for the new&amp;nbsp;year :() ]&amp;nbsp;Took us an hour to get there. Time&amp;nbsp;of arrival 3.05 p.m.&amp;nbsp; Point of&amp;nbsp;attraction 1) Okayama Korakeun Garden and Okayama Castle.&amp;nbsp;Did I mention that both destination close at 5 p.m ? So we have less than 2 hours to tour both spots. (560 yen for combined tickets). Obviously, there is simply no time to sit down and munch. So the next best solution is to purchase a couple of bento sets at the train station!!! Taste as good as it looks (total : ~1900 yen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoPIb3uqgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zjOIP32k3Xk/s1600/DSC02844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoPIb3uqgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zjOIP32k3Xk/s320/DSC02844.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right.....then right...it started to rain!!! Of course Momo is delighted cos that means more indoor shopping for him. My face was turning black like Bao Kong. Then I send a prayer to my Father GOD... " God it is my birthday today, can u please stop the rain..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did stop raining after a while...by then it was 4p.m. Me, being the persistent sort pressed on for my destination - Korakeun Garden. I was alright with giving the castle a miss but definitely not the garden. It is one of the three best land scape in Japan!.....of course Momo was pissed and said... " okay, u lead..u show the way.."&lt;br /&gt;so I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we finally arrived at the garden at 430 (.... It was a long walk from the station) Hold and behold, the bell rang to flush out all intruders in the picturesque garden with a mountainous landscape as a back drop. So all I could do was to steal a glimpse of the place at the entrance ( see below ).....honestly, I was a little disappointed but then again....should I be disappointed in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5fe06b957872c93d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fe06b957872c93d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D546CED8B6DDECBE6B44F68597A3CCD7D2F3A953D.4378512B43E83D942393C976D4DEBC8A2FBD7DA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fe06b957872c93d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqDWd2lVSX0P0Q8Dav_D2dQi7ItY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fe06b957872c93d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D546CED8B6DDECBE6B44F68597A3CCD7D2F3A953D.4378512B43E83D942393C976D4DEBC8A2FBD7DA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fe06b957872c93d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqDWd2lVSX0P0Q8Dav_D2dQi7ItY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1dfca2998c7640c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01dfca2998c7640c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D92BAEEB098919B30280B4DA24C4060C52019A91.1B09E7AFA264A7F381FB6A6C9CE4ADC08B70E7F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dfca2998c7640c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbFijsHoB5uZTuzibVu1WtLeKz7U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01dfca2998c7640c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D92BAEEB098919B30280B4DA24C4060C52019A91.1B09E7AFA264A7F381FB6A6C9CE4ADC08B70E7F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dfca2998c7640c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbFijsHoB5uZTuzibVu1WtLeKz7U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't get to go to the MAN MADE garden, we had the opportunity to explore the place and chanced upon an ancient house (see photo below) as well as&amp;nbsp;Okayama Castle from a different perspective. It was so pretty ( See movie clip) Picture speaks a thousands words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4aa018e32809bb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4aa018e32809bb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E26A0946B430C7B6E5EDBA09613C35CDAF930E4.957EBECCDF8AABCFE623C5ED47D1B886C83E019%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4aa018e32809bb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm2w6qHu-WszDrWnIoffRmu4JDso&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4aa018e32809bb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E26A0946B430C7B6E5EDBA09613C35CDAF930E4.957EBECCDF8AABCFE623C5ED47D1B886C83E019%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4aa018e32809bb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm2w6qHu-WszDrWnIoffRmu4JDso&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made our way back to Okayama Station and headed back to Shin Osaka before changing train to Osaka --- Reached destination at (8 plus). Then off we went to buy instant noodles + a strawberry cake for dinner. Hahahha...and also the three of us dressed up in Yukata today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks&lt;br /&gt;Mimi, the mousie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-6259552431033467203?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6259552431033467203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/fifth-day-in-japan-okayama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6259552431033467203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/6259552431033467203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/fifth-day-in-japan-okayama.html' title='fifth day in Japan (Okayama)'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoPIb3uqgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zjOIP32k3Xk/s72-c/DSC02844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-9079617706070029042</id><published>2010-12-27T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:16:12.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day in Japan</title><content type='html'>Erhem, today is my turn to do penflash of what happened earlier on today. First of all, the mandane stuff. We got up at 10a.m and ate bread for breadfast on the BED with nice hot coffee. Left the hotel at 11a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;went on a treasure hunt searching for the SEGA - Game arcade, based on Momo's sheer intuition. Of course, u can expect it to end in failure since guys have no sense of intuition at all :P After a furtile search, we changed our destination and headed to&amp;nbsp;Osake museum&amp;nbsp;of housing and living&amp;nbsp;at Temma Station which is just one stop away from Osake station. I wanted to see how Japanese used to live in the Edo period and persuaded them to visit the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum is located at the end of Tenjimbashi Suji Shopping Centre. It is uniquely designed with a length of 2.6 km, the longest in Japan. Home to 600 diffferent shops. SM's mother bought a very nice warm jacket for only 1000yen. Super good deal man. I would have bought one too if there is another (See photo below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoLbtehXBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DDI8IDbDCFo/s1600/DSC02815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoLbtehXBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DDI8IDbDCFo/s320/DSC02815.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoLh5l6OFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/K6A1e4TJdAo/s1600/DSC02816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoLh5l6OFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/K6A1e4TJdAo/s320/DSC02816.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaps of mouth watering stalls laced the entire streets. We bought a nice vegetable pancakes + &lt;strong&gt;croquette&lt;/strong&gt;(Mainly mashed potato + minced meat) See movie clip + photo below. Alongside that, Sm's mum bought a pair of shoes (1000yen),&amp;nbsp;2 boxes of stockings (1000 yen)&amp;nbsp;and lot of tibits. After shopping, we headed to the museum and&amp;nbsp;it turned out to be INSIDE a building rather than a building&amp;nbsp;by itself persay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-478462922b454fa7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D478462922b454fa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E7928B9962FBEE9AF565A907482C192B17F4A53.6A4B9ACA6F569BE53790FD34AB5BB0C848A4EF60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D478462922b454fa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De45burHSvrg7y72x7oSmoJYrLEw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D478462922b454fa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E7928B9962FBEE9AF565A907482C192B17F4A53.6A4B9ACA6F569BE53790FD34AB5BB0C848A4EF60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D478462922b454fa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De45burHSvrg7y72x7oSmoJYrLEw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ac46a6ba49a74d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08ac46a6ba49a74d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CDC4AA7A841752A79E1DDC3385926E13D224054.7494FA0DAFDB942C0E01F5362AA31618BDC260B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ac46a6ba49a74d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeHsNdmgexuKLDZDyoZmMxseu8Vs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08ac46a6ba49a74d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CDC4AA7A841752A79E1DDC3385926E13D224054.7494FA0DAFDB942C0E01F5362AA31618BDC260B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ac46a6ba49a74d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeHsNdmgexuKLDZDyoZmMxseu8Vs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately, it is closed&amp;nbsp;for this festive&amp;nbsp;period (24/12- 4/01). We then&amp;nbsp;proceed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;Town @&amp;nbsp;Tsuruhashi Train station. By then it was around 4p.m, darkness was&amp;nbsp;closing in. Still we persisted&amp;nbsp;but only for a short&amp;nbsp;while before turning our&amp;nbsp;backs.&amp;nbsp;Not funny to be lost in the sea of&amp;nbsp;Galliee.&amp;nbsp;We retraced our steps and stopped by a wet market ( see movie clip) before heading home sweet home to Hotel&amp;nbsp;Kinki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5bd5954f88e11167" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bd5954f88e11167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FB77BDC3A06CECC0979683F19A58C4906E0D268.36EA917B2C68365DAA3713A758F695AD31B106D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bd5954f88e11167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLBUEMylfsutACCpzncLU2Jz9Gqg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bd5954f88e11167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FB77BDC3A06CECC0979683F19A58C4906E0D268.36EA917B2C68365DAA3713A758F695AD31B106D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bd5954f88e11167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLBUEMylfsutACCpzncLU2Jz9Gqg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh...this is Momo's new name of the season. " KINKI!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed off&lt;br /&gt;Mimi, the mousee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-9079617706070029042?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9079617706070029042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/4th-day-in-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9079617706070029042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/9079617706070029042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/4th-day-in-japan.html' title='4th day in Japan'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRoLbtehXBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DDI8IDbDCFo/s72-c/DSC02815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490151621609000743.post-722873512236403629</id><published>2010-12-26T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:05:59.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan trip'/><title type='text'>Day 3 in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today is sunday, we woke up at 10am but dilly dally until 11am before leaving the hotel for brunch at the sushi place we went on the first day. We tried a few new dishes and experience is good. (we ate crab liver, octopus legs, chawamushi, sweet prawns, eel, sea urchi, salmon&amp;nbsp;etc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRctrczBbbI/AAAAAAAAA28/LQvy6U9CygI/s1600/DSC02773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRctrczBbbI/AAAAAAAAA28/LQvy6U9CygI/s320/DSC02773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRct8pjSemI/AAAAAAAAA3E/39g6IVONHds/s1600/DSC02774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRct8pjSemI/AAAAAAAAA3E/39g6IVONHds/s320/DSC02774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clam in Miso soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we made our way back to the hotel as my mum is not feeling too good. We end up watching korean show Secret Garden Episode 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm we decided to go out.&amp;nbsp; Stopping by 7-11 to buy some snacks. We took the osaka loop to Osakakojoen and visited the osaka castle. Entrance fees is 600yen per adult. The castle is majestic and views are nice. Although I think spring will be a better time than winter. We bought a BBQ squid (400yen a piece)&amp;nbsp;which is so succulent. We also got some takoyaki (8 for 400Yen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcuo7LaMXI/AAAAAAAAA3M/dcXtN8hpcjM/s1600/DSC02780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcuo7LaMXI/AAAAAAAAA3M/dcXtN8hpcjM/s320/DSC02780.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcu0VqbDyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kgfym5OCa1I/s320/DSC02781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rabbit decoration at the front gate of the Castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcu-eDu92I/AAAAAAAAA3U/pOSS8rHO5vY/s1600/DSC02788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcu-eDu92I/AAAAAAAAA3U/pOSS8rHO5vY/s320/DSC02788.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcvG45zIEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/yxJL_Mj0mbY/s1600/DSC02803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcvG45zIEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/yxJL_Mj0mbY/s320/DSC02803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcudLz8xPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KO3FqNiH2OY/s1600/DSC02783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcudLz8xPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KO3FqNiH2OY/s320/DSC02783.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcvlOqYz1I/AAAAAAAAA3c/farWCq3A7hc/s1600/DSC02795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcvlOqYz1I/AAAAAAAAA3c/farWCq3A7hc/s320/DSC02795.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the castle we took the train to osaka station and toured around daimaru (we went to the snacks/fresh food section) and bought some tomatoes, clams and breads (for tomorrow's breakfast). After the shopping we went to KFC for dinner (1880yen). Chicken is small but the have more variety of side dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to rest and sleep agian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;MoMo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRcu0VqbDyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kgfym5OCa1I/s1600/DSC02781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490151621609000743-722873512236403629?l=smat-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/feeds/722873512236403629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3-in-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/722873512236403629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490151621609000743/posts/default/722873512236403629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smat-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3-in-japan.html' title='Day 3 in Japan'/><author><name>MoMo the KittyPie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00877461174733306724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPk3-6-wes/ToJ_mNoZfuI/AAAAAAAABAg/XOXyHFY7IfU/s220/icon2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUr2xH3pF6k/TRctrczBbbI/AAAAAAAAA28/LQvy6U9CygI/s72-c/DSC02773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
