<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264</id><updated>2011-12-23T21:35:42.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confidante</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-6500236935426859464</id><published>2010-09-30T06:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T06:14:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flo Rida : Get Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To begin with, summer is over. If there was a machine that allows you to turn back time once in a lifetime, I believe the queue will be crazy long with humans or even animals. Because plenty of us want to turn back time and amend some silly or careless mistake we have done and make it perfect. But how is that possible for now? It only exists in the movies. So to cut that crap out of my imagination, just stand up, catch your breathe and walk towards your planned destination. Gosh! This is always the most difficult part of life where everyone has to faced. Trying to overcome our selfish ego needs and bow to your opponent. Some run away by killing themselves. This is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Nichiren Buddhism, it teaches us how to get out from hell. I am glad that I am practicing it but at the same time, because I am a human, I can be ignorant at times and continue to be in hell or I could make an effort and make a difference to the ending. So what if I make a difference and it was an ending that I didn’t desire? Heh, it is a vicious cycle that we as human are “fortunate” to go through. We human are so powerful that we are able to see, feel and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, once felt that I was a hideous monster inside me. I am embarrassed at myself that I found the monster in me yesterday! How did I allow it to happen? There is no one to blame except myself. I was at the lowest (She hit the flo' , She hit the flo', Shawty got low low low low low)point of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just writing this to remind myself that I still have faith and I am still capable to continue my journey. There were friendly support and happy news that encouraged me. I don’t know how the journey to the destination and how the ending is going to be. Right now, I am going to lift my head up, pen off and chant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-6500236935426859464?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/6500236935426859464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=6500236935426859464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6500236935426859464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6500236935426859464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2010/09/flo-rida-get-low.html' title='Flo Rida : Get Low'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3209231942169452232</id><published>2010-03-22T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:12:42.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, Season ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A year has passed and I was once sure that I had it right. At this point of time, the response I received makes me ponder about questions that I thought it was “rest assured” to me. Is this the road that has been lay down for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have come to this crossroad where I’m afraid to take. Nor left nor right will ensure a smooth journey to my destination. My karma I have to accept though it will be painful. Suddenly, I’m turning back to where once I have this uncertainties and insecurities just like how I talked about the story of the missing piece.  It is my own fundamental darkness that has taken over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3209231942169452232?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3209231942169452232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3209231942169452232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3209231942169452232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3209231942169452232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-season.html' title='Lost, Season ??'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-7105998062612033197</id><published>2009-06-18T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:46:51.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days and weeks passed and D Day arrived. I couldn't conceal my excitement, it was shown all over my face. I found the missing piece I was searching for the longest time of my life. But we all know that a feeling is something temporary, and so what we look for in life is something absolute. That little something something that will last a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This indefinately requires plenty of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be brave and have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be determined and have patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Respect and lots of loveeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-7105998062612033197?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/7105998062612033197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=7105998062612033197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7105998062612033197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7105998062612033197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2009/06/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-9171518783402851605</id><published>2009-05-06T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:55:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I caught fever when I was on the plane. This can't be any better! Pray hard that it has nothing to do with Swine Flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last nite, I started to have diarrhoea. Damm, when is this getting over?? Seriously lack of daimoku, everything seems going haywire. Kept telling myself, this is the test of faith. I can overcome this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something undeniable is I did established genuine friendship over the week :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-9171518783402851605?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/9171518783402851605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=9171518783402851605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/9171518783402851605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/9171518783402851605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2009/05/shanghai-aftermath.html' title='Shanghai Aftermath'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-6960678567595438104</id><published>2009-05-06T06:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:02:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Jinx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To me, this city always brings back the nostalgic touch of the 1920's. All the inspirations from the chinese drama series I watched when I was a kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to visit this metropolitan city since my dear friend is temporary residing there. Good thing that someone can show me - the Ms Can't Read Chinese around. 5 days before my trip, my friend called to say that there's an emergency and he will have to come back Malaysia. It was something unfortunate. Man.. after waiting for 2 months! No one to blame on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since it was a promotional ticket, I can't do any changes to it. There's always fineprints to this kinda of perks. Anyway, I got no choice but to go. My friend arranged a couple of friends to take care of me during my visit. So there I flew to the oriental land..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was having trouble asking for Taxi. Finally, Joshua told me it's called "Chu Chu Cher". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I met up with Lepak Linda and Charismatic Christy, they brought me to Joshua's apartment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion, they felt sorry that I have to sleep there so Christy offered to clean up her 2nd room for me to sleepover. So chweet..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After settling down, Linda went to work. Christy and myself was walking around looking for food. Should we take the subway or the taxi? Then, we went to the subway and a man caught our attention. He was very loud but we ignored him and continued walking and suddenly I felt a slap on my ass. I shouted. Christy asked what happen, I paused for a minute and told her " He just spanked my ass". There he was laughing and walking away. Apparently, Christy said he was clad in a police uniform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later at nite, Joshua texted that someone is coming over to his house to fix the windows and door at 9am. Arrr ..this means I have to wake up earlier than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Joshua's friend, Simon and Daniel came at 930 to help out. We waited for the installer but in the end to no avail. I could have sleep in!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, Linda brought me to the French Concession Walk to check out the old buildings which are turned to cafes,quaint boutiques and art galleries. I'm still thinking of the lacquer painting I saw. Kelly would love this place. And she can take nice pictures of me, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I received a call from Joshua at 830am saying the landlord is coming over with the installer to fix the windows and door at 9. Fcuk! Quickly, I rushed to make sure that they dunno I'm staying at his place. So they came, it wasn't appropriate for me a lady to be there when the men are working but what to do, Simon is out of town already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alamak! I have to meet Celes at 12. Then 12 became 3pm. I felt so sorry that she have to wait. Gawd she was starving when I met her and most of the kitchen closed at 3pm. What was available was just snacks :( I was lucky that the landlord bought bread for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was already raining when I reached The Bund. Too bad, we can't take pictures of the view we had. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went back to Joshua's apartment to get my luggage so I can moved to Christy's place. Waa lau, the door got locked from the inside and Linda who have the spare keys is out of town until the next day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;How?? I went party with the clothes I was wearing the whole day lorrr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not the end yet, Joshua texted me and said that my car broke down! I suggested him to drive my car for his convenience while I was away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is so unbelievable. I almost cried out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to bubbly Hui Ling who keep saying, it's ok. Everything will be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told them that tomorrow will be the best day of the whole trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I sleep in, had great lunch with Celes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the shopping street and realized that everything there is fcuking expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stopover at the only Barbie store in the world. Plastic, Pink, Poise, Perfect, Pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had great dinner with Linda, Su Wei &amp;amp; Christy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, relaxing foot and head massage to end the day. This is truly the best day of the entire trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pack and Leave. I will be back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-6960678567595438104?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/6960678567595438104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=6960678567595438104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6960678567595438104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6960678567595438104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2009/05/shanghai-jinx.html' title='Shanghai Jinx'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-5487357537065483613</id><published>2009-05-06T06:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:24:24.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectionist Ping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s 6 in the morning and I should be sleeping. I heard my neighbour's alarm clock ringing at 530am and now the familiar sound of the bus which I used to hear during my school days. My mind is thinking and planning for that special occasion. I'm excited and worried. Hopefully it will turn out well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off, A Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-5487357537065483613?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/5487357537065483613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=5487357537065483613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5487357537065483613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5487357537065483613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfectionist-ping.html' title='Perfectionist Ping'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-6004173722221712572</id><published>2009-03-30T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:25:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happe Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend, I participated in Run for Peace 2009 organized by Soka Gakkai Malaysia. This is the 3rd time we are organizing this and I think we are getting better and better. My aim is to be part of the working commitee in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were many familiar faces and we were exchanging smiles, hellos and encouragement. It was full of fun "Walking" with my close friends! Mun and Chek was busy camwhoring.. Shin and myself was busy checking out people, haha. We supposed to have PS to run with us and follow up with her pre birthday celebration Unfortunately, she couldn't join us. Today it's her birthday, so Happe Birthday Pei Sze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-6004173722221712572?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/6004173722221712572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=6004173722221712572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6004173722221712572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6004173722221712572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2009/03/happe-birthday.html' title='Happe Birthday'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-788523165935485275</id><published>2009-03-30T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:53:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khwei@Koala Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now it's his turn to spread his wings and fly. It was all decided very soon. For the better, we believe. He is on his way there and we hope this will work for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-788523165935485275?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/788523165935485275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=788523165935485275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/788523165935485275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/788523165935485275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2009/03/khweikoala-land.html' title='Khwei@Koala Land'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-4504352720205626271</id><published>2009-02-17T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:09:30.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mood sets in, and I feel like writting but I was driving. I turn to my right and saw myself. I make funny faces so that I smile to the reflection in the mirror. (I make sure there are no cars driving beside me when I'm doing this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The radio was playing and the song carries me away. I've been searching for that missing piece and I am still searching for it. On another line, for the first time I feel sad for what happenned at work due to some unnecessary reasons. Although some part of me is empty but I felt the sudden bliss, I felt life was exciting and I start to think about the things I wanted to do more in the coming future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up language class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;Drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;Spent more time with my grandma&lt;br /&gt;Save money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Continue my pilates and yoga which I've put aside for more than 2 years, enough of stubborn cellulites and droppy S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music aspires me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my Ipod (Thanks J)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my future Bose system&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-4504352720205626271?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/4504352720205626271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=4504352720205626271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4504352720205626271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4504352720205626271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2009/02/moonlight-journey.html' title='Moonlight Journey'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-2954525082313843038</id><published>2008-11-07T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:54:58.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like singing ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard from a friend today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And she said you were in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly the memories came back to me in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I be strong I've asked myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time and time I've said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That I'll never fall in love with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A wounded heart you gave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My soul you took away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good intentions you had many,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you didI come from a place that hurts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;an' God knows how I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I never want to return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Making love to you oh it felt so good and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I be strong I've asked myself&lt;br /&gt;Time and time I've said&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never fall in love with you again&lt;br /&gt;A wounded heart you gave,&lt;br /&gt;My soul you took away&lt;br /&gt;Good intentions you had many,&lt;br /&gt;I know you didI come from a place that hurts,&lt;br /&gt;an' God knows how I've cried&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to return&lt;br /&gt;Never fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here we are alone again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't think it'd come to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And to know it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;With just a little kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've come too close to happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To have it swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't think I can take the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kinda late in the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my heart is in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you stand there and then tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then leave again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I'm falling in love with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold me, hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ever let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say it just one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God knows I do love you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-2954525082313843038?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/2954525082313843038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=2954525082313843038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2954525082313843038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2954525082313843038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/11/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1883885775740370384</id><published>2008-11-04T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:33:13.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally my heart sank for I was trying to stay cool and calm for the past few ocassion. I don't think there's any more space for forgiveness. I can feel how broken hearted it is for you to withstand that tremendous pain. I think you are doing good already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did all the surreal moments and promises has been forgotten?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Above all, it was surely touching to see family unity when we are in need. Everyone just kneel and chanted vibrant daimoku. I felt it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-1883885775740370384?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1883885775740370384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1883885775740370384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1883885775740370384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1883885775740370384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/11/crushed.html' title='Crushed'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-8183101992506855154</id><published>2008-10-31T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:32:21.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet home Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was selecting the radio channels, I heard this familiar tune. Flashback..the mimic and the laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was some cute moments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm coming home to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-8183101992506855154?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/8183101992506855154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=8183101992506855154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8183101992506855154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8183101992506855154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet home Alabama'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1441414281068930606</id><published>2008-09-16T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:52:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgewater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim Brickman, you made me cry ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-1441414281068930606?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1441414281068930606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1441414281068930606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1441414281068930606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1441414281068930606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/09/edgewater.html' title='Edgewater'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-2510978348781739379</id><published>2008-09-16T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:47:37.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got a call from a dear friend. A happy hello ended with a mellow goodbye. The news bothers me, and tortures me.. I'm keeping all my feelings at bay. Moving on gonna take some time b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can we take the change??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-2510978348781739379?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/2510978348781739379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=2510978348781739379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2510978348781739379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2510978348781739379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-5429320965630185754</id><published>2008-08-12T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:58:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EeDeeAss II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh, tomorrow I’m officially 1 year old in ASFO. I guess this journey was never something I expected. Came in as a lost girl and here I am now in a land of greater responsibilities to address. I know the choice I made will bring me to another level as a person and as the comrade for the company. My gratitude to that someone who gave me the chance to be part of the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: For any reason if I sound retarded to you Chuah, please tahan abit because in time I will arise as the mighty one :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-5429320965630185754?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/5429320965630185754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=5429320965630185754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5429320965630185754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5429320965630185754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/08/eedeeass-ii.html' title='EeDeeAss II'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3462463967774318599</id><published>2008-08-12T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:19:56.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumble-laya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s all mixed up, jumbled up. I find that I’m not any good in expressing whatever that is within me although I talk like I know. Was it patience and love I had for jilafa or did I live in delusion? Sad? Yes I am. But most of all, I gave my all, my best, every drench of my effort to make it grow higher and taller. It was truly an awakening experience that money can’t buy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamtaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3462463967774318599?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3462463967774318599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3462463967774318599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3462463967774318599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3462463967774318599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumble-laya.html' title='Jumble-laya'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3803337598321163012</id><published>2008-06-19T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:03.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/SFolM5ahM-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rX7YwTEdbwU/s1600-h/less.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213520422135477218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/SFolM5ahM-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rX7YwTEdbwU/s320/less.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; percentage of me as a lesbian was higher yesterday :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3803337598321163012?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3803337598321163012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3803337598321163012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3803337598321163012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3803337598321163012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/06/l-word_19.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/SFolM5ahM-I/AAAAAAAAACE/rX7YwTEdbwU/s72-c/less.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3915030576287038475</id><published>2008-06-18T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/SFjXrnu9IoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5qpSdJ5J2UA/s1600-h/les.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213153713081623170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/SFjXrnu9IoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5qpSdJ5J2UA/s320/les.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While researching for the upcoming forum, this website lured me to play along with the quiz. So I got to know that this is what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3915030576287038475?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3915030576287038475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3915030576287038475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3915030576287038475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3915030576287038475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/06/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/SFjXrnu9IoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5qpSdJ5J2UA/s72-c/les.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-7670291760076129029</id><published>2008-03-17T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:03.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exotica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R93mpnEfUbI/AAAAAAAAABs/9PcL9vLvT_8/s1600-h/froggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178548749082775986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R93mpnEfUbI/AAAAAAAAABs/9PcL9vLvT_8/s320/froggies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I ate those!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-7670291760076129029?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/7670291760076129029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=7670291760076129029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7670291760076129029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7670291760076129029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/03/exotica.html' title='Exotica'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R93mpnEfUbI/AAAAAAAAABs/9PcL9vLvT_8/s72-c/froggies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3321847520316718522</id><published>2008-03-06T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:04.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go the Morrocan way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R8-KoiyxFaI/AAAAAAAAABk/IhKTlis66iA/s1600-h/hammam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174506926011127202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R8-KoiyxFaI/AAAAAAAAABk/IhKTlis66iA/s320/hammam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minah had me bathe and shampooed just like how a mother bathe her little girl. The water temperature was slightly high but it complements my cold skin when I was drenched. Splish, splash..hehe. Then she applied black sea salt to get me ready for the gommage session. The end result, was splendid! Love it! Then had a chat with Minah and she wished me that I will find my prince charming. The finale was a soothing Ylang Ylang body massage. Nice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3321847520316718522?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3321847520316718522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3321847520316718522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3321847520316718522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3321847520316718522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/03/hammam.html' title='Go the Morrocan way'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R8-KoiyxFaI/AAAAAAAAABk/IhKTlis66iA/s72-c/hammam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-5451664084305768216</id><published>2008-02-12T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:04:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Lah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've not write for sometime. It is just me of letting things flow along the way and not fixing certain ideals or putting hope so that in return I'll just accept the way things supposed to be. I believe it was more good than the bad. Again, we know that our days is full of ups and downs and to be able to enjoy and live the fullest every single day requires courage, strength and determination. But we human tends to forget easily so I have to remind myself for that. I know I can and I know you can do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, CNY is here and time flies.. Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-5451664084305768216?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/5451664084305768216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=5451664084305768216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5451664084305768216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5451664084305768216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-lah.html' title='Can Lah...'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-6367461508116322520</id><published>2008-01-11T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R4ZZ8qhmxXI/AAAAAAAAABc/lCO62QVTv5k/s1600-h/celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153905722314376562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R4ZZ8qhmxXI/AAAAAAAAABc/lCO62QVTv5k/s320/celebration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year People!! More pictures on the way... Kindly click at the pictures to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R4ZZcqhmxWI/AAAAAAAAABU/lgjTcSRp4b4/s1600-h/MIFA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153905172558562658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R4ZZcqhmxWI/AAAAAAAAABU/lgjTcSRp4b4/s320/MIFA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R4ZZQ6hmxVI/AAAAAAAAABM/nN5l-CWRGf8/s1600-h/aug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153904970695099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R4ZZQ6hmxVI/AAAAAAAAABM/nN5l-CWRGf8/s320/aug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-6367461508116322520?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/6367461508116322520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=6367461508116322520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6367461508116322520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6367461508116322520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Highlights of 07'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/R4ZZ8qhmxXI/AAAAAAAAABc/lCO62QVTv5k/s72-c/celebration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1273489541283769525</id><published>2007-10-24T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:48:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuan@Christchurch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still reminiscing the times we had. The catfight, the me bully-er, the him-to talk to about family affairs.. Gave him a big bear hug, hold there for a few secs and I told myself to let go. I couldn't resist myself but to let go my tears. " Take care " he said.. then I turned and walked away from the boarding gate. Mom called later on and asked how I feel, I burst into tears again.. She was too..she said I will miss him but we agreed it's for his best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merely 24 hours after he left, we are all finally relieved that he's safely stepped his foot on the land of dramatic and picturesque view, New Zealand. We wished him the best of everything and have a blast of his life there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-1273489541283769525?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1273489541283769525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1273489541283769525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1273489541283769525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1273489541283769525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/10/chuanchristchurch.html' title='Chuan@Christchurch'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-4437661726318858136</id><published>2007-10-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:01:40.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I've been away for too long. Sorry people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To start, I've been a bumble bee at work.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time contributing to Gakkai activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- The recent anti nuclear weapon exhibition, I've invited my brother to help out as coordinator for student programme. Starts at 8am to 5pm. He said "WAA!! Gotta wake up so early and no money to my pocket." Well, that's the thing you learn to contribute selflessly for the community, for the good of others. Ain't that noble! Then he agreed :)&lt;br /&gt;- Shakubuku campaign, been working along my comrades to work for the happiness of others. We must be happy and also others too.&lt;br /&gt;- Gokuyo, very happy that this year I'm able to make a little more contribution than the years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shirley gave this piece of encouragement with me after I shared my experience with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;President Ikeda&lt;br /&gt;This spirit of engaging others in dialogue on equal terms is the essence of buddhism. Through dialogue, Shakyamuni opened hearts that were closed, softened hearts that had grown hard and melted hearts that were frozen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-4437661726318858136?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/4437661726318858136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=4437661726318858136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4437661726318858136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4437661726318858136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/10/comeback.html' title='Comeback'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3591960074578274925</id><published>2007-09-18T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:53:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PDZs'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our time together is always full of laughter and it never fails to uplift my spirit. The transparency between us seems to ease all the one hundred thousand questions and doubts congesting in my mind. They can come out with the most hilarious joke that can make me turn 360. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went through our happiest moment at work together. From learning Mandarin to learning English. From breakies to tea times. From pai kut png to char mi hun ker. From laughter to tears. Oww.. They taught me one thing. Not to judge at someone based on their appearance, although I know that at that point of time but I wasn't entirely aware of the gist. Til today, I always remind myself about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I'm pretty, fussy, authorative, short tempered and cute.. I know yaw'll still love me a lot..hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Babies.. I can't wait to see you all again. Looking forward towards our plan!! I Love Yaw'll :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3591960074578274925?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3591960074578274925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3591960074578274925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3591960074578274925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3591960074578274925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/09/pdzs.html' title='PDZs&apos;'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1765001087379284263</id><published>2007-09-03T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:30:04.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rattling Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful morning as I was cruisin along the highway. The after rain effect gives a blurry vision of the surrounding hills and I realized how beautiful Malaysia is. It's Merdeka eve and I'm feeling nice altho the radio was playing some emo break-up song. Well well, I was singing it out loud like never before. I picked up the phone as I was reaching the turn to my destination and I felt I was snow gliding and immediately I stepped on the paddle to stop. Without much hesitation, I tried my very best to manoeuvre the wheels as pro as I can just like how we drive in the virtual world of car racing. Left and right I went, even managed to&gt;make a 360 degree turn and it stopped. Came down to see that my baby was badly damaged but glad that I don't feel an inch of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moral of the story: Do not sing overly emo when you are driving ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-1765001087379284263?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1765001087379284263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1765001087379284263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1765001087379284263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1765001087379284263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/09/rattling-experience.html' title='Rattling Experience'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-561049809714733528</id><published>2007-08-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:20:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EeDeeAss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Put on my eye masque before I went to bed but still woke up with tired eyes. As a matter of fact, I had difficulty in sleeping last night so this morning I have a tough time fighting against the devil in me. I drag myself up, wash, changed and drove to work. It’s another 2 hours to end the day at work but I’m already dozing off. Shitty! Must be the regular afternoon naps and I can’t go online here. Ooh that sucks! Goodness gracious, I’m such a whiner. Sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-561049809714733528?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/561049809714733528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=561049809714733528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/561049809714733528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/561049809714733528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/08/eedeeass.html' title='EeDeeAss'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-4672539567734586846</id><published>2007-08-10T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:43:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I have been quiet for sometime. To begin, the unemployment period seems nice. At first, it was weird but after a week I was getting used to it. I did sleep a little bit more on some days but gotta remind myself not to get easy and lazy. I have been visiting fashion boutiques regularly, pampering myself with facials and massage. Lunches, coffee with long evening talk, dinners and partying on Friday nites is almost ecstatic. What could I ask for more?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, officially blogging for 1 year. Happy Anniversary!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-4672539567734586846?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/4672539567734586846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=4672539567734586846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4672539567734586846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4672539567734586846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-7441886809952762305</id><published>2007-06-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:57:40.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a call from my father and he asked “Do you have anything valuable that you left in the house?” I asked “Why? They came in again?” My father said yes. Sigh.. They tried to break into my house a month ago but they failed because my aunt who’s living next door heard them. 2 months ago my other uncle who lived just behind the row of my house got break in too. Last 2 weeks, my laptop was stolen and that belongs to the company.^%#@* Only few days ago my friend’s house got break in and they were armed with parang. All this happen in the same neighbourhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was heading back home, I was chanting in my heart that nothing much will be at lost but if they managed to, I have to accept that it is our family karma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the things we noticed throughout our search: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every drawer was ransacked and I thanked that we asked the maid to rearrange and put our things and clothes back in order.&lt;br /&gt;- They switched my picture that I placed on my face mirror from right to left.&lt;br /&gt;- They took the safe box. Fortunately there were only coins that my father kept for his business purposes. RM500&lt;br /&gt;- My brother cash money, RM900. Poor boy must have worked so hard for his money.&lt;br /&gt;- They left a fake Polo cap in the living hall and my friend suggested sending it to CSI, HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;- Then they drew something using the joss stick ash on one of the Buddhist alter. My father said that the alter is the God that hold guard of the security and belongings of the house. My father believed that these actions are only known by people from the temple or they are able to perform trance. I’ve never heard about this before. Does this means they are seeking for permission or asking for forgiveness? Why did they do that? What they are doing is against any law in life and creating bad karma to their lives and for their next generation.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to calculate my total loss for the day. After I thoroughly went through all my drawers, to my surprised, they didn’t took my jewellery, mobile phone and my precious camera. All were still intact although my room was in a total mess. I thanked Gohonzon that all these were not taken away from me. It is not on the price value but more on the sentimental value. They were sincere gifts from my parents, my aunt, and friends. My precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-7441886809952762305?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/7441886809952762305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=7441886809952762305' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7441886809952762305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7441886809952762305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/06/juggling-june.html' title='Juggling June'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-6382607791296323632</id><published>2007-05-30T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:04.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/Rl0w1T1OfUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BoTpi7pMloo/s1600-h/SP_A0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070262447903767874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/Rl0w1T1OfUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BoTpi7pMloo/s320/SP_A0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I took a glance and It doesn't look appealing to me. My colleague was saying Ahh..so nice. So I decided to give it a try. Well, the fact it was quite impressive after all but I didn't buy it. Must be careful with my pocket :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-6382607791296323632?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/6382607791296323632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=6382607791296323632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6382607791296323632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/6382607791296323632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge A Book By It&apos;s Cover'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/Rl0w1T1OfUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BoTpi7pMloo/s72-c/SP_A0247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-2372862112521310498</id><published>2007-05-22T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:09:05.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So what happen to the Ol’ me? Revive Ping!! Lost it along somewhere during my journey. Nobody is responsible for our own actions except us. This is totally unacceptable. Dare to be bold and strong again! I will and I must. I vow for a comeback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-2372862112521310498?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/2372862112521310498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=2372862112521310498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2372862112521310498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2372862112521310498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/05/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-7101630898718321146</id><published>2007-05-16T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:24:08.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh I haven’t started anything yet for May. Too many thoughts been running on my mind and putting into words is no easy task for me. Maybe I’m not so sure of what I want to do or am I simply trying to be a perfect person. I don’t know. I wouldn't want to be a difficult person to people that I care about. It’s all too head jamming for me. So I decided to put it aside (not again, Ping) and go on by pampering my mind, body and soul. It was a fun 2 weeks I guess, money well spent to uplift my spiritual being.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-7101630898718321146?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/7101630898718321146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=7101630898718321146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7101630898718321146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/7101630898718321146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/05/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-8834056854699527227</id><published>2007-04-24T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:05.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legendary Langkawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/Ri61U-v6QiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XbgH5_eiQEk/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057178803629605410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/Ri61U-v6QiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XbgH5_eiQEk/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An archipelago of 104 islands, 99 when it’s high tide in the Andamans. Langkawi is beautiful in its own kind, full of myths and legends (we did not have enough time to find out why the sand is black), the rich flora and fauna (there were so many trees, so I guess there are a lot of habitations happening inside) and of course the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's common for tourist to rent a car and explore the island. Cruisin’ along the coastline with the airport runway on the other side, we off the headlight for a few secs and I stick my head out off the window. It was pitched dark and the stars scattered above the sky was enchanting. Although it is the rainy season I heard, we were lucky to receive rain only when we were just about to say goodbye to the island. In fact, the sky was blue and filled with puffy cotton clouds stretch along the way and the sun was sunny enough to give the right exposure for scenic pictures. The wind was strong enough to blow the money given to waiter at the bar. Thanks to the island’s tax free status, all you need to do is lay back at the beach with bottles of Coronas. It would be great if they play some Spanish music, oh so EXOTIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-8834056854699527227?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/8834056854699527227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=8834056854699527227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8834056854699527227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8834056854699527227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/legendary-langkawi.html' title='Legendary Langkawi'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/Ri61U-v6QiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XbgH5_eiQEk/s72-c/DSC00866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-8674777611676810633</id><published>2007-04-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:19:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fire in me was flaming hot, even my dad asked me “ Waa, why your face so black?” The evening went bad to worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was walking towards the mall, a couple approached me. Apparently they were from the mainland. First they asked whether I understand Mandarin and I said a little then they started going with their story where they were from and how did they got here and lost their friend. I tried not looking into their eyes as I was afraid being hypnotized. They wanted a favour from me and I said I’m late and I need to go. They said please can you borrow us money for a cab to KLCC. Whoaa.. I was so pissed and told them No! I have no money!! I walked away and continue my shopping at the mall. Later then when I was walking to pay my parking ticket, I noticed a Flash. Oh there was this old uncle holding his camera phone towards me and my gf. I was like don’t tell me you are taking our pictures. Maybe I was sensitive. After I paid the parking ticket, I walked to the vending machine where my gf was trying to quench her thirst. Yes the old uncle was still there. Hmmph yes, he was faking it by holding his camera phone. Dammit, I stood there and looked at him angrily. I told my gf to leave immediately. Oh!! What an evening…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-8674777611676810633?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/8674777611676810633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=8674777611676810633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8674777611676810633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8674777611676810633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-eve.html' title='Hot Eve'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3440718189606417898</id><published>2007-04-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:07:32.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus 9 and 1/2 Inch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My impulsiveness caused me 9 1/2 inch shorter or almost 10. Oh! I mean my hair :) Geared up for my weekend getaway. I'm close to happiness. Things to do : French manicure or Cherry coloured nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3440718189606417898?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3440718189606417898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3440718189606417898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3440718189606417898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3440718189606417898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/minus-9-and-12-inch.html' title='Minus 9 and 1/2 Inch'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-4053153304684682471</id><published>2007-04-16T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:20:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am bored with my hair. Been 4 months since I did something to it, so what’s next? I don’t dare to go bald or go afro. Err.. that leaves me not much choice either because with my heart shaped face I only can go with some certain hairstyles that compliments me as a whole. Women!! So fickle, I want to dye my hair, I want to highlight my hair, I want to perm my hair and look luscious like Cindy Crawford or Tyra Banks, I want to look like Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail or even Naomi Campbell short bob with fringe (the standard hairstyle for girls in primary school). So how la??? U tell me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-4053153304684682471?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/4053153304684682471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=4053153304684682471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4053153304684682471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/4053153304684682471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1881010750906372708</id><published>2007-04-06T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimchi Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RhXFSJ7JceI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5_uyZf-Gc0s/s1600-h/kimuchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050159472858198498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RhXFSJ7JceI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5_uyZf-Gc0s/s320/kimuchi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought after got my head spinning with Moët &amp;amp; Chandon will knock me off till the next day, instead woke up automatically at 8 and Yaa.. weird dream again. This time about a group of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;people who ate kimchis like vampires thirsting for blood. Haha, I have no idea who these people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;are in the dream. Hmm.. wonder what I'll dream of tonight..&lt;/span&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/32436264-1881010750906372708?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1881010750906372708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1881010750906372708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1881010750906372708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1881010750906372708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/kimchi-craze.html' title='Kimchi Craze'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RhXFSJ7JceI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5_uyZf-Gc0s/s72-c/kimuchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3954253326300502533</id><published>2007-04-05T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:05.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RhSuSZ7JcdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0o6dHF4P6pA/s1600-h/DSC001561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049852713409016274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RhSuSZ7JcdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0o6dHF4P6pA/s320/DSC001561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RhStUJ7JccI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dBzibAGfCIs/s1600-h/DSC001561.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard something beautiful today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and it touches me deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m pure and that’s the quality of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;what others see in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s beyond beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3954253326300502533?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3954253326300502533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3954253326300502533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3954253326300502533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3954253326300502533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/beyond-beauty.html' title='Beyond Beauty'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RhSuSZ7JcdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0o6dHF4P6pA/s72-c/DSC001561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3990198151356573591</id><published>2007-04-05T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:17:21.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I received an invitation from a friend that there’s a party going on tonight at 3am! This is madness! Hello Thursday night leh, gotta crawl up from my bed tomorrow morning for work. Well this bunch of people are scary because once they invite you for a party, it’s really serious freakin helluva party! I’m not sure whether I’m tagging along because it has been a few tiring night plus those weird dreams. What draws me there is we got a VIP room called Johnnie Walker room. Inside the room comes with karaoke set, lounge and a pool table. Quite cool ain’t it? And my friend came out with the best tagline “ I’m going to retire from the scene”, so here I am contemplating whether to believe that or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S : 12 bottles of Henessy awaiting for Us, Crazzie BOSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3990198151356573591?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3990198151356573591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3990198151356573591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3990198151356573591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3990198151356573591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/party-people.html' title='Party People'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-2844903253084219923</id><published>2007-04-05T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:16:28.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and Rosey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m not a programmer although what I went through college was 60% programming. Gosh! I didn’t know how I strive through that. Think my determination back then was stronger, I dunno actually..hehe.. Anyway, main point is I only know how to change the colour of my layout so nothing fancy. And I think it’s quite nice leh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-2844903253084219923?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/2844903253084219923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=2844903253084219923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2844903253084219923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/2844903253084219923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-and-rosey.html' title='Black and Rosey'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-3733267666349652493</id><published>2007-04-05T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:52:24.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching in March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March has been a long winding month but I think it’s the best so far for us. Best for me t0o, I felt that I worked wisely and chanted the most! Guess that’s why, everything seems to jive along. Not purrfect but nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-3733267666349652493?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/3733267666349652493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=3733267666349652493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3733267666349652493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/3733267666349652493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/marching-in-march.html' title='Marching in March'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-5124767492099853530</id><published>2007-04-05T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:46:28.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy Ping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately, I have many weird dreams. It’s a seasonal thing like spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There are times that I sleep like a baby till the sun shine on me and there are times that I have interlude dreams. Sometimes it’s SO weird that it bothers me a lot during the day time. And i don’t talk much and just being quiet. Don’t like to be feeling this way. I want to be fun, bubbly and witty as always. Ya ya ya, it’s just a dream. Wake up la Ah Ping!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-5124767492099853530?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/5124767492099853530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=5124767492099853530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5124767492099853530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/5124767492099853530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreamy-ping.html' title='Dreamy Ping'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1035143104029258093</id><published>2007-03-15T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A game of Scrabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RfjbZiGb_5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sUawJ0STxBU/s1600-h/SP_A0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042021014538289042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RfjbZiGb_5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sUawJ0STxBU/s320/SP_A0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been so lucky ever in Scrabble but this time is entirely different. Almost every of my turn, I have some words to play with. Normally 3-4 letter word but this time round I'm able to make words with more than 5 characters. The blast was the 7 letter word, never in my life I had all my 7 letter word all in the board. Waa ..so proud of myself. I might be looking back at this entry 10 years later and tell myself "Silly Girl" Oh well but that's the fun of it! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-1035143104029258093?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1035143104029258093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1035143104029258093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1035143104029258093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1035143104029258093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/03/game-of-scrabble.html' title='A game of Scrabble'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y5L3s76Bc7I/RfjbZiGb_5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sUawJ0STxBU/s72-c/SP_A0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-544979411786828406</id><published>2007-03-08T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:41:48.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long or Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese New Year is over, I’ve done a few things like settling some of my payments, collected my IC, check on travel information which I never get bored of but I’m bored that I still don’t have enough money to travel yet, learn some new things at work and YES cutting my fingernails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The idea of having long manicured fingernails seems sexy and feminine to me. I think my mum had indirectly influenced me in keeping my nails long and I’m blessed to have nice fingernails :P. Mom has a bag which looked more like a candy bag where she throws all her bright colored nail polish in it. My nails are quite easily chipped which is somewhat irritating when I’m washing my own hair. Strands of hair will normally get in between the chipped nails and it will cause the nails to tear off. That’s when I have to cut my nails shorter and it looks kiddy and funny to me. But the convenient thing about having short nails are many, it’s easier for you when you do typing on your keyboard, sending text messages without scratching the screen and also using your fore finger to circulate and massage the eye cream around the eye area. Well, that’s just how convenient it is for me when having short fingernails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-544979411786828406?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/544979411786828406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=544979411786828406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/544979411786828406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/544979411786828406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-or-short.html' title='Long or Short'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1031706403569396865</id><published>2007-02-24T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:00:51.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly Happy Ping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after I came back from work, I slept for almost 3 days. I’m still recovering from the flu and my lungs infection. Thanks to my papa who knows acupuncture, I felt better. After the whole process of needle poking, you macam have more energy in your body, it's something difficult to explain unless to feel it yourself. Although I'm phsically challenged, I somehow feel happy. Happy to see when my papa smile, happy to see Ah Chuan's smile.. I have to leave out my Leo brother because he has been sleeping the whole day. The simplest thing does make me happy. Is this what they called true happiness? I think so.. Simple and pure. Enjoy what there is to enjoy, suffer what there is to suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-1031706403569396865?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1031706403569396865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1031706403569396865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1031706403569396865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1031706403569396865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/02/sickly-happy-ping.html' title='Sickly Happy Ping'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-772571624114989429</id><published>2007-02-22T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:37:19.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m back at work after a CNY long break. Now I’m feeling feverish again, DAMN! I’ve been very vulnerable these few months and I do not know why. Arghh .. I hate feeling this way because I don’t like the idea of getting too many MC in such a short duration of time but at the same time my body just couldn’t take it. Popped in 1 Panadol, hopefully to make myself feel better but it’s only 10am and office hours ends at 6pm. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have been busy running around relatives house for luncheons and dinners. Basically everyday but that’s the fun of it. Talk loud and laugh loud. Dunno why but it makes us feel closer, heheh.. I've tried my best to taste every cookie available on the table. Within 3 days I’ve gained 1kg leh! The putting on weight is after me working non stop for 6 hours as a maid at my house’s open house. Didn’t get a chance to sit for even 5 minutes which causes my legs to sore the next day but again it’s all worthwhile. Worthwhile of the warmthness of having a big family around and not putting on 1kg within 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven’t really catch up with my buddies except for our karaoke session yesterday but I guess it didn’t turn out to be as fun. So expensive leh for 3 plates of fruits and some light bites and it costs us RM123! And the direction to the karaoke was really bad and makes all of us walked in a maze. Not recommended for 1st timer. I am still looking forward what’s going to happen another next few days so I decided to GO BACK HOME now and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-772571624114989429?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/772571624114989429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=772571624114989429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/772571624114989429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/772571624114989429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-fa-cai-2007.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai 2007'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-8166711018715687872</id><published>2007-02-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:36:56.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have too much in my mind that I didn’t know what to write about. For the past 1 month, I’ve been busy and not to mention lazy or maybe lack of inspiration. Been struggling to clear my debts and it was possible until I realized that I suppose to do my whole body checkup. That cost me a bomb with the treatments I’m receiving. But that’s alright, I still managed to put on a big smile. Our New Year resolution is to SMILE even though we are facing with adversities. Thanks for reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes New Year and Valentine’s Day, Chinese New Year is only 2 days away. Do I have the mood? Honestly not really yet although I’ve put some efforts in decorating my house. Chinese New Year is about gathering a lot of people, food and drinks, and also gambling. I guess by tomorrow, the festive mood in me will lighten up because CM’s house will officially opened for gambling from tomorrow night onwards. Can’t wait to listen to the sound of the fireworks… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But before that, I'm meeting up with a bunch of my ex colleagues tonight for karaoke session. Great company to hang out with, there's no camouflage but purely be yourself. They are not judgemental at all which I've learned from them that we have no right to determine that person is a ah beng or ah lian. Anyway, it's just pure fun with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-8166711018715687872?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/8166711018715687872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=8166711018715687872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8166711018715687872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8166711018715687872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-around-corner.html' title='CNY around the corner'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-1925218397424584086</id><published>2007-01-16T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:12:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a quiet dinner with my pa, i've begin to realize he cares and love us a lot. Started to spent more time with him not just by sitting at home and to let him know my presence but talking to him more, do things together with him and listening to his complaints. Listening to him is not an easy task but I've learnt to be patience and listen with an open heart, to be more receiving too, think and consider his words. I noticed a huge improvement in our father daughter relationship and I will continue to work towards a better relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a quote saying “If you want to change the environment, you yourself must change first”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-1925218397424584086?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/1925218397424584086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=1925218397424584086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1925218397424584086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/1925218397424584086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/01/dinner-with-pa.html' title='Dinner with Pa'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-8107489768324269660</id><published>2007-01-13T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:53:01.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Blackmail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've heard this from a member when I attended our district Gakkai discussion meet and I think it's a cool word to describe everything below. This is one thing I find interesting and if you do encounter this or heard about it, appreciate you do leave your comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emotional blackmail is relationship abuse motivated by a desire to hurt. An emotional blackmailer may claim good intentions, and a victim may perceive the abuse as normal.The use of emotions becomes harmful when they are used as threats to control or intimidate others. Emotional abuse includes excessive demands, punishment for normal behavior, discouraging expressions of attachment (love) or self-respect, and withholding affection or care. Emotionally charged threats and intimidation leaves their victims feeling helpless. Victims of emotional blackmail often give in, believing they have no other options. The damage caused by emotional abuse often manifests as dysfunctional relationship behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The justification for emotional blackmail is often dependence - the abuser may be afraid to lose something important that the victim provides. An abuser may:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Withhold essential information &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Contradict the victim's perspective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Disguise abuse as humor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Block the victim's goals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Install limiting beliefs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Trivialize thoughts and achievements &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Make threats to increase power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Forget promises, agreements or previous discussions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Invalidate the victim's reality and perceptions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Express anger to release tension and feel powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Displeasure can be expressed in ways without using emotional blackmail. When rules and expectations are clear, the need for manipulation is lessened. When the authority structure is clear and just, they develop trust in the decisions that are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to know the characteristic of a victim and an emotional blackmailer and also why is it necessary to stop emotional blackmailing -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/vt/rcwn/Pagefifteen.html"&gt;Emotional Blackmail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-8107489768324269660?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/8107489768324269660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=8107489768324269660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8107489768324269660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/8107489768324269660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotional-blackmail_13.html' title='Emotional Blackmail'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116848852797083249</id><published>2007-01-11T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:09:54.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been thinking of writing since it’s the New Year and I wanted to post up something significant to me. So yes I will be posting up something very interesting soon. So wait there for awhile and I’ll be back. Meanwhile I’ve just added my New Year resolution on top of the initial one, so go Ping go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn Zen Qi&lt;br /&gt;Be a good daughter&lt;br /&gt;Be a good sister&lt;br /&gt;Be a good financial advisor (this has been going on every year but still I’m not giving up, debts debts debts)&lt;br /&gt;Be a smart consumer (again, this has been going on every year but still I’m not giving up, save save save)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are yours??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116848852797083249?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116848852797083249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116848852797083249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116848852797083249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116848852797083249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116719016564364401</id><published>2006-12-27T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T14:19:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Diary 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always forget what I do for Christmas. SO this year, I’ll record it down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the 23rd,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pei Sze’s mini BBQ party, small but quality crowd. And we exchanged gifts like how we did when we were younger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/1600/791015/DSC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/320/711494/DSC00284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went for our karaoke session, we were craving for it since last week. They had fun more than I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/1600/694746/DSC00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/320/403685/DSC00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the 24th,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went dinner at Logen Haus. I think they served good food here but I would expect a little more on their ambience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we head up to Heritage Row to meet up with the rest. What else? Party ON… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/1600/10613/DSC00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/320/295822/DSC00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the 25th,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found my present under the Christmas Tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/1600/806973/DSC00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/320/9076/DSC00321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We share lasagna for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to a friend’s house for Christmas party. He said BBQ but turn out it’s buffet. Got food here la but lasagna was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They wanted to watch movie. I suggested Ben Stiller’s latest movie and they said ok. Jacs Syndrome – Night at the Cinema. Rog said there’s one showing at 12. Happily we convoyed there and to know that it’s going to be release only on the 28th. What a big joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we watched Barnyard.Favourite quote from the movie “ A strong man thinks for himself, A STRONGER MAN thinks for others”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116719016564364401?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116719016564364401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116719016564364401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116719016564364401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116719016564364401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-diary-06.html' title='Christmas Diary 06'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116718770263377834</id><published>2006-12-27T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:51:00.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa-nish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got an invitation from my dear childhood friend for a day in the spa and this is the place that I wanted to go since last year but what I longed from the spa menu was really fcuking expensive (more than 1k) so I dropped that. Anyway, this time is an offer and obviously I accepted since I’m the chosen one. Although this will be the standard entry, I’ll still take it to experience what life is all about after working your ass out for the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda for the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you are hungry, pick your food from the menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Else, change and dip yourself in the hot Jacuzzi pool.&lt;br /&gt;- Then, dip yourself into the 14c cold pool to close your pores. Kim says she can see my body all turn to red. Although it was only for that few sec inside the water but it's freakin cold and once you get out from it, I felt like an ice cracking due to the change of tempearature. This one is a must try! Shioking :)&lt;br /&gt;- After this head on to steam room or sauna but their steam room is under maintenance. Boo hoo, I always prefer steam room.&lt;br /&gt;- Moving on, get a hot shower with their lavender shower gel. Shampooed and conditioned my hair ( I put damm a lot of conditioner, hehe) My whole body smells so lavender…&lt;br /&gt;- Mmm..hungree, went to the lounge and cuddle myself nicely with the blanket covered around me and asked for my food menu. If you already ate when you first came in, then this is will be your 2nd round. Quite a lot to pick from entrée, soups, snacks, main course, desserts and beverages.&lt;br /&gt;- Then after makan you can sit back and smoke (free ciggies) or get a beer (limited 2 per person). For me, no smoking nor drinking, so I grabbed some mags available while watching the projected screen on the wall. You can choose plasma too.&lt;br /&gt;- After awhile you can arrange your treatment service with the attendants available and I chose Shiatsu instead of aromathereaphy. So there I go, my first Shiatsu. Waa lau eh, I almost died suffocating when they stepped on my back. I lift up my hands, a sign to inform the masseuse ENOUGH!! Beside that, the rest of it was good. I like the hot and cold pack, very relaxing. Told my dad about how they step on my back, he HAAA, GIRL OR GUY? Me: (U think I go hanky panky???) But the fact is my dad was worried that if a guy step on my back, it would be too heavy and he said better don’t do that because might break my spinal cord. So I think no more Shiatsu for me.&lt;br /&gt;- Now, back to the lounge and you know what you can do at the lounge ( food, ciggies &amp;amp; beverages)&lt;br /&gt;- I chose to do my mani and pedi but manicurist only have the slot to either one for me. So only French Mani for me. Pssst, they have male manicurist which I think it’s sexy but too bad only for the men. If you want other service you can go for facial or go dip in the jaccuzzi again.&lt;br /&gt;- After all that, LOUNGE AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine the number of times you can eat in a day. Really pushes you to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;- Finally, if you are tired and bored of the holistic pampering, CHANGE AND GO BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116718770263377834?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116718770263377834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116718770263377834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116718770263377834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116718770263377834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/12/spa-nish.html' title='Spa-nish'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116617035298803156</id><published>2006-12-15T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:12:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Piggie Piggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So sad that you need to undergo the pain from the stones, I thought of it all night to see what I can do to fight for your right, to prove that you are innocence. You did nothing wrong. My poor piggie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/3546/320/973264/DSC00147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116617035298803156?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116617035298803156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116617035298803156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116617035298803156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116617035298803156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/12/poor-piggie-piggie.html' title='Poor Piggie Piggie'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116598647926176757</id><published>2006-12-13T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:07:59.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosperity Ping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been pursuing something that I wasn’t able to see clearly for a long long time. Never imagine how unreal it is now. Never cross my mind that this would how the ending be. Many times at the last page of the story book, it would be ……………. And they lived happily ever after.  Who wouldn't want every chapter of their life to be happily ever after but reality always bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This certainly has drenched me out in many ways but today I’ve learned. I’m surprised to see how strong I am, I thought I would crumble but no I didn’t. I’m happy instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still have faith in you, The Gohonzon. Thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116598647926176757?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116598647926176757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116598647926176757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116598647926176757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116598647926176757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/12/prosperity-ping.html' title='Prosperity Ping'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116598532210862136</id><published>2006-12-13T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:48:42.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Referring to the blog I posted 4 months ago, I said I completed my task for the next 3 months. I know this is 1 month late but at least I can still remember (giving reason to myself). I took out my diary and searched for the list I’ve written down 4 months ago. Flipped, flipped, and yeap there it is! A not so long winding page which I categorize into segments of my life. Look quite focus and structured and so I go through it one by one and remembering how I exactly felt at that moment when I wrote it. Little did I noticed time has just pass me by and I’ve forgotten what I supposed to achieve while some I still keep it in my mind. I’m happy for those which I have achieved while for those which haven’t, I’ll compile it together with my New Year resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116598532210862136?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116598532210862136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116598532210862136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116598532210862136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116598532210862136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/12/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116556262672451858</id><published>2006-12-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:55:00.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen'ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was seated and was served with some herbal tea, I couldn't figure out what was it. Not lavender nor ginger. Anyway, I took a few sip while waiting for my masseuse to attend me. She then came with a pot of water with flowers, herbs and oil. I took off my heels and rested my feet while they carefully scrub my feet to remove the dirt sticking on my feet. eee..I feel a bit ticklish but I controlled myself, not to show the jakun face la. She then lifted up my feet and so I slipped into the Balinese like sandals they prepared for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was walking my private room, the whole ambience was really tranquil with candles,grey round stones, fake orchids resting around the hallway plus the lighting was extremely dim which sets you to a real romantic, sensual and relaxing mood. Definitely not like those massage centers I went before. I like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I entered the room, the bed was placed on the floor while the usual case is the stand up beds where you rest your face on the hollow. This room reminded me of Thailand. They do provide disposable G but I was lazy to change. Furthermore, I was already wearing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I lay there restlessly while waiting for my masseuse. The music playing at the background was really soft as I was trying hard to listen what they are playing. Can you imagine how quiet the place is? So she started with my left foot, I can feel her strength pressing on my toes. It was just alright, I don’t feel any bit of tickle like how I felt earlier. Moving on, she went to my legs, my thighs, my buttocks, my hands, shoulder and then I turned to the front so she can repeat the same thing. I won't spare the details of how the way she rubbed her hands and fingers against my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the right amount of oil and the momentum she was going, I was so relaxed and comfortable with her skills. I trusted her not to make me feel any pain or discomfort, basically I surrender myself to her. And I felt asleep for the first time of all the massage I went. She was really really good. When I opened my eyes, it was already towards the end of the session. She asked do I want a face and head massage and I nodded. So she didn't messed up my hair or my eyes because I still had my eyeliner on. Unlike those I went, they make me look more like a real panda (my dark circles was already bad). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damm! Kiki was good and so she was tipped for her good service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be back KiKi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116556262672451858?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116556262672451858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116556262672451858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116556262672451858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116556262672451858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/12/zenish.html' title='Zen&apos;ish'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116377592038166672</id><published>2006-11-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:05:20.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About The Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I decided to write about this and stopover at J's blog. Ironically, I had the same thought about "The Smile" too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;J quote "The hypothetical question is that why we are able to smile to the world at any time but its just so difficult to do that at home with the ones that meant the most?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Su Lee &amp; love was also having this conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we are, 3 ppl from 3 different continents (America, Europe, Asia)  sharing the same thoughts about "The Smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116377592038166672?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116377592038166672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116377592038166672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116377592038166672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116377592038166672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-smile.html' title='About The Smile'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116323002057912741</id><published>2006-11-11T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:27:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim-Jiusm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the alcohol level goes beyond your limit;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. You puke, puke, puke and puke.&lt;br /&gt;2. You talk like a smooth operator.&lt;br /&gt;3. Or you talk like a philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;4. The world is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;5. Suddenly your motto in life is honesty is the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your anger management is well handled and you smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;7. You get lots of number that you don’t even know the next morn’ you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;8. You go MIA. You’ll find Mr Lim sleeping in his car while his friends are frantically searching hi and lo for him.&lt;br /&gt;9. You look for a couch/chair/stool or whatever platform that you can sit and be quiet. That’s when we kinda appreciate Nonee’s presence.&lt;br /&gt;10. You throw one of your sandals outside the garden, and then the other, throw the Corona bottles and pull the garden spotlight off. Yes, Mr SG, we couldn’t find your sandals and we walked back with you barefooted. Thanks for telling me what a drunkard master is. Hats Off!!&lt;br /&gt;11. You snore extremely loud as if you lose control of the normal pattern of your breathing. It makes sense when my aunt tells me she lives in the zoo at night.&lt;br /&gt;12. You last very long, definitely more than you always perform. Don’t you all Agree ;)&lt;br /&gt;13. You sleep within seconds after the session. Sucks la!&lt;br /&gt;14. And you said I love you baby! There you go Sweetooth!&lt;br /&gt;15. Tongued a hot chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116323002057912741?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116323002057912741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116323002057912741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116323002057912741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116323002057912741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/11/lim-jiusm_11.html' title='Lim-Jiusm'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116322890266788665</id><published>2006-11-11T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:08:22.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottest Hunk Malaysia 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I reached there at 9pm, the show has just started. Damm, I was going in circle for about 20 minutes to look for a parking space and I don’t want to miss an inch of it. And so we decided to park beside a car and wanted to write a note and say sorry to block your way, please call me. But we couldn’t find any paper or pen. So Ms Tong found a pencil but we can’t see the tip of the lid. So she broke it into 2 and took out the lid. Then she tears of the KFC cheesy wedges paper storage we bought earlier for dinner. And I wrote like a 3 year old kid, and then she said she wanted to try. As she was writing, we heard someone unlock their car! Waa, just nice, throw away the pencil, the lid, the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is already 9.40pm. Quickly, we rushed to the venue and that place was really packed!! Luckily it was not his turn yet. So we watched a few contestants until he came out. He said he was practicing hard in the gym these few days, well I can see the muscles show off than the normal days. WOO, we gave our best cheers to him. He did his Kung Fu stunt which scores really well. Everyone was cheering out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the fashion show while waiting for the judges to produce the results. Ya, there were a few cute hunks J slurping. Finally the much awaited time for him, after months of training and photo shooting session, 30 of them stand on the stage waiting for the 12 names to be called. Each of them, one by one, the emcee made us called their number. Yaa Paat Hou (28)!!!!! Guess his heart must be pumping real fast. After calling out 8 names, 4 more names to go. I was like how come his number is not out yet. And then, his picture was projected on the screen. Yes!! No 28!! He GOT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Cheang Wei Hau&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/hottesthunk06-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/320/hottesthunk06-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/hottesthunk06-31.jpg"&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/32436264-116322890266788665?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116322890266788665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116322890266788665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116322890266788665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116322890266788665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/11/hottest-hunk-malaysia-2006.html' title='Hottest Hunk Malaysia 2006'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116322637780420994</id><published>2006-11-11T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:14:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s somewhat frustrating when I want to publish my blog so bad but the ever sucky not stable internet connection is not allowing me to do so. It is just beyond my control in this situation. Eee, I don’t like this. It’s already after 3pm and the internet connection is still not up yet. What time do I need to wait until?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pain near my tailbone due to the number of hours sitting in front of the laptop reading outdated emails, replying and forwarding some work emails and was on a quality call with Pat. The chat was invigorating but now my mood dampens a bit because I still cannot get my free pass for tonight much anticipating event. Thanks for being the last minute person Ah Ping! I’ve called a number of people to help me through this, thank you thank you. The rain and thunder outside makes me sleepy and my colleague is playing some Chinese instrumental song, woo that really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh finally, you called and you managed to get the free passes for me. YAY!! Muah muah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one thing is solved, now back to the retarded internet connection again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;[publishing this from home, 24hours after I actually wrote the above]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116322637780420994?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116322637780420994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116322637780420994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116322637780420994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116322637780420994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/11/retarded-connection.html' title='Retarded Connection'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116322621221999240</id><published>2006-11-11T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:12:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel gooood, da da da da da…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I’m in the mood to boogey woogey.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very early today compared to Mon, Tue, Wed, and Thurs. While I was driving to work, the radio was playing my kind of music for my kind of mood. Don’t care those driver next to me was noticing me grooving along the way to the rhythm but I do feel good. Came in the office, give a quick buzz to Ms Tong and she sounded as excited as my mood today when I said wanna go check out some HOT MEN tonight?? That clicked right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 HOT CINDERELLA CHICKS are out on their hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: But the dress code is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, erm how to look like Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Wrote this on a Friday morning at work, but due to retarded internet connection I need to publish this from home]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116322621221999240?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116322621221999240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116322621221999240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116322621221999240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116322621221999240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-gooood-da-da-da-da-da.html' title='I feel gooood, da da da da da…'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116145489677278594</id><published>2006-10-22T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:13:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Echoes, thunders, loads of &amp;amp;^$%#(@, the various sound effect. With my hands resting on the table while I'm typing this, I can feel the vibration on the table transmitted by the sound of the speaker sitting right beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be part of the crowd but my fingers are tired trying my best to manoeuvre the car with the keyboard. Yes, you need a lot of concentration in front of the screen. I hardly blinked my eyes, just to make sure I finish the race but I didn't finished for the past 5 games (3 laps for each game). Call it no talent or ya you can call me Loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am, totally alienated from all the people sitting in this room. And my eyes are tired and filled with tears. Not only that I didn't get sleep well last night, but I've been sleeping early for the past few nights so it’s like my body has been tuned to turn off at a particular time. Thank goodness, it’s a non smoking room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I spoil it all by saying “Hey, I'm kinda tired, are we ready to leave?” or just being Miss Accommodative and still give your best smile at the end of the day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@GenX cybercafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116145489677278594?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116145489677278594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116145489677278594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116145489677278594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116145489677278594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116131767686343001</id><published>2006-10-20T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:27:31.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestically Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't laugh but one of my ambitions is to be a florist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I not cut the stalk by an inch or just leave it? Err, but then it’s a bit too long to complement the rest of the stalks. How do I place the dry flowers? In between the flowers? Left? Right? Front or in the middle? Aiya! Simply la! Although I’m not a professional myself but I’m proud of my artwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/flower.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/320/flower.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116131767686343001?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116131767686343001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116131767686343001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116131767686343001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116131767686343001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/10/domestically-me.html' title='Domestically Me'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-116113801333264156</id><published>2006-10-18T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:57:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-Chak Chynna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks SC for your encouragement to make me write today. It was flattering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/Chynna%20067.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/200/Chynna%20067.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abubu! Ka-Chak Ka-Chak! Hehe.. that is one of the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. They pulled me and held my hand. Immediately I felt the warmness even though they were total stranger, even though we don’t understand each other lingual. They mimic was the only tool of communication between us. So that gave me a thought that the basic underlying communication between any living being is at least the passion, the emotion and feelings of full enthusiasm which will ultimately create the bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-116113801333264156?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/116113801333264156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=116113801333264156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116113801333264156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/116113801333264156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/10/ka-chak-chynna.html' title='Ka-Chak Chynna!'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115968101723535920</id><published>2006-10-01T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:43:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another char boh with her mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal that every girl out there has the same syndrome? Can we put the blame on the oestrogens level within us? We can produced the sweetest honey in the world and immediately on the second minute we can look like a sourplum or a bittergourd.&lt;br /&gt;And for tar poh with their mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;They are like rubberband where they can come and go without giving you any signs. Does that depends also on the level of testosterone in them which makes them behaves that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I think the difference between female and male is so intriguing and can never be changed but by compromising each other differences will definitely bring them to another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Next question, how much can a person compromise? No measurement can be taken in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115968101723535920?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115968101723535920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115968101723535920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115968101723535920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115968101723535920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/10/magnetism.html' title='Magnetism'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115588912251522762</id><published>2006-08-18T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:18:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorabilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/20000110.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/320/20000110.2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the books that I will pick up from the book shelves is this. Printed in the brown color paper, looked like recycled to me. I used to read it while mummy is working, I’ll paused my reading and looked at her how she wash and blow their hair, set the curlers, or spraying their hair with gold dust for those who wants to go for dinner. Hats off to her PR skills, she really can talk. Somehow I think I inherited it (hope in a good way). Guess this bring back some memories to some of you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. I sound boring today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115588912251522762?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115588912251522762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115588912251522762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115588912251522762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115588912251522762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/memorabilia_18.html' title='Memorabilia'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115580561392631974</id><published>2006-08-17T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:06:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of Broken Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/LPS1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/320/LPS1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can you mend a broken glass? The cracks are still visible although you try to patch it back, sometimes its worse that it will not return to its original state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115580561392631974?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115580561392631974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115580561392631974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115580561392631974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115580561392631974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/night-of-broken-glass.html' title='Night of Broken Glass'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115579189789839585</id><published>2006-08-17T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:17:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for taking such a long time to put this up. We had a great time last week at Yings'. We sat at the verandah with beers, ciggies, pizzas, tissues for the tears (I guess it was me only :) or did you all?? before I arrived) and of course some music to ease the moods. Don’t remember we had all these when we had slumber party last time. It was only us, the bed and sometimes the cassette player. I recalled me and J clad in our pajamas, carried our mini pillows and walked happily to Ying’s house. It wasn’t tiring to walk around at all but with the ability to drive now, walking to Ying’s house somehow became a distance. Back then, it was safe to walk around at night. No patrolling in the neighbourhood unlike now some had to pay monthly protection fee to the security company but still there are break in’s happening. We had only young boys in their BMXs, mountain bikes, racer bikes and the more advance motor “modified cars” , vroom,vroom!! patrolling the neigbourhood. They will slow down and try their luck to know us but most of the time to no avail. Mom said “Don’t talk to strangers”. That reminds me of the ever famous greeting kissing sound, err I just can’t do that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after sending off Ms T home, we came back to Ying's residence. 10dollar (you wanted to upgrade your currency denomination to dollar) laid on a wood platform outside the verandah. Brilliant! I slipped off my heels, tip toed on the damp grass and excitingly lay on my back staring up the dark sky. Not even 10 mins, Ying was rushing us to bunk into her room because she is too tired to lepak outside. Reluctantly me and 10 dollar said ok but with one condition 10dollar want to schmooke in her room. So she did, with the beers sleeping beside her. We had some photo session with our prominent dark circles too. So Kim shared a bed with Ying, me and 10 dollar. Well we talked and talked and talked to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss you all PSs’ and J!!! When can we have everyone gathered again?? 1st of May Before I forget, I told 10 dollar that I will put up her quote. “Sometimes we don’t get what we always want therefore we tend to treasure on things we don’t really want” So does it mean we settle for less??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115579189789839585?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115579189789839585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115579189789839585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115579189789839585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115579189789839585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/incomplete-slumber-party_17.html' title='Incomplete Slumber Party'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115571759188463844</id><published>2006-08-16T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:39:51.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Mika</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/psmika.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/320/psmika.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/psmika.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;   Indescribable Feeling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 Life is Precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115571759188463844?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115571759188463844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115571759188463844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115571759188463844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115571759188463844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/experiencing-mika_16.html' title='Experiencing Mika'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115528474537977607</id><published>2006-08-11T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:25:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since young, I had this thought of what if tomorrow never comes or I had only days to live? Answer is : I will want to gather my loved ones around me and spent every inch of the remaining time I had. On second thought, I’m not sure will I be in time to gather everyone that I wanted them to be with me when they are not within my reach of means. What stir up my thought for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I heard the loudest thunder yesterday midnight. It was extremely scary as it sounded more like a bomb and I felt the tremor. I woke up from my bed and pulled away the curtain. A half awake bewildered girl looking out the window, question and question thrashed into my blurry mind. Am I dreaming? Is there a bombing or is it another natural disaster striking the vulnerable earth again? Is it the Armageddon? Life flashes like an instant, will there be another tomorrow? Have I done to my utmost ability? Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I would like to share,&lt;br /&gt;SGI President Ikeda said “Please exert yourselves vigorously with the determination to live each day to the fullest, so that you may compose a golden diary of life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115528474537977607?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115528474537977607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115528474537977607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115528474537977607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115528474537977607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/thunder-only-happens-when-its-raining.html' title='Thunder Only Happens When It&apos;s Raining'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115514352533094436</id><published>2006-08-10T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:30:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forging My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/0486225720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/320/0486225720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've completed my task list for the next 3 months. Be prepared for the worst to come. Happiness is achieved through struggles and hardships in life. Don't give up and work tenaciously towards my mission. This is human revolution!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519) the great Italian Renaissance artist, writer and inventor wrote : "Bars of gold are refined in the fire", "No perfect talent without great sufferring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115514352533094436?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115514352533094436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115514352533094436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115514352533094436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115514352533094436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/forging-my-life.html' title='Forging My Life'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115510365898169553</id><published>2006-08-09T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:28:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shapes of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/miss-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/320/miss-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The spell took over me, I had never imagine something like this will land on me but the truth is, it happen. I knew the risk I got to endeavour. Nevertheless, I single mindedly hope, work and pray. Patience, consideration and compassion are some to describe. John Gray helped me whenever I needed assistance. Sleepless night but it’s worth a while. Sometimes I slipped, sometimes I tumbled but I stand up again and fight against it. Just like The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein, sometimes we rolls by too fast and we miss or a hit and run. But at times, we roll by slowly looking for that missing piece just to fit in perfectly into the circle with a wedge- shaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115510365898169553?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115510365898169553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115510365898169553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115510365898169553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115510365898169553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/shapes-of-life.html' title='Shapes of Life'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436264.post-115510321596501276</id><published>2006-08-09T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:00:15.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially A Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;have never thought of putting up a blog, it is one of the outrageous things I would do. I'll look silly of announcing myself to the world and so I was contemplating should I have my own blog or should I start to write a diary/journal like (H suggestion to keep it personal). K started right after our encounter and I find it ridiculous at that moment. Now, I respect every individual has their reason of why they would want to start a blog. Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason of my attempt to start my own blog is plainly that I wanted to capture my moments in life, how it affected me and vow to be a better person towards my family, my friends, my career and never to forget in Gakkai. So now here I am, creating my blog space.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436264-115510321596501276?l=ppchng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/feeds/115510321596501276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32436264&amp;postID=115510321596501276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115510321596501276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436264/posts/default/115510321596501276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ppchng.blogspot.com/2006/08/officially-blogger.html' title='Officially A Blogger'/><author><name>Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14000472793592063348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/3546/1600/432093616303_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
