<?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-18602836</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:14:33.202+08:00</updated><category term='Can we behave the way we used to in the past?'/><category term='Boo...'/><title type='text'>Just Me &amp; My Box</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-7622780258748295455</id><published>2007-10-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:17:18.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a "lashing" by a close friend of mine. Honestly speaking. I dont think I deserve it. I know the importance of faith. I know the importance of positvism. However, I ALSO know it pays to be PRACTICAL. I didnt call to whine and let you see me wallow up in self pity. I just called to seek help. That's all. What did I get? An outburst? I seriously feel I dont deserve it, especially at this point of time. As we grow older, it appears that we both do have different opinion and outlook towards life. Dont worry, I wont let myself wallow in self pity over this issue. I believe there's a fighter in me and I definitely will do something about it. If it really happen, I wont let this nonsense thing take away the objective and goals in my life. If I've accidentally insulted your faith, Im sorry. However, I seriously dont think it was fair for me either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-7622780258748295455?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/7622780258748295455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=7622780258748295455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/7622780258748295455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/7622780258748295455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-had-lashing-by-close-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-3461772072673500699</id><published>2007-10-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:08:58.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/422.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nothing is impossible. Some things are just less likely than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/422.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=422"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/422.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Jonathan_Winters/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jonathan Winters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha! It's been a long time since I've last blogged. Judging from the last date of entry, it should bave been about 2 months. Hey, I know I've been lazy or slow to update the blog, but well, I was really busy especially in October. I've been busy taking on various roles. Student, part-time tutor, part-time tour guide, part-time investor. Sadly, why am I not a part time lover as well. Alright, shall not be lame. So here are the updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For the month of Sept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant remember anything significant except for my grandmother's birthday. Had fun migling with my cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures for the birthday bash! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday bash @ Jumbo Seafood Restaurant @ Seangoon Gardens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyC8X_yrvjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nmuschb-DyY/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125303496394653234" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyC8X_yrvjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nmuschb-DyY/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+036.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece and nephew. God... she looks like a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"大肉包".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyC-6vyrvkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GtCMPu0OBqo/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125306292418362946" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyC-6vyrvkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GtCMPu0OBqo/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+075.JPG" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing bottles of beer and wine..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDBPPyrvlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SUEFTFjn-y8/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125308843628936786" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDBPPyrvlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SUEFTFjn-y8/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+053.JPG" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister together with my cousin, posing as 2 idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDCV_yrvmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9xs1ge4pBoo/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125310059104681570" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDCV_yrvmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9xs1ge4pBoo/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+125.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Tok Tong pretend not to know how to sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, he was the best singer for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDDn_yrvnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KA1nS9ZUhHc/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125311467853954674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDDn_yrvnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KA1nS9ZUhHc/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wants to be a mother soon..just look at her expression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDEk_yrvoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/buqZFHX_7xw/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125312515825974914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDEk_yrvoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/buqZFHX_7xw/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taiwanese cousin in law.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting cute.. by the way, she's only 1 year older than me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she's a mum of 2.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDGtfyrvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K5bgVn1vIU0/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125314860878118546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDGtfyrvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K5bgVn1vIU0/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other 2 cousins, Lidan and Lilian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDHqfyrvqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/28p-p6HEbx0/s1600-h/grandma%27s+celebration+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125315908850138786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDHqfyrvqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/28p-p6HEbx0/s320/grandma%27s+celebration+159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relatives.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDIs_yrvrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cXUBhhhUcXg/s1600-h/edited+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125317051311439538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyDIs_yrvrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cXUBhhhUcXg/s320/edited+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, not forgetting the star for the night, my grandma.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess for the updates for October, I'll leave it to another time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/18602836-3461772072673500699?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/3461772072673500699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=3461772072673500699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/3461772072673500699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/3461772072673500699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-is-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RyC8X_yrvjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nmuschb-DyY/s72-c/grandma%27s+celebration+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-4753650860468450173</id><published>2007-10-25T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:44:49.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;- Steve Jobs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example: Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now. This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades.&lt;br /&gt;Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story I got from somewhere... Really enjoy it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-4753650860468450173?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/4753650860468450173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=4753650860468450173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/4753650860468450173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/4753650860468450173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/10/stay-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-674454177554800555</id><published>2007-08-11T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:07:29.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Margaret Cho, weblog, 03-03-04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised I've really really been a lazy blogger. It's been a long time since I've decided to well, update my blog. Alright, dont worry, I wont bore you guys with those drama rama romance stories. You know, those types such as those from Titanic.. such as this scene.&lt;br /&gt;Jack, " You jump, I jump."&lt;br /&gt;Rose. "Oh.. Jack....."&lt;br /&gt;If im the lead, I guess I would'nt be so romantic..&lt;br /&gt;Me, "You jump..you jump..hurry, just jump for Christ sake.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. being really very lame here. Anyway, just a short update... I know it's been 2 months since I last updated the blog. Basically, Im a very "busy" man.. You know, I need alot of time to slack..sleep..eat.. &lt;strike&gt;watch my porn&lt;/strike&gt;..Kididng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to update you guys.. I've been busy travelling. Yes. I've been to Cambodia and Taiwan. Both trips are amazing. Really... Lots of scenic spots to see.. really friendly and warm people..and of course, I've made quite a few girls and guys fall for me.. hahahaha.. joking.. Just to sum it all I enjoyed both my trips overall. Here are some pictures to let you see.. Oh.. and not forgetting.. I've yet to say "hi" to my new Taiwan friend, Ms Tang Chien Ling. She's a really nice and sweet lady.. Unless you are as good looking as Tom Cruise (a.k.a Me) you can forget about wanting to know her.. haha.. just joking. Ok..Enough crap. I think Im drunk on water.. Enjoy the pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cambodia in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr15fv-9qVI/AAAAAAAAACc/ybLS4SPFPRQ/s1600-h/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097363939616729426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr15fv-9qVI/AAAAAAAAACc/ybLS4SPFPRQ/s320/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my meal for the first morning I spent in COSI. In case you guys do not know, the trip to Cambodia was mainly an introductory to help the kids there in the various orphanages, such as COSI. Anyway, the meal I had was considered a luxury.. the kids only had a salted egg with a bowl of rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr16lP-9qWI/AAAAAAAAACk/p8EE0PaqHU8/s1600-h/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097365133617637730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr16lP-9qWI/AAAAAAAAACk/p8EE0PaqHU8/s320/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chu pei happily teaching the children English in COSI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr17bP-9qXI/AAAAAAAAACs/zLMVDCnbzB8/s1600-h/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097366061330573682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr17bP-9qXI/AAAAAAAAACs/zLMVDCnbzB8/s320/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I was having fun playing with the kids after their lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr18W_-9qYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4ixljkZs06U/s1600-h/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097367087827757442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr18W_-9qYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4ixljkZs06U/s320/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are known as the Cambodian version of Backstreet Boys.. Now that reminds me.. Along the way, while we were walking out to a nearby village which was like few km away.. some idiotic girl asked this silly question, "Do you think the village sells Ice-cream?" And she's an undergrad. So much for being a global citizen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr1-Ev-9qZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MA5RLDVxzGg/s1600-h/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097368973318400402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr1-Ev-9qZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MA5RLDVxzGg/s320/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful sunset at Cosi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr69u_-9qaI/AAAAAAAAADE/ayTlKUFlSEI/s1600-h/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097720443377133986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr69u_-9qaI/AAAAAAAAADE/ayTlKUFlSEI/s320/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I ate that.. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Taiwan in July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7LZf-9qbI/AAAAAAAAADM/a3Vt1kebQes/s1600-h/P7220001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097735467172735410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7LZf-9qbI/AAAAAAAAADM/a3Vt1kebQes/s320/P7220001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the breakfast I had.. some egg roll.. Cant remember the name..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7OHf-9qcI/AAAAAAAAADU/p8V1TgYCsIE/s1600-h/P7240112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097738456469973442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7OHf-9qcI/AAAAAAAAADU/p8V1TgYCsIE/s320/P7240112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please welcome the 2 MIB (Men In Black) They are going to save the world from the evil monster.. the G monster.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7Paf-9qdI/AAAAAAAAADc/DOvk3S4_bzk/s1600-h/P7230038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097739882399115730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7Paf-9qdI/AAAAAAAAADc/DOvk3S4_bzk/s320/P7230038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backdrop of 我猜我猜我猜猜猜.. some variety show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7RVv-9qeI/AAAAAAAAADk/rjj1vJrQ_Ug/s1600-h/P7250204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097741999817992674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7RVv-9qeI/AAAAAAAAADk/rjj1vJrQ_Ug/s320/P7250204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the poster boy and poster girl for Evian Mineral Water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7VEv-9qfI/AAAAAAAAADs/ha1T9O8sRhs/s1600-h/P7270297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097746105806727666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7VEv-9qfI/AAAAAAAAADs/ha1T9O8sRhs/s320/P7270297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Advertisement*. 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Sweet and Juicy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy now and you'll be able to get another can for free.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7ZIv-9qgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SPXwpGxVHkM/s1600-h/P7280356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097750572572715522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7ZIv-9qgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SPXwpGxVHkM/s320/P7280356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muscle Man~!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7cKP-9qhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tWuqKQgB8FI/s1600-h/P7280362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097753896877402642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr7cKP-9qhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tWuqKQgB8FI/s320/P7280362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken at Toroko gorge..&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Enough of updates.. If want to see more photos.. Please click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62045833@N00/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/18602836-674454177554800555?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/674454177554800555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=674454177554800555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/674454177554800555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/674454177554800555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/08/maybe-i-wanted-to-hear-it-so-badly-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/Rr15fv-9qVI/AAAAAAAAACc/ybLS4SPFPRQ/s72-c/(2007)+CSL+Cambodia+Pictures+%40+21+June+2007+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-6194909644321771962</id><published>2007-06-14T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:06:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. And so i smell cobwebs. Woah. It's been a pretty long itme since Ive last enter an entry. Let me see, like 3 weeks? Anyway, been a whole lot busier after the exams. Hey, but I aint complaining. Im enjoying it. Let me update slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Seafood Feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had a seafood dinner with the Muggeteers to reward ourseleves for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDJeFAcWAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Bayr9HMbQ6s/s1600-h/P5280076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075778298623842306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDJeFAcWAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Bayr9HMbQ6s/s320/P5280076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hungry Ernest devouring a prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDKJlAcWBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DS1tuN5Psp0/s1600-h/P5280077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075779045948151826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDKJlAcWBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DS1tuN5Psp0/s320/P5280077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering where did one of the clams been too, well, it's on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDKmFAcWCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1_Qr-JiAMBM/s1600-h/P5280080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075779535574423586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDKmFAcWCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1_Qr-JiAMBM/s320/P5280080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the food........ Crabby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDLI1AcWDI/AAAAAAAAACE/OPzNjxihROA/s1600-h/P5280083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075780132574877746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDLI1AcWDI/AAAAAAAAACE/OPzNjxihROA/s320/P5280083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real tiger shark.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDLiVAcWEI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZSfaVsleSwM/s1600-h/P5280085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075780570661541954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDLiVAcWEI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZSfaVsleSwM/s320/P5280085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really do have alot alot of tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDL4lAcWFI/AAAAAAAAACU/98pNHD1JLNM/s1600-h/P5280084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075780952913631314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDL4lAcWFI/AAAAAAAAACU/98pNHD1JLNM/s320/P5280084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crabs are huge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;PC fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my crazy 4 days job at the PC fair, which really provided me alot of experience. Hahaha. Bet you guys didnt know that 1-2 hours before actual start of the fair, it's already a mini carnival. And mind you, if your really really want a good discount, go on the last day, at the very last hour. But be warned! stocks may not be available, however, stuffs that usually go on great sale would be those that people dont really want. For eg, 1gb of SD card was going for $10 around 9pm on the last day. 2gb card was going for $20. In addition, the items that are normally on sale would be items that are real buulky, such as speakers, printers and desktop. if you want discounted laptops, then i suggest you got to get it much earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-6194909644321771962?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/6194909644321771962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=6194909644321771962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6194909644321771962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6194909644321771962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/06/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RnDJeFAcWAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Bayr9HMbQ6s/s72-c/P5280076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-6656858410632589030</id><published>2007-05-25T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T02:48:52.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"You don't know a women till you've met her in in bed and in court!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Unknown Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent the lady back from work. Seriously and honestly speaking. Can someone please tell me how to win over a person who's 9 years older than you? Someone used to tell me this, "When it comes to relationship, there is no difference in the reaction of a 30 year old lady to that of a 16 year old teenager." But it doesnt seem so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just told me that she's pretty independent and she had just managed how to fix a fan. With that accomplishment, she casually commented that she might not need a Man in her life after all. That gave me an inspiration to type this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A few reasons why girls doesnt need a guy in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They definitely do not need a breadwinning husband. With education and capabilities, they are able to earn cash as fast as the way they emptied their nail polish bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) With cash and capital, they now have the power to kick any one ass. Dressed in power suit, in the office, they kick all the guys ass...maybe some balls too.. Hail Venus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The male still proves to be some usefullness, especially in the area of sexual pleasure. Till one fine day, some smart alec invented the Dildo. With that, Man is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) With cash and more cash, who would need to worry about having a husband who might just cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) There is an equation. An increase in the amount of cash will result in a proportionate increase in the amount of LV bags. $=LV. And since LV is the common enemy or nemesis of males, an increase in LV bags will inversely cause a proportionate decrease in males. Therefore, ↑ Cash = ↑ LV bags = ↓ Males&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If there is ever a need to change a lightbulb or repair a sink. Do you think you need a male in the house to do it? With cash and more cash, anything goes! Buy a new light, buy a new sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) With those cute cuddly teddy bears on sale, who needs a guy to serenade the girl to bed with his arms all over her. Besides, hrow in additional cash, the teddy bear might even be programmed to do a hip hop dance and either sing or rap for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Basically being single means, not having to cook for that big fat slob idling his time away watching soccer. or alternatively, do girls need a guy to cook for him? what's hawker centre, Mcdonalds and pizza hut for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If a woman ever need a baby, well, Angeline Joline has set the example. Now we can go international! After all, this is the age of globalisation. You can choose one from Timbatu to the one in the Himalayas Mountain. Alternatively, ladies can head to the sperm bank and have IVF. (But hey..that still require a male!) Or, well..clone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Well, being single means, you have all the bed to yourself. You do not need to have sleepless nights having to fight over that bolster or blanket. Yo do not need to endure the loud thundering snores from another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A few reasons why guys doesnt need a girl in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) No more constant agony of having to guess why she's angry with you for not getting that shoes or why she's upset with you for hanging with your buddies instead of being with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) You do not need to wonder why your wallet is burning a hole faster than you can fill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) You do not need to worry about having to be in court for the wrong reason or having that already thick Women's charter to become thicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) Food? well, with the age of globalisation, it has brought about standardisation too. Modern Males has now swear to a common standard diet - Burgers, fries, chips and beer. As for eating habits? Eat in fornt of the TV with ESPN channel tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5) As for sexual pleasure. Well, since a long time in history, guys has always been very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'independent'. I shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. No offence to any gender out there. Im just being very cranky and lame. Ok till then. But not before this joke I heard from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) If a girl were to choose between bags of LVs, boxes of Jimmy Choos shoes and a guy, who would she choose?&lt;br /&gt;A) The guy. Reason? She'll choose the guy and ask him to carry all those LVs and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl's fantasy - LV, Prada, Diamonds, Jimmy Choos&lt;br /&gt;A guy's fantasy - Girls, girls, girls&lt;br /&gt;See how faithful guys are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-6656858410632589030?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/6656858410632589030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=6656858410632589030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6656858410632589030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6656858410632589030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-dont-know-women-till-youve-met-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-6910821301035851416</id><published>2007-05-24T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:08:53.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" A woman knows she's wearing the right dress, when her man wants to take it off. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Unknown source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been a roller coaster ride for the past few &lt;strike&gt;days&lt;/strike&gt; months. From the horrible deadly monotonous preparation to the angry reaction of the sociology paper to the suprising difficulty of the IBM paper. Finally, after 2 months and 239587475784321 seconds, Im officially declared Im FREE!!!! Exams are finally over. But before i can officially relax, Ive to mail my MC to UOL, clean up the paper jungle in my study room, do lots of housework..etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in short I've alot of things I need to do.. Exercise, arranged my stuff, buy a new computer, set up my biz plan etc. &lt;br /&gt;ok. get a grip. First of all, the main thing i need to do is rest!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, anyway, after many months, i really start to realised that after so much hankering over the girl, hoping my affection will move her, I guess, i start to feel abit tired and all. I think im really trying to let go of it. Well, after the past 2 months and all, although she been constantly chatting with me, I somehow feel like im the only one who's constantly keep putting my effort in trying to start this relationship. I mean, after this hard and tedious 2 months, I really dont feel any appreciation and feelings being reciprocated to me. Although she may still tell me she appreciate me, I just feel it's rather one way. Nvm, I shall not dwell on all this anymore. I guess, i'll still try to keep my relationship with her as a rather platonic one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, til then, if you are free..and im free..give me a call.. we'll go out for coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-6910821301035851416?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/6910821301035851416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=6910821301035851416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6910821301035851416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6910821301035851416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/05/woman-knows-shes-wearing-right-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-1326070305493336909</id><published>2007-05-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:14:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/11/91/02/119102_8923459c864464voxevg18.JPG" width="300" height="350" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..can someone tell me.. Why there's only one guy appearing in the picture!!???? Please dont tell me I've a feminine face. And honestly speaking... WHY ISNT TOM CRUISE IN THE PIC??? It should be like 99.99999999% or something like that... instead what the hell is Marion Jones doing in there??? Like wtf.. 64%? and Enid Blyton.. Omg.. i might as well be The Next Hardy Boys.. Anyway, the guy looks cute.. damn, i sound gay once again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-1326070305493336909?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/1326070305493336909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=1326070305493336909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/1326070305493336909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/1326070305493336909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/05/now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-1905343535254894765</id><published>2007-05-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:18:53.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really &amp;quot;Satan&amp;quot; at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my card. If only i could burn my Statistic 1 paper.. I screw it up.. Really very disappointed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-1905343535254894765?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/1905343535254894765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=1905343535254894765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/1905343535254894765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/1905343535254894765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-devil-materiality.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-6693987164163846092</id><published>2007-05-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:30:01.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"The Average girl would rather have beauty than brains because she knows that the average man can see much better than he can think"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you need to clear your table when..... you start to see a lizard gleefully running amok on it... Im speechless. What a 'vibrant' ecosystem i've bred on my table. Well. It's a mini jungle out there. At least it's a lizard, so there wont be mosquitoes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-6693987164163846092?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/6693987164163846092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=6693987164163846092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6693987164163846092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6693987164163846092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/05/average-girl-would-rather-have-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-6428078495326441387</id><published>2007-04-23T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:07:04.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;" Marriage is a romance in which the hero dies in the first chapter "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- unknown source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierd week. I've been meeting lots and lots of wierd people this whole week. Wierd aunty who punctually eat her bag of fruits without ordering anything at McDonalds, a wierd aunty who came into McDonalds and gave me a survey form to fill and a wierd Indian guy who talks to himself in the lift at SIM. I met a few more but I just do not want to list them all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying now. But I decided to take a break. I know it sounds crazy especially since the exams are closing in. Well, I realised I havent been treating my health well and yesterday, it had it's revenge on me. After lunch, I was supposed to meet up with Ernest to study at SIM. (Yes, it's a sunday. Im a pathetic geek) However, half way while I was resting, I suddenly fell asleep on the chair. By the time I woke up, it was too late to meet him. Haha, realised Im really getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Mike has been calling me to discuss over a few topics. It appears that he's really has an interest in Sociology. Im happy for him but now is definitely not the time to discuss that subject with me. It only adds on to my stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai, Im still waiting to know who's the mysterious guy. Dont worry, I'll &lt;strike&gt;stalk&lt;/strike&gt; interrogate you together with the help of Shabbana after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone commented I look fit. hahaha, Im definitely not. Im fat. It's just the 'illusionary' effect of wearing a smaller and tighter shirt. And No... Im not a gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tiffany, I'll haunt you everyday after my exams.. Show you the miraculous wonders of Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didnt do that well for the exams unlike some people I know. ( They either pass all their subjects or scored 70 for almost all of their papers.) But still, Im relatively suprised by some of the papers I got back. Failed 2 pass 2. One of them even got an A.... Absent. Got to work harder. The &lt;strike&gt;Girl&lt;/strike&gt; friend said jokingly that she wants to marry a partner who has 2nd upper or 1st class qualification. I recommended her to marry my subject guides (textbooks).....seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a site which I think is really worth looking at. It's pretty funny and well, he has a sense of self depreciating humour. Check it out here. &lt;a href="http://www.sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so lucky this week...... I finally strike it......... My first Parking fine.... ..$30 fine for not displaying parking coupons. Dont know whether to laugh or cry. If only I had such luck with 4D. Till then, I'll be back after my exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-6428078495326441387?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/6428078495326441387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=6428078495326441387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6428078495326441387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6428078495326441387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/04/marriage-is-romance-in-which-hero-dies.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-8110538017501738822</id><published>2007-04-09T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:03:09.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"The best husband a women can ever get is an archaelogist, the older you gets, the more interested he is in you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Unknown Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Get me! Im an archaelogist! Ripped a list of crappy quotes from a site. I shall post then up slowly. Basically, nothing much has happen to me. It's all just work, work and more work. Im really lacking sleep. Im just hoping that one day I wont just suddenly collapse in the middle of the class and start sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently ive been attending the UOl lecturers. I must say that Im quite impressed with the UOL Sociology lecturers. They're really good. If I had them as my lecturers, I wouldnt be fretting over the subject now. Maybe that's one of the reasons why people opt to go overseas to further their education. Im not condeming our local lecturers. I've a few good local lecturers such as IBM. Im just saying that on a general basis, most have to do some improvement in their presentation of concepts during lecture. A good teacher is one who knows alot. An effective teacher is one who impart his knowledge effectively. Honestly speaking, I really prefer the later.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now time for me to get bitchy. Recently, I just heard from the girl. Apparently, her family friend, (who's also interested in her for like 8 years straight) is pretty sceptical towards me. Let's call him Mr J. Mr J for the past few months had been advising her not to hang out too much with me. He thinks that I've an ulterior motive in trying to be with her. This Mr J is pretty influential in the family as he's on very good term with her mum and also happen to be her brother's best friend. As for the girl, she tell me not to be bothered with him as she is currently not on very good term with the guy. Ok, by right, Im not really bothered about it but whenever I think about the times when I stood up for him during our conversation, I do get a little upset. I mean, I dont really know you well and I even stood up for you on a few occasions (which you obviously do not know). After all these acts, what do I get in return, just more criticisms from you. If you cant be more forgiving and is one who stoop so low, then you really spoil my image of you. You may be sincere enough to wait for 8 years but I guess you just ruin that image I had of you. Well, you've yet to see what I can do. It's just that I do not wish to be at your level. Anyway, at the same time, I just feel a little pity for you. Maybe whatever you are doing are just acts of jealousy and desperation. Maybe you feel unjust and insecure as you've waited for 8 years already and now you are losing out to someone who barely known her for a year. Right, to hell with you and your criticisms. i just cant be bothered with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. on the second thought, maybe this is my karma. Last time I used to be pretty cynical of people too. I was quick to judge them and all without knowing them. I even pass comments on them loudly. *(Suprisingly, Im still well and alive today. Hahaha, Khai, your theory about me getting killed has failed.) I guess, I better start changing and stop being mean. Ok, enough ok bitching, back to studies. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RhnUZKMv5QI/AAAAAAAAABc/VjC1PhpFAuM/s1600-h/pills+conoction.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051301985772365058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RhnUZKMv5QI/AAAAAAAAABc/VjC1PhpFAuM/s320/pills+conoction.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is meal people would have in the next century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RhnWraMv5RI/AAAAAAAAABk/CTTQN4LCaMk/s1600-h/DSCN2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051304498328233234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RhnWraMv5RI/AAAAAAAAABk/CTTQN4LCaMk/s320/DSCN2023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr McVampire. A photo taken 1-2 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-8110538017501738822?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/8110538017501738822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=8110538017501738822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/8110538017501738822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/8110538017501738822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-husband-women-can-ever-get-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RhnUZKMv5QI/AAAAAAAAABc/VjC1PhpFAuM/s72-c/pills+conoction.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-8649607494022688311</id><published>2007-03-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:19:52.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/37768.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If you live to be one hundred, you've got it made. Very few people die past that age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/37768.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=37768"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/37768.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/George_Burns/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Burns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt; (1896 - 1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orbituary &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgAFyg0-CwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QTLEKR9whzU/s1600-h/phone.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044040786992040738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgAIXw0-CyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JYyxsDf59vA/s320/phone.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the loving memory of SonyEricsson W700i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(15 Sept 2006 - 17 March 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It is supported by owner, Mr Tan Litong Jasper, age 22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nothing seems to be going right for me this month. I screwed up my mock, my health is deteriorating fast and now my handphone is gone. Well, this was what happened. Mr W700i was walking beside a swimming pool. Just then, he caught sight of a pretty lass called, MotoRazr V3XX . Trying to be a gentleman, Mr W700i decided to walk over and say "hi" to the lass. However, he failed to caught sight of the girl's boyfriend, Nokia N80. Thus, as he was about to say, "Hello Moto", an angry N80 kicked Mr W700i into the swimming pool. Unable to swim, W700i struggled hard. Within minutes, W700i's body was floating motionless on the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, enough of bullshit. Before I explain my story, updates first. I havent been studying properly after the mock. Been busy slacking and watching my dvds. Managed to catch "The Last King of Scotland", "The Black Dahlia" and "The Gridiron Gang". Well, I felt "The Black Dahlia" was alright only. Not really impressive. However, "The Last King Of Scotland" was really good. No wonder Forest Whitaker won the Best Actor for the Oscars this year. As for the Gridiron Gang, it was relatively ok. Well,it's your usual inspiration movie. Somehow or rather, I feel that the movie is trying to be a little like Adam Sandler's shows. Either family or inspiring theme. Anyway, what interest me is the credit roll. it showed a few clips of the actual coach. From the look of it, he's a really motivated coach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Besides, watching shows, I tried to catch up with a few of my friends. Yes. I finally met up with Ms Tiffany Ng. We had dinner at this place called "The Grapevine" at Upper Serangoon. Well, the serving is nothing to be proud of and the food is relatively alright only. As for Tiffany, She refused to let me take a picture of her. Dont understand why man, she used to be a cam whore. Eh girl. What happened to the Queen of Cam Whores. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgAOZg0-CzI/AAAAAAAAABA/72bGoYffGx4/s1600-h/P3140007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044047414126578482" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgAOZg0-CzI/AAAAAAAAABA/72bGoYffGx4/s320/P3140007.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff's meal, Baked chicken thigh stuffed with Shitake mushrooms, accompanied by mashpotatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044048268825070402" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgAPLQ0-C0I/AAAAAAAAABI/oQeq5VAzJBs/s320/P3140009.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My meal, Grilled Cod with lemon and herbs, accompanied with mashpotatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Back to the phone. It was like this. After attending an outing at NUS Sheare's Hall with the children from CSL, I went for a BBQ party with a seperate bunch of kids and a few friends. Upon arriving, I went up to find my friend to ask him where he parked his car. Before I could do anything, I was thrown into the pool by a group of friends. Along with my phone, my car keys and my digital camera, I was thrown into the pool. The result was pretty bad. My car key remote 'died'. My phone 'drowned'. Luckily my digital camera didnt die. I was really lucky to make the decision to buy a waterproof camera. If you want a camera which can offer quality and withstand hard knock, trust Olympus. Tried and tested. Anyway, for the next 1 hour, I was busy trying perform "CPR" on my phone and my car key remote. Without the remote, I cant open the door of the car without setting off the security alarm. Anyway, to cut it short, for the next 1 hour after I was dunked into the pool, I was like a crazy soaking wet clown, trying damn hard to open my car, drying my phone, car keys and camera. Although i had a fantastic time. It'll be better if not for the phone and car keys part. To everyone out there. Before you dunk a person into a pool or the sea. Be sure to empty out the person's pocket. Really.. If you dont, you'll really piss the person off in the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgATYw0-C1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c_DF04HKxas/s1600-h/P3170045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044052898799815506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgATYw0-C1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c_DF04HKxas/s320/P3170045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A group photo on that unforgettable saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As for the phone, i sent it for repair to SonyEricsson using the warranty. Do you know that for handphones, if your phone come in contact with water and if you use the warranty, your warranty will be void after that. That means, your warranty can only be used once if your phone malfunction due to exposure to liquid. Anyway, I officially received the death notice today from the care centre. The person said that my phone was beyond repair. He suggested that I should get a new phone. It's not cost efficient for me to repair it. Can you imagine, that phone is not even 1 year old!!!! Oh ya, I was wondering, cause I received a few suggestion by my friend. He said that by right if you are under warranty, if you phone spoils within the warranty period, and and if the company cannot repair, they'll replace you with a new phone. Is it true? Im not sure. Any of you have an answer to that? As for now, I can only mourn the lost of my phone.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-8649607494022688311?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/8649607494022688311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=8649607494022688311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/8649607494022688311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/8649607494022688311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-you-live-to-be-one-hundred-youve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RgAIXw0-CyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JYyxsDf59vA/s72-c/phone.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-6021006546354246348</id><published>2007-03-13T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:32:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29841.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29841.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29841"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29841.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Herm_Albright/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herm Albright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (1876 - 1944)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, I did post this quote before. Nvm, I got to admit Im just getting old. Anyway, what's hell? Is it when your wife give you a shit load of trouble when you are at home? Your mother-in-law quarreling with you? Basically, I guess I just been through a short period in hell. just imagine. While you are driving and suddenly you have a really bad stomachache. The worse part is, there is no toilet or shops in sight for the next 15 mins. So just imagine this feeling, your stomach is in pain and you really need to visit the toilet. Coupled with the fact that the feeling is similiar to the tipping point of an iceberg. Ok, I shall spare the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the mock exams were over. I didnt do very well. In fact, I admit i screwed up alot of my papers. Most in fact. However, Im not too upset with myself. I deserve this. But well, I still do feel that at least having the guts to sit for most papers beats those people who refused to even attend a single paper. Seriously, i know of a few friends who opt to skip the mock. The reason? they are very 'busy'. Anyway, all the best for their final, cause I can safely say that at least Ive tried. So with the mocks out and play time in for a week, I gave myself a few days of study break. Attended the IT fair with 2 fgroup of friends on 2 seperate days. One with SIM friends and the other secondary school friends. Basically, it was damn crowded. It was as if the whole world wants to be part of the action there. I spent a bomb there too. Got myself an olympus camera and an mp3 player for my friend. Yes, I also get to ogle at alot of hot models too. Alright, there was this incident where i was waiting with a friend. As i was talking to him., he suddenly turn to me and tell me excitedly. He said that there were 2 models looking in my direction and checking me out. Hahaha, Im flattered. See, Tiff and Khai.. Im the nextTom Cruise of Asia. wahaah..kidding. I also get to see the new PS3 in play. Oh my god. With a PS3, who says we guys need to have a girlfriend man..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RfZ7yJ28DlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w_ePJMiRumA/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041352934457871954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RfZ7yJ28DlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w_ePJMiRumA/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meal at the raman house after the IT show.&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Ernest, who's doing some crazy move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RfZ8a528DmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3xhqs1pGA4A/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041353634537541218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RfZ8a528DmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3xhqs1pGA4A/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im testing out the new camera, Olympus 720SW&lt;br /&gt;Got it at $499 with a few freebies. (1 add 1gb XD card, 1 fee spare batt and a screen protector.)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's shock proof and water proof of up to 3m.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my dinner. Herbal chicken soup meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-6021006546354246348?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/6021006546354246348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=6021006546354246348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6021006546354246348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/6021006546354246348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/03/positive-attitude-may-not-solve-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/RfZ7yJ28DlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w_ePJMiRumA/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-34339499483555402</id><published>2007-02-26T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T12:06:41.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can we behave the way we used to in the past?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2573.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2573.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2573"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2573.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/George_Washington/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(1732 - 1799)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I shouldnt be typing this in. Sometimes, you hope for something to appear but it didnt. I bet most of you had this kind of feeling before. You expected something but nothing materialised. Well, i received a message from her the other day. She asked whether she can drop by at my place to pass me something. Haha, i was happy, but the sad part is, I read the message like 2 hours later. So assuming that she had fallen asleep, I sent her a message to apologise. She did replied like another 2 hours later, when i was already asleep by then. However, that was the last of what I've heard from her. I mean, things shouldnt end up this way. Even if im trying to keep my distance and all, we are still friends. You can occasionally just drop a message to ask me how are you or whatsoever. In the past, it'll be like 2 ways of communication. Now, I appear to be the only one trying to be nice about the whole thing, greeting her once in a while. Like Ive said before, even if we dont end up as couple, we can always be good friends. You do not need to resort to this as in treating me like a stranger now. It's really disappointing. Maybe i still havent really let go of you yet or whatsoever. Well, I just feel it's a pity. Look at Tiffany. Although, I used to like her, we are still very good friends. We can like occasionally drop each other a message or call each other up to bitch with one another. Or well, call to scold that person or tell one another how Rain or Tom Cruise is like. You dont have to resort to this. Haha, even the tone of the message and way we used to talk to each other has changed. It has become so formal. Alright. Enough of this nonsense. If im not appreciated, then so be it. Other people will appreciate me. As usual, I'll stick to my principle. I'll not kill or cry myself over a girl. Well.. dont forget.. Im Tom Cruise of Asia. Now..Back to studies.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bumped into a few recruits while I was in the bus no.88. I guessed they just had been released from P.Tekong. It kind of make me realised that the past 2 and a half years, really pass by really fast. Well.. it wouldnt be long before i start to realise that Im already nearing the end of my SIM years too. With that, here's a picture from my NS years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/ReJa0NjaYUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK9sKnkMrnc/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/ReJa0NjaYUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK9sKnkMrnc/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035687186391523650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/ReJa0NjaYUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK9sKnkMrnc/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy and candid moment during my unit years.&lt;br /&gt;Workstation 3 with its crazy and funny section IC, 1SG Tommy Lim.&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy in the middle with the incredible hulk position.&lt;br /&gt;Spot me.. Im sitting on the M113..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/ReJa0NjaYUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK9sKnkMrnc/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-34339499483555402?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/34339499483555402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=34339499483555402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/34339499483555402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/34339499483555402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-courteous-to-all-but-intimate-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_icByhY3_av0/ReJa0NjaYUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rK9sKnkMrnc/s72-c/IMG_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-4784162653028447669</id><published>2007-02-22T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:12:52.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/30775.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/30775.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=30775"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/30775.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Jane_Austen/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (1775 - 1817), Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Testing.. ok.. trying out the new blog format. Well.. i still prefer the old blogger format. I guess I was one of those stubborn users who refused to move until blogger decided to "forcefully" shift me out to the new blogger format.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now let me break the news. It's all over between me and her. Anyway, in the first place, there was nothing to start with. We were not officially a couple or something. We're just friends. However, sometimes, love do the most irrational thing and when u try so hard to push it, it always seem to end up at the wrong side of the place. Well, we both agree that there's chemistry between us. Well.. no one is to be blame. So before anyone goes round accusing the other party of wrong doing, let me say it's actually on my part to let go of this feeling. It wasnt easy at first. Even up till now when im typing this, the feeling still lingers on. However,I must persevere to cut it off. The relationship is complicated in the first place round. So in the future, if u guys ever meet a successful "December-May" relationship aka Craddle snatcher, please do envy them. Im really sure they've been through alot to acheive that. Well you see, the main reason which let me to let go this relationship is the social pressure. Really.. in the past, I always thought i could handle. Most people or bystander would say when you are truly in love, you'll not let other factors affect you. However, let's be realistic. Somehow or somewhat, this form of pressure will somehow creep up and affect your perception and your confidence. People who really knows me never doubt my confidence. I always thought i can handle it. It's only when you been through it that realy test what you are made of. i guess this time round, I was definitely not fully mentally prepared. And no.. Im not infatuated. If I am, I would have let go a long time ago. If I am, I wouldnt plan so far ahead. Anyway, like what I've discussed with her, I think I'll take this opportunity to go on a "emotion holiday". But , I never shut the door totally. If ever one day I still find that i do like her, well, I guess i'll be much more mentally prepared this time round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Life really doesnt revolves round love and all that. There are far much more important things in life than that. So, let me drown in my sorrows for a few days. haha..and dont worry girls, it's a blessing in disguise to for you all, as now there's one more VERY eligible guy around. hahaha.. ok..kidding.. So for now. no more love topics.. it's getting me irritated from the start.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-4784162653028447669?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/4784162653028447669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=4784162653028447669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/4784162653028447669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/4784162653028447669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/02/friendship-is-certainly-finest-balm-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-117134253160272082</id><published>2007-02-13T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:55:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort." &lt;br /&gt;- Heron Albright (1876 - 1944) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after surviving on 3 hrs of sleep and having to experience my first mock exam in SIM, here I am, updating you all that Im still alive and well. Ok. except for the part where im now down with a fever. So, once again, I've to trouble Khai to help me take down the notes and questions. Thanks alot girl. I really appreciate it. Don't worry, I'll return you the favour by introducing some old mature man to you.. If I ever get the chance to know them. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be V day. Well, I'll keep it as a suprise for her. Hopefully it'll pull off well. Don't worry, nothing fanciful or costly. So to all couples out there, before you guys go out and be lovey dovey. Please, at least know how V day came about. &lt;br /&gt;I took it from a friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Valentine's Day originated from the ancient Roman fertility festival of Lupercalia, which was celebrated on 15th Feb. During this festival, young men would draw the names of women from a box, &amp; each pair of man &amp; woman would remain a couple until the next year's celebration. Often they would fall in love &amp; get married. In the 3rd century AD, Rome began to face a series of battles &amp; civil uprising. When many of the men refused to join the army, Emperor Claudius II thought that it was coz they did not want to leave their loved ones behind and thus ordered for the cancellation of all marriages &amp; engagements. 2 priests, Valentine &amp; Marius, disobeyed the decree &amp; continued to perform marriage ceremonies secretly. Valentine was caught on 14th Feb &amp; dragged to jail, where he was later beaten to death &amp; beheaded. Before his execution, Valentine himself fell in love with the jailer's daughter. In his final note to her, he signed off as "From your Valentine." "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I always do feel that V day is overrated. Things are expensive. It's just a day where everyone suddenly becomes lovey dovey and it gets too commercialised. Still, that doesn't mean that it's an excuse for guys not giving the girls a stalk of flower. If you really think it's too expensive, you can opt for the cheapest flower, chrysanthemum. They are always the cheapest this season.  Or better still, go to any overhead bridge, and pick up a few Bongivelas. Alright.. Joking only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat, I went with the Lady to watch Sally Yeh's concert. Well, I didn't regret having to pay the money. The show was a blast. Good old classics, be it mandarin or English. I even managed to spot a friend working part time as an usurer there. He was none other than shabbiness and khaki "Teddy bear" for sociology class. Anyway, I might be considering to go for the upcoming concert by The Platters. Classics galore! Ok.. It's for senior citizens only. Shit, Im getting old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was viewing through some pictures, i thought this picture was lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/1600/507516/Sentosa%20Outing%2018%20Nov%202006%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/320/687194/Sentosa%20Outing%2018%20Nov%202006%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee and Shao min in Sentosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-117134253160272082?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/117134253160272082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=117134253160272082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/117134253160272082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/117134253160272082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/02/positive-attitude-may-not-solve-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116909221055175225</id><published>2007-01-18T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:59:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person you're complaining about. &lt;br /&gt;- Lynn Johnston (1947 - ), For Better or For Worse"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a bitching mood. Bitchers beware! The king of all bitching is about to bitch. Hahaha.. ok.. suddenly dont feel like bitching anymore. Just as what Khai told me before, at the rate im going, I may be killed on the streets without even knowing why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i heard this from someone recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chinese girl went to a pub recently. As it was her 21st bithday, she decided to celebrate it at somewhere special and new. so she decided to celebrate her birthday with a few of her friends at that pub. Being a first timer at the pub and wanting not to lose face in front of her group of friends, she decided to wait and observe how people order their drinks. So she went to the counter to queue for her drinks. In front of her, there were 2 Caucasians. So here came the bartender and the bartender approached the first caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;The first caucasian said, " Jack Daniels."&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd caucasian went, " Johnny Walkers."&lt;br /&gt;And when the bartender finally approached the chinese girl,&lt;br /&gt;The chinese girl confidently answered............. " Lum May Choo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier Times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/1600/728850/Sunday%20Outing%2019%20Nov%202006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/320/203438/Sunday%20Outing%2019%20Nov%202006%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/1600/908458/Sunday%20Outing%2019%20Nov%202006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/320/861246/Sunday%20Outing%2019%20Nov%202006%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116909221055175225?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116909221055175225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116909221055175225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116909221055175225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116909221055175225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/01/complaining-is-good-for-you-as-long-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116909121941037883</id><published>2007-01-18T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:33:39.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet. " &lt;br /&gt;- James Oppenheim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent me this....... I thought I should share it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are retired, and Mrs. Fenton insists her husband go with&lt;br /&gt;her to Wal-Mart. He gets so bored with all the shopping trips. He prefers to &lt;br /&gt;get in and get out, but Mrs. Fenton loves to browse. One day Mrs. Fenton&lt;br /&gt;gets this letter from Wal-Mart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Fenton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in&lt;br /&gt;our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may ban both of you from our&lt;br /&gt;stores. We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance&lt;br /&gt;equipment. All complaints against Mr. Fenton are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Mr. Bill Fenton has done while his spouse was shopping in Wal-Mart: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts&lt;br /&gt;when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;# July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at 5-minute&lt;br /&gt;intervals.&lt;br /&gt;# July 7: Made! a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the ladies &lt;br /&gt;rest rooms.&lt;br /&gt;# July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code&lt;br /&gt;3' in house wares..... and watched what happened.&lt;br /&gt;# August 4: Went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&amp;M's on &lt;br /&gt;layaway.&lt;br /&gt;# September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;# September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other&lt;br /&gt;shoppers he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding &lt;br /&gt;department.&lt;br /&gt;# September 23: When a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to cry and&lt;br /&gt;asks, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;# October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, and &lt;br /&gt;picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;# November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, asked the&lt;br /&gt;clerk if he knows where the antidepressants are.&lt;br /&gt;# December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously loudly humming the&lt;br /&gt;"Mission Impossible" theme.&lt;br /&gt;# December 6: In the auto department, practiced his "Madonna look" using&lt;br /&gt;different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;# December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through, yelled &lt;br /&gt;"PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;# December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumes&lt;br /&gt;the fetal position and screams "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least... &lt;br /&gt;# December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then&lt;br /&gt;yelled very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.. I've realised I've been a really lazy blogger. Haha, you cant blame me! I've been really busy with other committments (Alright you guys can guess who is it..).Anyway, I've been starting to think am I keeping this blog alive just because I want it to be alive or am I keeping it alive due to passion. Well, I think i shouldnt spend much time on this topic. I believe this issue will sort it out by itself. Right.. So the lady told me.." I need to be rational and list out all our differences. Besides, I need to really go through the differences and see if Im willing to handle these issues. " Come to think of it, It's pretty darn true. I mean I know her for barely less thatn half a year and somehow, I speed things up abit too fast to the point where we've known each other for 5 years. Will the passion sizzle out as fast as it had began or will it continue to flash in the love pan? Well, I hope the flame will consume the pan. So last night, after numerous discussion, she finally convinced me that we needed more time. Preferbably 3-5 years. Or at least, after my studies if my courtship were to begin. She sees this as a test of time and use this period to judge me for my character. Haha, she also hoped to see how Im going to put whatever I promised her into actions. So basically, I think the best option for me now is to be more focus in both studies and other area of committment. I got to think rationally and not let my emotions blind me. Ok..Im starting to feel this is getitng abit like some soapy Korean drama. But well, a little adivce to many guys out there who fantasized about having a relationship with older ladies, or also known as May-December relationship (also known as Cradle Snatcher/robber). If you're think of having it just for the sake of your sick fantasy, I think you'll be better off in other places such as Batam or Thailand, where you can find instant physical gratification. This kind of relationship really requires you to have that mantle, stamina and most of all your committment. Come to think of it. It's really an irony in society, esp Asian society. When an older man marry a young girl who is 20 years younger than him, society appluads. However, when an older woman marry a younger guy 10 years younger than her, society fawn. Who are we to judge this relationship. We're not God. The feelings are mutual and we're just human beings too. Being a traditional society doesnt mean all traditional views should be retained. Certain views are obsolete and make it in pace with the growing time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. Speaking about happiness,Im fuming mad over some idiot in my family. Apparently my dvds has been going missing, and I suspect someone has been stealing it from me. It's no even borrowed! When I confronted that person, he or she will just pretend nothing has happen and feign ignorance. The worse part is.. He'll turn around and accuse me of accusing him. Before anyone can say I may have misplaced the disc. Im blardy sure I know where it is cause im very particular about my dvds. Dont forget, im a movie fan. So i know the order in which i keep my dvds. On top of this, this show hasnt been release in Singapore. That's why I know it. i suspect someone but I cant accuse him, due to lack of evidence. Seriously..  I think I may have to resort to bolts and keys to lock my drawer. Better still, survillance camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116909121941037883?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116909121941037883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116909121941037883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116909121941037883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116909121941037883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2007/01/foolish-man-seeks-happiness-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116723709925982023</id><published>2006-12-28T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:42:38.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure." &lt;br /&gt;- Alice Hoffman, 'Here on Earth' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Raindrops keep falling on my head.. yea yea whatever. So it has been raining cats and dogs for the past 2 weeks. Floods, mini landslides and all. But well, looking on the bright side, we're at least much better than our neighbouring countries. So basically, it has been a rainy wet Christmas season. Like the above quotation, weather and love are the 2 elements which one can never be sure. Blardy true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So here's the update of my life. There was this SIM bash at MOS on last thurs night. I went with a couple of NS friends. Well, it was a kind of mini catching up. Basically, we had a beer tower at Brewerks before heading to the club. Met a few of my lecture mates in the club, Khai, Berthia, Shab and Ernest. Besides, i also had an unpleasant encounter with transverstites and a "lady" who winked at me.. Well..dont want to talk about it. Overall, I had fun, especially at the the retro area which is on the 2nd floor. Managed to ask a girl to dance ( a pity she was a little young)with me. Didnt get her name though. Well, i guessed Ive improved in my dancing. I remembered the first time dance, people thought I had fits or some spasm in my legs. Besides, I had fun watching my friend, Bill pretending to be a Bulgarian.. And I didnt know that Khai could dance soo well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I know.. the most interesting topic currently would be about the mysterious girl. Well, let's just say that things are really going fine between us. Some of you might already know the level of bonding i and her share. Still, I really do feel being in love is a torture. Contradicting eh?  well, it's like you really do enjoy every moment you have with her. But it can really be a pain in the ass when you start to behave in a way which you normally dont. The feeling can really be quite torturing. Ok.anyway, I did something special for her for Christmas and she really enjoyed it. At least i've scored a point in her heart I guessed. Well, I got an Esprite watch in return for Xmas too.. from her.. haha.. right.. enough about her. I shall move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My main focus today will be about my plans for the future. I guess ive to stop idling my time away. I just realised that December is coming to an end and it basically means that Ive half a year more to my exams. I think i better cut down abit of my activites in the children's home and spend more time bucking up. I really do want to get my 2nd upper.. That's what the gal got when she was studying. Oh..and talking about studies, I still owe my beloved Nageb his 2nd essay assignment. I heard from Ernest that we can email him the assignment by friday. Well. I really do not k,now if I should, in case he suddenly call me out in class. By then, I'll be known as the greatest Ang Gong Kia on earth. But heck, i guess i'll just submit. Besides my studies, I think I've to work harder in getitng more students for my tuition class. More students means more income. Ok..that explains it. Im quite alright with the current 3 students., but i feel i can handle more. Well. Besides, i got to read up more on investments. The market seems bullish and Ive limited capital. Got to make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Right, im still thinking about the topic of love. I was just remembering about what she've told me before. A girl is still a girl. Be it she's 20,30 or 40. Her expectations may change overtime but deep in her heart, she'll just be the same girl like any other girls out there, waiting to be loved and care for by the special one. Well, that was her advice to me. Right.. it seems encouraging.. ok..that's all.Till then. &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas and a happy new year.. And say hello to Khai! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116723709925982023?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116723709925982023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116723709925982023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116723709925982023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116723709925982023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-all-is-said-and-done-weather-and_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116602214886555173</id><published>2006-12-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:31:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man should not leave this earth with unfinished business. He should live each day as if it was a pre-flight check. He should ask each morning, am I prepared to lift-off?" &lt;br /&gt;- Diana Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, All is Vanity, 1991 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I realised that almost every entry I made, most of it sound so gloomy and serious. This entry however, will still be in the same gloomy mood. Recently, there's a heart breaking news of a father who swam out to save his drowning son. Sadly, he got drowned while his son was saved. This piece of news may hold little importance to most of us. Many would just look at it, comment how sad it was and then resumed back to their daily routines. Anyway, that piece of news hit me real hard that day. The reason? I was there swimming at the same time, same place where the accident happened. Although I didn't witnessed the whole thing,the accident took placed like about 1km away from where I swam. So well, the whole thing seem so surreal to me. Even up till now, my heart goes out to the victim and his family. I mean, it could happened to anyone of us. It's like a "so near yet so far" kind of thing. Anyway, the pics for the recent outings I had with the kids are out. Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Christmas Concert @ CSL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations before the big thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/1600/862903/CSL%20Christmas%20Party%202006%20on%206%20Dec%202006%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/320/146453/CSL%20Christmas%20Party%202006%20on%206%20Dec%202006%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the show begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/1600/926940/CSL%20Christmas%20Party%202006%20on%206%20Dec%202006%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/320/739907/CSL%20Christmas%20Party%202006%20on%206%20Dec%202006%20082.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fav daughter !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/1600/926081/CSL%20Christmas%20Party%202006%20on%206%20Dec%202006%20098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6178/83/320/981335/CSL%20Christmas%20Party%202006%20on%206%20Dec%202006%20098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116602214886555173?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116602214886555173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116602214886555173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116602214886555173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116602214886555173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/12/man-should-not-leave-this-earth-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116419579350746600</id><published>2006-11-22T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:43:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command."&lt;br /&gt;- Alan Watts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) How do you know that you like someone? &lt;br /&gt;A) It's when you keep thinking about that person constantly.. when you are eating, before bed.. or maybe even in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q) So what will you do about it?&lt;br /&gt;A) You'll either be really shy to approach her with your feelings and just admire her from the distance or you'll just be the gutsy guy and proudly proclaim your love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) What will you do to attract her attention?&lt;br /&gt;A) Be a complete fool or do the nicest thing to win her over. OR maybe even, be the baddie so she'll hate you.. at least it gets her attention in a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Do you think you'll be able to win her/him over?&lt;br /&gt;A) Most of us dont know this answer.. let alone me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of love. It sucks. It feels like you are being caged, being tortured.. somewhat voluntarily. I hate you cupid.. why dont you shoot yourself in the butt with your own arrows. Im really just hoping it's just a fleeting infatuation. I really want my life to carry on as normal. Suddenly everything seems to be coming to a stop just for her. Right.. I better stop this mindless rattling.. This entry is starting to sound like an average teeny bopper's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116419579350746600?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116419579350746600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116419579350746600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116419579350746600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116419579350746600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-pretend-to-love-which-you-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116323345478620695</id><published>2006-11-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:24:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Make money your god and it will plague you like the devil. "&lt;br /&gt;- Henry Fielding (1707 - 1754)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. Im having some familiy dispute now.. Judging from it.. I firmly believe that family and business shouldnt mix. Really.. the lust for money can really tear long build relationships apart or even blood ties..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116323345478620695?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116323345478620695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116323345478620695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116323345478620695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116323345478620695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/11/make-money-your-god-and-it-will-plague.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116323059721928501</id><published>2006-11-11T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:24:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." &lt;br /&gt;- Carl Jung (1875 - 1961) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air..whatever. I will not devulge much. I met someone recently. She's someone whom I've just got to know. We move quickly from accquaintance to being riends. Our friendship is progressing quite fast I believe. I love the way things are as now. Ok.. I dont rule out the possibility of me getting together with her. However, I feel that option is highly unlikely, especially near future. The reason.. I feel that she may treat me like a little brother and for me.. I may misinterprete her current actions and mistook it for love. If not.. I think this might just be another infactuation...Omg.. I feel damn desperate.. Maybe Im feeling lonely these days and all. Haha. But well.. Like Ive said before. For this upcoming relationship.. Im really looking at marriage.. In the past.. I used to think that settling down early is a bad option.but now..i really feel like having a stable family life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I'll divulge a little abt this person. Basically.. She's 26 I believe. Yes i know..she's older than me by 5 years. And trust me she also look much older than me. Right.. I got to work hard.. God.. Pls Let me grow up fast.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116323059721928501?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116323059721928501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116323059721928501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116323059721928501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116323059721928501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/11/meeting-of-two-personalities-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116281966324314866</id><published>2006-11-06T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:30:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep." &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Joan Klempner&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling damn cranky now. I only slept 3 hrs the previous night.. and Ive an essay to hand in tomorrow.. The time now is 9.30pm. So WHAT THE HELL am i doing here blogging.. To top it off.. I just feel like getting married right now...I also dont know.. Right..Got to start cranking my brain.. Damn the stupid tagboard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116281966324314866?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116281966324314866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116281966324314866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116281966324314866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116281966324314866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-achieve-impossible-dream-try-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116145388311714401</id><published>2006-10-22T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:04:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome." &lt;br /&gt;- Isaac Asimov (1920 - 1992) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The above quotation is so damn true. Everyone wished that their death is either peaceful or a swift one. But the fact is... Most of us will have to suffer for a while before we finally meet our maker. I know it's painful but it's part of our life journey. And to those who are close to you, watching u moving on slowly, it's even more painful for them. They've to cope with the loss and all. So take it as a learning journey... A lesson on how to let go your love ones. Im experiencing that right now. &lt;em&gt;"Living is a burden. To die is selfishness."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone dead today at the hospital. It was very surreal. TO top it off, I also witnessed my cousin who suddenly broke down in front of my grandma. It was really a saddening scene. Imagine.. Having to leave and knowing you will never have the chance to see that person again.. Imagine the pain and torture he must had felt when he is about to return to the States... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring and trying week.. and im learning slowly how to let go that person - my grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116145388311714401?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116145388311714401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116145388311714401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116145388311714401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116145388311714401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-pleasant.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116117862504417279</id><published>2006-10-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:37:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" There is no other way of guarding oneself against flattery than by letting men understand that they will not offend you by speaking the truth; but when everyone can tell you the truth, you lose their respect. "&lt;br /&gt;- Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well well..Niccolo Machiavelli.. someone I got to read up on.. Karl MArx..Max Weber..Sociology is starting to kill me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, Grandma is back in hospital again.. My hair changed colour overnight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116117862504417279?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116117862504417279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116117862504417279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116117862504417279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116117862504417279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-is-no-other-way-of-guarding.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-116081379695783609</id><published>2006-10-14T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T16:16:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For certain is death for the born&lt;br /&gt;And certain is birth for the dead;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore over the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Thou shouldst not grieve. &lt;br /&gt;- Bhagavad Gita (250 BC - 250 AD), Chapter 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Just realised I havent been blogging for a long time.Im really a pretty lazy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things has happened to me recently. Well, dont worry, Im not on the verge of collapse or anything such as overstressed or what. In fact, Im counting my blessings and just taking things at it is. So the more major event that has happened in my life recently, would be the admission of my grandma to the hospital. This is no ordinary visit as it was kind of life and death situation. Well..the verdict is out though. The doctor has confirmed that my grandma's lungs were damaged and it had shrank. Yes. She doesnt has much time left. That's why alot of relatives have been visiting her in the hospital. Well, although she has just been discharged, her health still doesnt look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this episode really shows me the individual relatives that i know. It kind of make me wonder sometime where they place their prirorities at. Kinship or Material success? Well, I dont want to elaborate. Ha..I got into an argument with my elder brother last night. Made me realised why I hate him so much. It's not a nice feeling to bear a grudge against someone especially your own family people. But it has been years and for a moment I thought i actually forgive him. Well, it didnt. Recent events and actions he took made me re-inforced the grudge against him. I dont expect to listen to people's advice or anything about this matter cause they are not the one going through it. Maybe they've been through it before but I still feel that whatever he did to me during my childhood years, it's being re-enacted again now.. Yes.. Since he wants to draw the line, I think I should to draw the line too. Im not one who is easily capable to nurse the grudge or exact vengence. But if you do cross the line with my patience, I'l make sure you get back double in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, enough of him. Anyway, there's stil some things i can call for as a happy event. My laptop is finally here. Fujitsu LifeBook S7110! yea! In fact, Im using it to type this entry.. hahaha Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-116081379695783609?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/116081379695783609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=116081379695783609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116081379695783609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/116081379695783609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-certain-is-death-for-born-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115867469687380141</id><published>2006-09-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:47:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort." &lt;br /&gt;- Herm Albright (1876 - 1944) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week just passed, and here I am, being as blur as I can be, Could'nt even remembered what did I do for the past one week. I guess I was on some "auto-pilot" mode, just like Adamn Sandler in the show, "Click". Damn, talking about "Click", I really envy Adam Sandler in that show. Kate Beckinsale. Hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's not the point for today. The point for today's entry is about how I spent my weekend. So well, it seems like Im having a jam-packed schedule. First, I had to celebrate Winston's farewell dinner at Cineleisure on Sat. Pretty disappointed witht he turnout, but well, it was relatively alright. Next, I had a full day of volunteering at Chen Su Lan's Methodist children's home (CSL). Well, I must admit, it was a really interesting day. After accompanying the kids to Jurong swimming pool, we also accompanied some of the staff there to go down to toy-s-rus to buy them a few toys. Anyway, overall, it was really a fufilling trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I think I've pissed off a friend of mine. But hey, I mean, up till now, I dont think its my fault. I really feel that he is being too petty and whiny over certain issues. So there once, when he was whining to me, I just told him off, cause he was starting to irritate me. But well, I didnt expect him to be so petty and kind of close all contacts with me. Haha, well.. honestly speaking, I really dont feel its my loss and all. Anyway, Im going to end here, as for the photos, i'll upload it some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115867469687380141?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115867469687380141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115867469687380141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115867469687380141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115867469687380141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/09/positive-attitude-may-not-solve-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115798137153039185</id><published>2006-09-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:29:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends. &lt;br /&gt;- John Churton Collins &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the month where people who are going overseas to study, esp England are finally making their move to fly over there. I'll be having 3 friends who'll be flying over. First  is Jason, who just flew over yesterday. Next it'll be Winston, my NS buddy who'll be flying in 2 weeks time to study in LSE on Home Affairs scholarship. Finally, it'll be Aloysius, another friend whom i know since Pri 1 (For your info, Jason, Aloysius and I have known each other since Pri 1. We were in the same class at some point of our pri to secondary school years.)As from what I've known, Aloysius is going to Cambridge to study on DSTA scholarship. Well, Im not suprised cause all these years, I always feel that he is a really bright boy, although wierd at times. Come to think of it, I was in the same class with Aloysius for a really long time. We were in the same class from Pri 1 to Pri 6 and Sec 2 to Sec 4. Anyway, I really wish them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i finally got a new phone. It's a Sony Ericsson W700i. Although I still fancy the W810i, with limited funds, Ive no choice but to take the W700i as it was on a really big discount. Well, Got to save money for my end of year trip to Thailand. Im really looking forward to it. Hopefully, I'll be able to "charm" some cute Thai girls there and they'll be able to give me Thai massage everyday. Of course, they must be 100% pure girls and not some half done "she males".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/1600/Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/320/Phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. MSN messenger server got problem...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115798137153039185?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115798137153039185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115798137153039185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115798137153039185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115798137153039185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-prosperity-our-friends-know-us-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115797781934122725</id><published>2006-09-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:13:04.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time. &lt;br /&gt;- Georgia O'Keeffe (1887 - 1986)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so it is, Life goes easy on me, Most of the times....." Ok.that's a little sing along tune from the movie, "Closer".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I and a group of close friends were at the airport around 10pm. Well, no. We are not there to shoot a MTV or something like that. We were there to send off a good friend. It suddenly dawn upon me that Ive known this guy since pr1 one. We two were in the same primary class for 4 years and in the same secondary class for 2 years. So in fact, Ive known him for about 15 years already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/1600/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/320/class.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A class photo taken during Sec 3. See if you can spot me. Jason is the 2nd row, 2nd frm the left)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Jason Lin Junhan. Hope that we still stay in contact even though you are in England. Hopefully one day, we may see you on National Geographic channel showing us of your proud work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115797781934122725?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115797781934122725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115797781934122725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115797781934122725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115797781934122725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/09/nobody-sees-flower-really-it-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115738201319060980</id><published>2006-09-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:00:13.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life. &lt;br /&gt;- Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956), The Mother, 1932 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australian 'crocodile hunter' Steve Irwin killed by stingray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the headline when i went into Yahoo news this afternoon. Like what the above quotation says, I feel that, Mr Irwin has led a really exciting life. Anyway, let us mourn for today. His work for nature will always be remembered in the people's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. now..talking about stingray.. I just ate one last sunday at "Chomp Chomp". BBQ Stingray. Delicious! yum! yum!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115738201319060980?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115738201319060980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115738201319060980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115738201319060980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115738201319060980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-not-fear-death-so-much-but-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115710653814180611</id><published>2006-09-01T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:28:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose."&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Keller (1880 - 1968)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture of the trip to Kid Central Live at the Indoor Stadium  on thurs with the children from Chen Su Lan's Methodist Home. Anyway, the trip was really a fun one and.. it was an accidental one too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the kids..waiting to enter the Indoor stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/1600/6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/320/6.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know how interesting the show is? Just look at Huimin and you'll know the response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Chay and huimin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an always angry looking Sebestian and Me! (omg .. I look like Julian Hee in this picture.. ok..kidding) Anyway, few mins ago, this angry little boy (Sebestian)was not happy with the performance at the start. So this boy shouted out loud from  his seat, &lt;em&gt;"Shut up and get lost Mervin. Brother Benjamin can do a better job than you!" &lt;/em&gt; Ok. Apparently, this Mervin is some Kids central host and he is the host for the performance. As for Benjamin, He's the guy in the above picture. Anyway, I was beside Sebestian and I was damn "paiseh" as some parents heard it and stared at him. He is 8 yrs old by the way.. Pretty fierce boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/1600/17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6178/83/320/17.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yoyo.. Waddsup Fellow Mate..Come on brather.. Show me some love!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite student of all... Don. He's super cute and freaking smart for his age. If im right, he's in some special programme in his primary school. Anyway, he is a rapster and he can rap any Black Eye Pea's song for you.. Oh..not forgetting he's a favourite among the girls in the home too.. (just like me! kidding...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. For my photos, Pls click on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62045833@N00/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flickr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to view it. Besides, Im also looking for more volunteers to join me in helping these kids.. For more info, you can look up at this link here. &lt;a href="http://www.cslmch.org.sg/about_us.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chen Su Lan's Methodist Home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115710653814180611?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115710653814180611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115710653814180611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115710653814180611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115710653814180611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/09/many-persons-have-wrong-idea-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115695191035041370</id><published>2006-08-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:31:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Personality can open doors, but only character can keep them open."&lt;br /&gt;- Elmer G. Letterman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply like this quote. (For your info, I just saw this on the net 30 seconds ago and I just ripped it off) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the topic for today is me, myself and I. At any point of your life, have you all stopped and wondered how people have come to view you? Many a time, we all always say something along this line, "I am what I am." or "I dont care what other people think." But if you stop and start to think, in fact you'll start to realise that sub-consciously, you are taking on different roles. Roles which you tend to deviate from your true self. I remember my sociology lecturer in Uni once mentioned this, "Your true self is the self where you are singing while bathing in the toilet." What he is trying to say is, your true self can only be seen by you alone. This is because when we are in society, we tend to take on social roles. Just like how a son is to a father, or a student is to a teacher. We take on different social roles to different people. We cant possibly treat one friend exactly the same as how we treat another friend, no matter how close we are. Maybe that's why I kind of find Sociology a little interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a long and dry explaination, you must be wondering, "What has this got to do with me?" Like Ive said, the topic is me, myself and I. Recently, Ive been wondering how other people view me or what I appear to them as? I guess most of the people in secondary school know me as someone who is a sporty "guai kia", whereas my peeps in JC will think that Im a childish happy person who never grows up. However, to my siblings especially my sister, maybe Im someone whom she can bitch her woes to. But to some people, I can be a very serious person who thinks alot.With all these conflicting personalities, I do wonder at times, which is the "real" me? Anyway, if according to what I really feel and believe, I think Im the sort who's actually a quiet, serious person who likes to observe and think about general matters. Ok.. don't be surprised. I know many people who view me as childish and happy will be shocked. The main reason why I often appear childish and silly at times is just to de-stress and cheer up the environment. Its something mindless I do, but its also something which Ive been trying hard to get rid off, well because of this childish image thing. (besides, my youthful look is not helping me). Ok dont get me wrong. Im not becoming a "nimcompook". Im just being a true Gemini. No wonder people say, a true blue gemini is so hard to be one. (Cause they are never one. they are two... ok i know its lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been dwelling on what my lecturer has said. If your true self emerge only when you are alone and not taking part in any social roles. Then what's the relationship between your true self and the different social roles. I was just thinking that if people are said to put on many masks ,then their true self is the one beneath all these masks. From this, we can draw the similiarity between yourself without social roles and one without masks. Let's take another point of view. We do not put on many masks, it's just that we are showing our true self at a different degree. So hypothetically, we are said to have one true self and it varies differently to every individuals. Hmmm. this hypothesis I something which I just thought of recently. Up till now, Im still trying to find some truth in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..enough for the day. to end off at a simpler note, Im quite happy today.. First time as a role of a teacher receiving a Teacher's day gift from my student. Haha.. Really a memorable day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115695191035041370?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115695191035041370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115695191035041370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115695191035041370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115695191035041370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/08/personality-can-open-doors-but-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115686215698423893</id><published>2006-08-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:06:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus"&lt;br /&gt;- John Gray &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about a matter which is very close to most of us - Relationships. Well, let us limit the scope to BGR types. Haha. To get the topic straight, Im not a Despo nor am I a sick pervert who is gay. I just feel that currently, Ive reached to a stage where Im ready for another relationship. However, Im looking for a relationship which is a lasting one. Yes, you didnt get me wrong. This relationship which im looking for, Im looking at the end which is marriage. That's why many of my male friends have been asking me, "Lit, Why you are so picky? Why you didnt go and hook any girls in the Uni and all?" Well, that's because Ive yet to come across anyone that can really interest me. Besides, I really feel I've gone beyond the physical stage. Ok..not totally. I mean, my expectation for a partner is pretty low. I don't expect her to be as sexy as Jessica Alba, as pretty as Kate Beckinsale or be as elegant as Julia Roberts. All I ask for is that we are able to communicate well and be understanding to each other. Hahaha.. Some people might think that's a pretty high expectation already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it in this way, what I mean by communication is not just your everyday trashy talking, eg "Ni hao ma??" Communication in this sense means, being able to relate whatever you are feeling to me. Besides, the person Im looking for must be able to converse with me and be a little well read. Hahaha, I guess the downside to this kind of relationship is that my partner suddenly becomes too smart and may find me stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, from the past relationships I have, Ive learnt that communication plays a really important part. It is also through the lack of communication that many couples split up, including mine. That's why, I emphasise alot on communication.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish me luck as I wait patiently for my lady in white to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115686215698423893?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115686215698423893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115686215698423893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115686215698423893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115686215698423893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/08/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-115681961659741169</id><published>2006-08-29T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:46:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All ending are beginnings. We just don't know it at the time..." &lt;br /&gt;- Mitch Albom, The five people you will meet in heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucked in a corner of the virtual world, a blog lay there, hoping that it will be remembered by its owner. However, as time goes by, it began to lose hope. As it is the case with many other blogs, it is just the similar scenario being played everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has suddenly made me to revive my blog again, especially after a long hiatus? Well, basically the main reason is a lot of my friends have been bugging me revive my blog. They are interested to know what I have been up to, especially when I have tried my best to seclude myself from the outside world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all might think what's wrong with the outside world? Or you all might start to harbour the thought that Im going bonkers? Ok. First of all, there is nothing wrong with the outside world. Secondly, I’m not going "ku ku" in my head. It’s just that I suddenly lost the interest in blogging. Besides, I do not want to see myself becoming like one of the millions who are like machines, uploading their posts daily, hoping that one day they'll be famous. Maybe that was what I felt at the beginning when I started blogging in 2002. Though I managed to garner a few achievements (such as total strangers popping by my blog to read or having my blog being in the yahoo search engine), I always felt it is meaningless. Anyway, as i grew older, I realised that I started to have a preference for a more private life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to end my very first entry since a long time, I will like to say, "Thank you", especially to all those who have been patiently waiting for my entries. Haha. On top of that, Ive remake my blogskin (another rip off from somewhere) and deleted all the past entries in the tagboard. It's like back to zero again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-115681961659741169?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/115681961659741169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=115681961659741169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115681961659741169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/115681961659741169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-ending-are-beginnings.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-113367460311132963</id><published>2005-12-04T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T13:36:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"..All I want is silver and gold.. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tom Sullivan, The Rule Of Four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog has little readers. Basically, i want it that way as i only give this website to those that i trust or whom i regard as really good friends. So if you are viewing it, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my topic for the day is, Silver and Gold. Whatever im going to say below, is really, let's say common sense in investment or economics. But nevertheless, im going to give my 1 cent worth of investment thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 2 years, ive been observing the stock markets in general. In my opinion, if i really want to invest in something safe and obscure, i'll choose to invest in Gold. Yes, precious metal and minerals. But why gold you may want to ask? Yes, gold may not bring about short term returns such as investing in stocks or equities. On top of that, investing in gold, its also require a heavy amt of capital. So the short coming of investing in gold, simply put it, is heavy investment and little returns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in my opinion, i still see that gold still has some potential worth investing. This is especially so in time of crisis. Investing in gold is like a form of safety net. Though its of heavy investment, the risks invovled is lower as compared to stocks. These can be seen through examples of the past. For example, in 1985 where the stock market crashed, the value of gold shot up. This is definitely not an isolated incident. Look at the recent value of gold. A week back, the value of gold was US $55 per once. This rise in value of gold is due to the market fear of rising value of oil. Besides, this is not the first time that gold has risen during turbulent period. Thus, people tend to look upon to gold during time of crisis. Its the same for other precious metal, however not as great in value as gold. The next best metal closest to gold in terms of invesment is most probably platanium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being a safety precaution during difficult periods, its also something that worth looking in the long run. Since oil is limited in resource and depleting fast, gold is something to look upon. I assume in my opinion that there's this invisible relationship between gold and crisis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i'll apologised. Dont listen to what ive said. Well. just dont invest in this form of gold. The gold that im talking abt on the top is "paper gold" not the solid gold. ok..till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-113367460311132963?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/113367460311132963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=113367460311132963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113367460311132963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113367460311132963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-113282592934792548</id><published>2005-11-24T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:52:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Ive been lazy..Lazy... lazy at home.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pls sing it to the tune, "I am Sailing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, munching away on a pack of &lt;em&gt;xiao man tou&lt;/em&gt;, submerging myself in to my latest addiction - A new Hong Kong drama serial "Healing Hands 7" ok.. im not sure if its 6 or 7. Not very good with Roman Characters. Nevertheless, i can see myself growing into this ball of goof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the misunderstanding has been resolved. I guess i need to change some aspect of my character. Be less stubborn. haha.. nvm. anyway.. ive a busy 3 weeks ahead of me. Lots and lots of army stuffs to do. COC. Range.. Work. Till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-113282592934792548?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/113282592934792548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=113282592934792548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113282592934792548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113282592934792548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-113164266011892597</id><published>2005-11-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:11:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A fight over a game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A popular game. A game that bonds our friendship. A game that brings friendship closer. A game that makes everyone talk. A game that pits your skills. A game that somehow starts to threaten the ties made over the very same game. A game by the name of DOTA- Defence of the ancients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it. Hate it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-113164266011892597?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/113164266011892597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=113164266011892597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113164266011892597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113164266011892597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2005/11/fight-over-game-popular-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-113146743259805045</id><published>2005-11-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:30:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Aeschylus (525 BC - 456 BC), Agamemnon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the horoscopes, Gemini people are hardly easy to get jealous and even if they are jealous, it'l be a while. Well, so the question now is , "what am i jealous about?" Let's just put it in this manner. &lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;ONCE&lt;/em&gt; jealous but now im not. I was jealous of this friend of mine. He is a cheerful, cute looking and humourous lad. He knows how to make a girl heart spins. He knows how to bring the crowd to life again and all. With such a friend, i feel that its really natural for one to be a little envy of him. The green eyed monster in me kept popping up a few times over the past few days and i really didnt handle the situation well. Rather than controling my emotions, i let my emotions take the better of me. It kind of reached the peak last night that i had to realy cool down.&lt;br /&gt;Did a self check. Reflect a bit and begin to realise that its no use being jealous and get heated over senseless things. Realised that actually, jealousy can be another source of motivation for you to strive better. So a kind word of advice to those green eye monster kids, if you are ever jealous or envy of someone, dont feel that way. Think in this manner as what he has or what he do makes u feel envy and inferior. Then later, work hard on your own flaws and try to improve it. Later, work even harder, to the level where your opponent will feel envy of you, instead of you being jealous of him..&lt;br /&gt;To summarise, Im no longer jealous with this friend of mine. Will be treating him as a normal friend and wish him all the best in whatever he do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note. Had another interesting session of DOTA. well..Pretty addicted to this game. Honestly speaking, though its just a game, i feel that sometime, when we ourself are too focus in the game, we tend to loose our control on our normal self. This happen very often, including me. But when i come to think of it, i really do think that its quite senseless. Losing your cool over a game. Then there are also some that makes u loose your cool when they start to blame you as the cause of the bad game and all. I guess i got to start learning how to take these comments in stride. Im a pretty sensitive creature ok.? hahha.. if you dont like it, too bad.. &lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to Boon..though you may not be reading this, but i feel that you really ought to learn abit of patience. I know that waiting for a game can be quite painful, especially when we waited like close to 30 mins. But if its for sake of waiting to play together with everyone we know, then i think its really worth it. If others are not complaining, i really dont see why you should. I was really feeling like smacking you with a mackerel just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..enough whims and whimper for the day. Shall blog another time soon. Haha.and i guess the only reader for this blog currently is Tiff. so "Hi there Tiff!* *Smack!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-113146743259805045?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/113146743259805045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=113146743259805045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113146743259805045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113146743259805045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-is-in-character-of-very-few-men-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18602836.post-113125058289281637</id><published>2005-11-06T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:20:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My first post&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking. As this is my first post on this site, Ive really no idea on what to write. Well then, I shall let my fingers do the thinking and typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I created this site because i felt that my other blog, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lit_zerocool.blogspot.com"&gt;www.lit_zerocool.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; has reached its age "limit". What i mean here is that, it has no space for further improvements. Besides, I felt that it was becoming a chore at typing in that blog. Next, the stupid web add is becoming a cliche. Get the point? www.lit_zerocool.blogspot.com.... Feel like smacking the ass out of it.. Lit is zero cool? Smack it with a mackerel. Im still amazed at myself at how the hell i came up with that adderess. But never mind.. its over. So from today, it'll be just this site. So enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18602836-113125058289281637?l=justmeandmybox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/feeds/113125058289281637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18602836&amp;postID=113125058289281637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113125058289281637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18602836/posts/default/113125058289281637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmybox.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-post-honestly-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
