<?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-919479047508831410</id><updated>2011-09-16T11:52:45.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>like that ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-7691212040228484620</id><published>2009-11-22T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:42:32.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive &amp; Kicking !! Soon, I will be writing again (I promise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-7691212040228484620?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7691212040228484620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=7691212040228484620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/7691212040228484620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/7691212040228484620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/alive-kicking-soon-i-will-be-writing.html' title='Alive &amp; Kicking !! Soon, I will be writing again (I promise)'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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-919479047508831410.post-1964154554477183053</id><published>2008-02-29T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:46:40.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses! Excuses! Excuses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry for not writing but then I know, it is just all excuses excuses excuses! But I m serious, work had me tied down so much that I don't really have the time to do the things I like. But I will try to get something out soon. My have a writer's block currently as I am constantly thinking about work. Damn! I am pathetic, dah lah stuck in an island and now not having the inspiration.. How sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-1964154554477183053?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1964154554477183053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=1964154554477183053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/1964154554477183053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/1964154554477183053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2008/02/excuses-excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses! Excuses! Excuses!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-6440614412137323495</id><published>2007-12-29T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:18.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello &amp; Goodbye!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/R3ayK1ff6UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6bnz8_1d8FI/s1600-h/PCAB50WNTCAJKK4SVCA5RRO1NCAJA3J1SCA7I8SY2CAYIDN8GCAEA9WARCAAPEVJZCAMF798NCAOOPW0HCA3VW8X1CAUPF2PGCAEB839DCA6JD9YCCAZGWO9KCAYP0200CA1ZXUSQCAC78DF3CAIRWOBN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149499123172370754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/R3ayK1ff6UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6bnz8_1d8FI/s200/PCAB50WNTCAJKK4SVCA5RRO1NCAJA3J1SCA7I8SY2CAYIDN8GCAEA9WARCAAPEVJZCAMF798NCAOOPW0HCA3VW8X1CAUPF2PGCAEB839DCA6JD9YCCAZGWO9KCAYP0200CA1ZXUSQCAC78DF3CAIRWOBN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well it is that time of the year again where all of us tries to recall how did the year fare and at the same time, cracking our head over what sort of resolutions to make for the new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as I can recall, this year has been sort of a whirlwind one for me. Lots of things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; all at the same time - mostly good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The year started off busy with me trying to get a promotion and finding a new transfer for me. Which made me realise that sometimes it is hard to do it. The agony of all the interviews and waiting for a yes. But the thrill was there, to know what you are e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xpected&lt;/span&gt; to be and also worth. Somehow I decided to make a switch from front office to housekeeping. Yes, I trade the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt; lobby and opportunities to meet different guest at the front desk, the exchange of name cards while you mingle around with them for something less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt; - the housekeeping. The switch was timely and the experience thus far has been great. To all my friends, well, I still do need to clean the toilet, check the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aircond&lt;/span&gt; duct, make the bed, high dust and all the cleaning stuff to make the guest rooms all nice and comfortable from time to time. Though being in management, when the time call for a crunch, you just got to get your hands dirty to make it happen for the guest to ensure they have a great experience staying with us. I never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; now being in the position for 6 months now. And all, how could I almost forgotten about making a HUGE change of living condition, from a city to an island. Not just about any island but a tiny one. Where comfort is not the first thing that comes to mind. I gave up cinemas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; fresco restaurant, theatre, shopping malls for a small street with buildings not taller than 2 storeys and no malls, no fast food and though I am not a big fan - Starbucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What else happened, let see - oh, I was blessed to be able to attend four weddings too. Not just any weddings but close friends. One of them was a childhood friend that I knew all the way from primary one (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Wei), another one a friend which came to my life during high school, a loud spoken girl which is so opinionated sometimes that you just want to shut her up (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;), as for the 3rd wedding, both of them has been very special to me although I just knew them for 2 years but they have come into my life so beautifully, they have always been there and took care of me and come to accept me as part of their family (Eric &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mariela&lt;/span&gt;), and the last wedding was a dear friend which share &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of same interest and funny too (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Andreina&lt;/span&gt;). All in all, I was happy to be part of their happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I come to appreciate family love more than ever as I realise that it is hard to be not connected to them. Why do I say that that is because, the phone company in this island SUCKS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I can't received text messages from my parents or friends from Malaysia and having to call home from Nevis to Malaysia is extremely expensive. I yearn for the love and the attention actually. Sigh! As for my friends, I am ever grateful for all of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; has sending me emails and coming online to chat with me. Amusing me always with stories and updates from back home and keeping me in touch with everyone progress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last quarter of the year has been a battle of adjusting to the new environment and finding for new friends which till now not really fruitful but I am happy for the few new friends which I have made. And also learning to live all by myself - yes all alone in a house with no one else. Strange at first but then it is somewhat a freedom now and total solitary. But then there is a bad side as well cause just last week, my home was just broke into. Sad but then what to do, it is something which is not on the agenda. I am glad that I am save and not hurt in any way - no worries, I wasn't home that time. And personal things can be always replace though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, all in all I would not say it is all great or a boring one. Just another ordinary year and counting my blessing for it has made me more mature than before and stronger to face the tough world. And I am also looking forward for the new year - too bad, I am not a big fan of making resolution as I am bad at keeping it and recently one of my friend says that resolution do not need to be made only during the new year. You can make it anytime and have it achieve, which make more sense and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fulfillment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it is goodbye to 07' and hello 08'.. Will definitely miss it but then not holding on to it too.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt; ! By the way, biggest achievement this year - learning how to swim and glad that I am enjoying it (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yesss&lt;/span&gt;, I hear a few teases coming soon, bring it on). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-6440614412137323495?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6440614412137323495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=6440614412137323495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/6440614412137323495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/6440614412137323495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello &amp; Goodbye!!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/R3ayK1ff6UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6bnz8_1d8FI/s72-c/PCAB50WNTCAJKK4SVCA5RRO1NCAJA3J1SCA7I8SY2CAYIDN8GCAEA9WARCAAPEVJZCAMF798NCAOOPW0HCA3VW8X1CAUPF2PGCAEB839DCA6JD9YCCAZGWO9KCAYP0200CA1ZXUSQCAC78DF3CAIRWOBN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-6513873503719275334</id><published>2007-12-15T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:08:14.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was all excited today at the groceries store - I could not believe my eyes when I saw the packaging and its contents. I was grinning from ear to ear and could not help it even as I was paying for my good fortune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What am I talking about - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;! Let me tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was at the frozen section while doing my weekly groceries and then something familiar caught my eyes, it was the logo which had me stop at my tracks - the logo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buatan&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia. I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! As I got closer, the contents in the package somehow brought warmness to my heart and a big smile on my face - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ROTI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CANAI&lt;/span&gt; (instant).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wooohoooo&lt;/span&gt;! Instant '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt;' and made in Malaysia - the brand was '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kawan&lt;/span&gt;'. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;capati&lt;/span&gt; too.. I have seen it in Macro and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt; before but I never have tasted it or thought of buying it when I was in Malaysia. Why buy frozen when you can have a fresh one from your friendly neighbourhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;? I could almost smell the fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt; being heated up, the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dhal&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; which comes along with it - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well call me crazy but I took 3 packs of each as I am not going to take chances. Can you imagine, being in this island and having to find something so close to home, it is awesome. And if I be over dramatic, I would have said that I almost shed a tear for the blessing. All I can think of was the taste and can't wait to be home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;capati&lt;/span&gt; was like a lost treasure or even like getting a candy when you are kid. I am still happy and after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; 3 pieces of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt;, I think I can live in this island so long that the supermarket have the stock coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What can I say - Trip to the supermarkets US3, Groceries US75, finding the Instant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Canai&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Capati&lt;/span&gt; - priceless! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;! By the way, it is not cheap to savour instant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt; - US6 for one pack but then who cares.. It is on top my my next groceries list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-6513873503719275334?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6513873503719275334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=6513873503719275334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/6513873503719275334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/6513873503719275334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/priceless.html' title='Priceless!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-8537707356346905695</id><published>2007-12-06T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:44:11.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading an article the other about friends. Of how lucky one to have friends and the different type of friends. This made me thinking of my circles of friends I have made over the years and those that I have known since school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So what is true friendship means to one? For me, it means that I can call one in the middle of the night if I needed help or something that been bothering me. There is also friends which makes good meals companion and that just it, yes I do have friends which is so bad at everything else but we find a common thread when comes to dining. I also have friends which I can bitch about almost anything to everything and not get hurts by their straighforwardness. Movie friends, texting friends, travel companions, work friends and etc etc and of course friends with benefits? Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless how we define our friends or categorize them, these people actually makes a point to know you and in return, we must keep the friendship going. Why? Because that is the most humane thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we grow up, we come to meet different people and it gets harder to define friendship. Do we regard everyone we meet and help us out a friend or a mere acquaintance? I don't know. Sometimes we get confuse how a friend comes around and then they are the best thing that happen to us. And you learn to appreciate them even more because sometimes, it is not the number of years that you have known them but how sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;People fall out of love, does friends fall out of friendship as well? Yes indeed, I think it happens because I am feeling that a few of my friends is kinda drifting apart. Not sure what was the reasons, perhaps its the distance, perhaps that as we grow, our demand for attention changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know but then I am still counting my blessing for all friends that still keeping in touch with me although I am miles away from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So perhaps this quote is almost right 'friendships should last and not fade with the passing of time.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-8537707356346905695?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8537707356346905695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=8537707356346905695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8537707356346905695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8537707356346905695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/friends.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-8292014692844754832</id><published>2007-11-14T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:04:39.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanksgiving is fast approaching and it is one the best time of the year where family and friends get together. To have a meal and also if the dinner involves a few family attending, there is the battle who will get the honour of doing the turkey. I have seen it and it can be an ugly sight, especially you have relatives which think their stuffing is the best for the turkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, some of you might ask why am I fussing all about Thanksgiving when I am not even a Westerner. Well you see, I am someone which takes every single opportunity to call for a celebration regardless it is significant or not. Back in the days when I was working in KL, I didn't give much thought as half the time, I got to work on public holidasy or special occassion which celebrated in masses by many oridnary citizen. This is because I work in a hotel where the operations are 24/7 and sometimes it is real hard to get a day off when half of the city decides to come to the hotel and enjoyed a meal or two and at the same time, giving hell to the staff which at their service. Why, because one thinks that money can buy everything and people have come to not appreciate these hard working staff which might be missing spending the special holiday with their loves one - show some gratitude at least (SOB).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok now lets get back to the reasons why I am celebrating it. Thanksgiving is important to me now its because, for the last couple of year, I have come to appreciate my family and friends around me even more. I realise that many times I have placed my career as my priorities and sort of neglected the people around me. And at the same time, I have people whom are perfect strangers which come to love me for who I am and now hold dear to my heart. People which plays important role in my life and regards me as their family member. As for my very own family, I realise that our ties are stronger and more bonded than before given that I am at overseas as well as my other siblings. Perhaps the saying, absence makes the heart grows fonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is also a time to reflect the year for all the good things that come to us in many forms and the misses of bad lucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this year, I wish to give thanks for the a new jourey which I have embarked on. New found friends for a lasting friendship, new ties from extended family for a lifelong happiness, for existing friends another wonderful year ahead and many more to come, and finally to my parents and siblings thanks for the love and care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-8292014692844754832?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8292014692844754832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=8292014692844754832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8292014692844754832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8292014692844754832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-2333567765514163804</id><published>2007-11-04T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:31:23.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it has been 6 weeks now that I have last written but it has not been inspiring at all for me lately as my work has been getting so much of my attention. Also it is my own laziness of not wanting to crack my head open for any writing materials. I am sure you all well familiar of all the usual excuses of one not writing. In fact keeping a blog is like having a pet. You got to keep writing to make it alive. But sorry, I am just not in the mood lately for all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the reasons is that I have found a website which I can watch my Japanese series and TVB series too.. So it has taken most of my free time. You see, I am in a place where I am deprived of going to the cinema as there is no existance of it. And it has been years since I follow any new release of TVB series. I think I am not even sure what is going on in the world of HK entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, my work has been piling up as the 'bruha' in my office is officially resigning which is a good news to me. I know I am bad but then it is the best for both parties. We both can't seems to see eye to eye on our working method. This has been going since the first week of my arrival. There is a lot of clashes in ideas and how to run the department. Now I can at least breathe much easier but also it means more responsibilities on my side. And who knows a promotion is in store. But lets not go too far on that. I have expectations but then I am also new to that area. So perhaps patience is the virtue of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have nothing really to write but for the sake of this baby of mine, I got to keep it alive. I do not want to be call a procastinator.. Heheh! So hopefully, once all is better, I will be able to contribute more okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-2333567765514163804?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2333567765514163804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=2333567765514163804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/2333567765514163804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/2333567765514163804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/11/boring.html' title='Boring!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-8696015793843473660</id><published>2007-09-26T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:19.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is that doggy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RvpxDIREYHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ievmPs5Mr6E/s1600-h/golden+retriever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114524625405239410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RvpxDIREYHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ievmPs5Mr6E/s200/golden+retriever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was heading towards work the other day, there was this puppy which followed me. Well, to many of my friends I am not a big fan of dog's as I am in fact scare of them. Somehow, this little fellow did not deterred to go away despite me giving the 'get away stare' and shooo-ing him off. So I let it just follow me and for a matter of fact, he stayed on the enitre day hanging around the staff area. I didn't pay much attention but there was abuzz by my colleagues at work about the dog. And some of them started to refer it as my doggy as they have seen him following me earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I toyed with the idea of bringing him home fthe entire day and I told myself that if he follos me after work then, I will make him my pet. In fact I sort of have a name for him too - Jaja (he has ears like Jaja Bing from Starwars). Anyway, it rained the whole day and by the timeI finishes work it was still raining and the doggy did not budge abit, perhaps he was at his comfort sitting under the shade and the amount of food that was given to him. I didn't bother much by that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I reach home, I told my foster brother &amp;amp; a few friends about getting the dog. Most of them were very receptive about the idea but until one of my friends points out the responsibilites which comes with having a pet. It is not just abot giving food and making sure he is clean but you got to make time for him and make sure he is loved. You got to sent him to the vet when he is sick and not give junk food but instead healthy food (come on if there any healthy food out there now). So what will happen when I am away for a few days, who will take care and what if I leave the island for good. Ahhhh, too much of attachment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I come to realise that having a dog as a pet is too much of a commitment thingy. I can't even commit myself to a relationship and take care of myself fully, and here I am wanting to get a doggy. Well it was well worth the thought of iut, perhaps later. Also, I guess I got kind of influence from the book which I was reading a few months back "Marley &amp;amp; Me". It is a great book and for those dog lovers out there, I highly recommend this book. Its a book about the connection between the owner and the dog. Very heart warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But come to think of it, my family used to have dogs long time ago when we were kids. In fact two of them, one is Wendy &amp;amp; the other is Molly (if I recalled correctly). Anyway, if I want a dog, it will not be just about any dog, not those fancy little dog which look like a mouse or so skinny that a 'hotdog' looks so much better. I want a golden retriever. That's a dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We will see but till then, I will be humming the tune of 'How much is that doggy at the window".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-8696015793843473660?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8696015793843473660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=8696015793843473660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8696015793843473660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8696015793843473660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-much-is-that-doggy.html' title='How much is that doggy?'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RvpxDIREYHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ievmPs5Mr6E/s72-c/golden+retriever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-1775579590146739801</id><published>2007-09-16T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:20.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradiso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8GOmby47I/AAAAAAAAADY/A0niZqlGzlU/s1600-h/H6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111310949993866162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8GOmby47I/AAAAAAAAADY/A0niZqlGzlU/s200/H6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8GVmby48I/AAAAAAAAADg/rT1Niwu7MEI/s1600-h/H3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111311070252950466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8GVmby48I/AAAAAAAAADg/rT1Niwu7MEI/s200/H3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8GGWby46I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9MXEko59el8/s1600-h/Home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111310808259945378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8GGWby46I/AAAAAAAAADQ/9MXEko59el8/s200/Home.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8F-Gby45I/AAAAAAAAADI/kMSGokvHwRo/s1600-h/H!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111310666526024594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8F-Gby45I/AAAAAAAAADI/kMSGokvHwRo/s200/H!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8F4Gby44I/AAAAAAAAADA/QqtNJkuyiFA/s1600-h/h7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111310563446809474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8F4Gby44I/AAAAAAAAADA/QqtNJkuyiFA/s200/h7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8Gdmby49I/AAAAAAAAADo/8hXHqZk8rbQ/s1600-h/H4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111311207691903954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8Gdmby49I/AAAAAAAAADo/8hXHqZk8rbQ/s200/H4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have moved to my new place almost for a 5 weeks now and I didn't really have a chance to get my stuff organise. Also, another friend of mine which just left Nevis have given me a tons of stuff thus I thought today would be the perfect day to get a little spring cleaning. It is a small place, just perfect for a single/double person to stay in. It has a kitchenette, a separate clothing storage area, and a bedroom. It is actually more like a studio as there is no doors to my bedroom but instead just a wall to separate the living area and the sleeping area. Also, you will notice that the washing machines is kind of an eyesore as it is in the living room (thank goodness that it is at the corner). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, I am now working in housekeeping so it will be a shame if someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drop by&lt;/span&gt; to my place (not like as if I am expecting any guest anytime soon - perhaps later) but who knows, a surprise visit or something and upon coming to my place and to find it in a mess. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; will that be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I started my day by organising my books and also, the display items that I wanted to showcase (not many stuff that I have). Then there was some hammering as well - pretty handy actually me, surprise surprise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what I like most was the world map I have hung on my wall and the 'batik' I have on my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, the world map was actually a shower curtain. I was in Miami last week, so I thought of gathering some stuff when I stumble upon this shower curtain and I was like - WOW! I thought to myself and decided that it will be interesting to have it as my new wall decor instead. The price was right and I grab it and of course, I check to make sure that they have Malaysia on it as well. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knowlah&lt;/span&gt;, some part of the world, they still think Malaysia is Singapore or Malaysia is actually in Indonesia - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sedih&lt;/span&gt; case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, being a Chinese I thought I needed something to reflect my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oriental-ness&lt;/span&gt; but since the only closest thing I can find was this little poster I got during my trip to Houston for Chinese New Year and I got it from the temple. I didn't hesitate at all to put it up. I am proud to be a Chinese-Malaysian (and also a Latino too - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heheheh&lt;/span&gt;). Beside this, I have brought with me a piece of 'batik' which I have no idea what am I to do with it until I saw my bare bed and thought, it would makes a perfect runner over the clean white sheets. And voila! I love it - just the hassle of removing it when I want to sleep and putting it back the next day. Like any beauty regime, it is never easy to look beautiful thus it is works the same with keeping your place tidy and neat - you got to make an effort. Oh, do you notice the Malaysia flag - somewhat hidden though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am trying to get my window curtains change on my next trip to Miami. I hates my current curtains which is peach in colour (from the owners) except for the one which belongs to me (rainbow - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, such colours for such a cheerful person like me). I am still figuring what should I get - perhaps some curtains with bamboo motif to make it more oriental or an ocean blue with white lines to bring the ocean elements in and make the room brighter (not the white painted walls - sigh!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this is my little place - a place where I come home to everyday after a long day of work and to the quietness of it, away from the whole day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bickering&lt;/span&gt; and bitching at the work place. My own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;paradiso&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;! I am still thinking of getting a few potted plants - what say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/919479047508831410-1775579590146739801?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1775579590146739801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=1775579590146739801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/1775579590146739801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/1775579590146739801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/paradiso.html' title='Paradiso!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Ru8GOmby47I/AAAAAAAAADY/A0niZqlGzlU/s72-c/H6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-4605633225961348632</id><published>2007-09-15T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:48:33.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sitting at my living room wondering how will my future be and also how long more will it take me to climb the success ladder when I come across the horoscope page n one of the magazine. Being curious I take a peek at my star and I was delighted at what I am reading. So here it goes (just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of it) - 'a breath of fresh air seems to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;be wafting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; your life this month.. any lingering doubts about a long-considered career or lifestyle change lift away and in your relationship the romantic uncertainties you've been unhappily harboring will finally be laid rest'.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;! There is some truth in that as here I am in Nevis, wondering about where my career have taken me so far and how will it take me in the coming days. As for the relationship part, I have been thinking about that part much lately, age is catching up perhaps but it will be nice to be able to come home to someone (to settle down permanently but of course I got to find someone before anything can happen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So how many of you out there do believe in horoscope and faithfully reads the daily section about how your day will be? I remember doing that when I was in college and even during high school, I was so immersed reading the horoscope section everyday the very first thing in the morning. Then some of the predictions does not make sense and sometimes it is scary too. So I decided to read it at the end of the day just to see how true it is since the day almost comes to an end. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But now, I don't read it as often, only once in awhile like today. Sometimes all is lost but it seems there is still hope to harbour on (of the horoscope is right) if not then I prefer to lead my life on my own rules and chart my own destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-4605633225961348632?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4605633225961348632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=4605633225961348632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/4605633225961348632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/4605633225961348632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope?'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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-919479047508831410.post-5171423492876814995</id><published>2007-09-14T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:20.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RuoYWWby43I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9tJAMJeukqI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109923499463598962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RuoYWWby43I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9tJAMJeukqI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a day! Not the smoothest one thus far and I am glad that I am back at my own place. All at the comfort of my couch and also my favourite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you see I got a very disturbing news yesterday and I was disappointed with the events that took place and having to be kept out from the information sort of builds my anger. And by the time I arrived to work, I got post-it notes all over my desk asking me to do a million assignment which could have been easily accomplished before my arrival at the hotel. That didn't help at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, the reasons I was angry was because I thought I was center of everything and everyone. But then it seems I was wrong. I am just about any ordinary persons which once in awhile feels luckiest when something good happens or when your friend regards you the closest (sometimes only). So when at times, you are not the first to know something or been invited to something or if you feel you are not the priority, the feelings sucks! But then, I am one of those people whom forgive and forgets easily - thank goodness for that! As for what had happen, nah! its no big matter. Just something silly which is no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for my work, I hate it when people whom know nothing but lick ass to the extreme. Damn! And I hate it when they start to delegates what they promise to get it done themselves and then makes the rest of the people lives miserable. And worst of it, when it is a biatch - I guess it takes one to know one (hahahahaa) but then I m not all like that. I am more considerate as I believe in giving people chances so I am only a big 'B' when instructions are not follow or people too stubborn to listen and repetitively doing the same old stuff. Hate those ignorant people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And on top of this, working in Housekeeping is not easy so it kind of builds up everything else. I will tell all about this another time about my work. But today, things just not on my side - even as I am typing this, not all my friends is online as I expected it to be.. Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So tell me, I do deserve to angst my frustration right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-5171423492876814995?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5171423492876814995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=5171423492876814995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/5171423492876814995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/5171423492876814995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RuoYWWby43I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9tJAMJeukqI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-8471885165538349358</id><published>2007-09-11T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:01:34.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All by myself??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was asked whether if I will be fine living by myself recently by a close friend which I say I will be alright and not to worry. Actually I was lying and in fact, I am not at all prepared to be alone and for a matter of fact, to live in a foreign place is even scarier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well you see, all this while I have been pretty lucky when comes to getting a housemate and finding a place to share. I remember my first time living with total strangers during my college years and also workings days but turn out, I made a bunch of great friends and till now, some of us still keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But while we discuss the topic, I could not help but to count my blessing for the last few years, all my housemate has been a blessing. Some of them have become part of my life and important to me. They were like a family to me and have always concern about my well-being. I get advice from them, I shared my life story with them and also my woes at times but they have never complained once of being my shoulder to cry on. These special people replace the role of housemate but rather act like a sibling to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for me, I have become so dependable on them for almost everything. I am good at my work and I could easily makes decision at work place but when I get home, some of the stuff I have no idea what to do with it or I am just lost and confused. And half the time, it is my housemate which come to the rescue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I am staying alone in an island, I am scare and worry that I will not able to make it. I have no one to come home too except for my laptop, my cable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, my stacks of books, my collection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, yes my bed! but then who am I to chat with, who am I to share jokes and laughter, what if I had a bad day and needed a shoulder to cry on, what if I am in the mood for wine who will drink with me, who will discuss all the TV series with me and also just about everything else. I am just not ready to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh! I guess this is the time where people says it is a period where you go through a phase of your life all by your self and you end up coming out stronger and wiser in everything. It will make you or break you. I am still not sure if I will ever make it - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;! To all my friends out there which are staying all by themselves and living abroad or in a strange place far away from families or out of their comfort zone, I salute you all for being tough and strong. For being such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inspirational&lt;/span&gt; at times for me to take everyday as it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;All by myself?? I am hopeless at that so please, come and rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-8471885165538349358?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8471885165538349358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=8471885165538349358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8471885165538349358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/8471885165538349358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-by-myself.html' title='All by myself??'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-3740376736673929067</id><published>2007-09-06T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:37:27.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My apologies to all. I know it has been awhile since i last wrote anything - and blame it all on Caribbean Cable Communications. It takes them forever to get my internet line fixed. And it doesn't help when in the office, you do not have access to internet for all your favourites sites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this is a small announcement to say that I am back ad with that, I promise more goodies to come okay but I will be away for the next couple of days to Miami for some civilization and also to attend a very important wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-3740376736673929067?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3740376736673929067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=3740376736673929067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/3740376736673929067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/3740376736673929067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-3091409215681246495</id><published>2007-08-10T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:20.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrzkdPcClQI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kai1CzvwIZU/s1600-h/94815637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097200069288039682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrzkdPcClQI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kai1CzvwIZU/s200/94815637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wislawa Szymborska once wrote in a poem - first love may not be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tempestuous&lt;/span&gt; or as passionate as later ones, but for some reasons it's the one that stays with you until the very end. When I read that, I can't help but to agrees which I am sure many out there shares the same sentiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love comes in many forms to different individuals and its speaks a universal language that makes many of us weak at our knees and our heart skip a beat when one is in love. Girls will bats their lashes and gushes till their cheeks turned rosy pink and for the boys, they will be in they best manner, all clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shave&lt;/span&gt; and cologne all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope. I am not in love. I had it once and lost the battle but it was the very first. It was an innocent one, something which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; very unexpectedly. Didn't really last long, try to fought for its survival but it ended and in fact it left a mark. It used to hurt when I think or speak about it but now, I laughed over the matter and only think of the fond memories. We no longer keep in touch but we know each other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;. The sayings seems true and till today as much as I have move on but it never really the same. I have met a few others but something is missing which I never quite figure out. Nah, I am not going spare any juicy details about it but all I can say was I did believed in first love and still do. Perhaps there is a another 'first love' out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So for the mean time, my love now is my family and friends closest to me. They have been wonderful and I am glad that I am lucky to have them. My parents have been real supportive of what I am doing and it hurts to be so far away from them but their love and constant advices makes me stronger each day and have faith. As for my siblings, we were never really close when we were kids but of late, I guess it is because all of us is so far away from each other and as we grow older we speak our mind out more openly, we discuss things and we actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt;. There is nothing more important than siblings love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for my friends, some which I have known just for a few years and some which I have known for ages - they are the one which plays quite a role in my growing up years and adulthood. The relationship which I have with them are one of the greatest thing and it brings so much joy whenever there is an occasion to celebrate, to be able to be among friends. To chat and to bicker, to gossip and to laugh at each other, to give support in times of needs and to be grateful that we are friends. There is a special bond that I shared with them. In their busy schedule, many of them slot in time to meet up and for that very reason, I feel lucky. Those quick lunch bites, last minute dinner fixes, planned trips, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-dinner meet up for a cuppa of ice blended, movies outing and to some of my girl friend, window &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shopping's&lt;/span&gt;. Also not forgetting, to some friends which never quite make it to any of the outings - well I still do love you all. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, to all my friends, thanks for everything because the very first time I get to know you all, it like first love. Tell me, what else is there to ask?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-3091409215681246495?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3091409215681246495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=3091409215681246495' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/3091409215681246495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/3091409215681246495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-love.html' title='First love!'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrzkdPcClQI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kai1CzvwIZU/s72-c/94815637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-631100025472165120</id><published>2007-08-05T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:20.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert before maincourse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RryGRvcClOI/AAAAAAAAACg/uMtJIlFHeoo/s1600-h/3518482141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097096517626533090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RryGRvcClOI/AAAAAAAAACg/uMtJIlFHeoo/s200/3518482141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have any one of us ever thought of doing something out of our norm or comfort zone? Something fun or crazy or daring? How about having dessert before main course? Hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was back home vacationing and waiting for my work papers to sort out - I had one of the best time. Why? Well the very reasons is that I was able to meet allot of my friends this time round and spending more time with my parents and siblings. And obviously with all these meets, we are talking about food and drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But in one particular outing with my friend, we were suppose to have lunch and rather looking at the main course menu, the selection of dessert looks so much tempting on the menu. We sort of jump into the idea of having dessert instead, it didn't take us long to decide. I had a cheesecake and brownies while my friend had a tiramisu and carrot cake. And for drinks, we had a ice-blended and milkshake. By the time, the main course was here - we got too much on the table for the both of us. It was an unforgettable afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it got me thinking, that all of us have a choice in our daily. There is many things which we do that we can break away from our norm. One of my friend was chatting with me the other and says that he is not sure whether he should participate in an expedition which they will cycle for a few hundreds miles. His worries?? That he won't be at the front of the pack and not able to complete the expedition. And I was relating to him about this dessert before main course thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told him to give it a try and the whole point is not to win or be among the front of the pack. It is all about being part of the expedition and supporting it cause. To do something crazy like this and have fun. To have fun is the most important thing and it takes courage for many to achieve it. Going out there and trying to have fun. Many of us, think too much, there will be always too many whys in us. It is fine to be cautious in our decision but who knows, something bigger and better is in store for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, in life - great things comes to us in the most unexpected ways but sometimes, we need to create moments to enjoy life. Perhaps the next time, flip to the last page of the menu and have dessert first. Go and order that piece of chocolate fudge or brownies or 3 scoops ice creams that I bet all of us loves - and please not those on low calories and sugar type. Have fun!&lt;/span&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/919479047508831410-631100025472165120?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/631100025472165120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=631100025472165120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/631100025472165120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/631100025472165120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/dessert-before-maincourse.html' title='Dessert before maincourse?'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RryGRvcClOI/AAAAAAAAACg/uMtJIlFHeoo/s72-c/3518482141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-1360237850646295909</id><published>2007-08-03T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:35:13.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading an article on The Star online just only but I was very disturb by one of the news reported. Apparently there is this particular politician which mentioned that the upcoming elections is not about politics but about the future of the Malays (quote and unquote).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry to hear such a remark as we are about to celebrate our 50th Merdeka (Independence Day). Whats does that suppose to mean - the future of the Malay? What about us the rest of us - the Chinese, the Indians and also the rest of the Ethnic groups? Are our future not important? What is in store for us, for the components parties in Barisan Nasional? Who's cause are we championing then - for a singular group which already enjoys much privilege as a Bumiputra? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The mindset of such a politician is so shallow and childish. I can not imagine what else it is for us (non-bumiputras) if the up coming election is not for every rakyat forming from different background and beliefs but rather just the Malays? That is absurd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have come a long way as a Malaysian but yet we different ourselves by our race and religion rather than a nation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We pride ourselves as a harmonious nation. During festive seasons, we share our celebrations and welcome our friends from different races to our house. In times of needs, we come around together with open arms without looking at the different background. This should be something which we all must preserved, something which we must fight to maintained and proper it - the togetherness as a nation from different background as a Malaysian but not by our race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am proud to say that I have a group of Muhhibah friends which I have known for many many years now and even now at work, I have made friends from different background. I have made it a point to learn their customs (not all) especially the food and the traditions. I love all those old classic movies from the late Tan Sri P. Ramlee as his work reflects our nation in the most Muhhibah-ness. You see different races acting in it. But all this somehow are missing and we seems to be a step backward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My only hope is to see our politician to be more open minded and look Malaysia as a nation forming from different races rather segregate us as into groups with different agendas. Let us come forward as one nation and proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-1360237850646295909?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1360237850646295909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=1360237850646295909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/1360237850646295909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/1360237850646295909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-who.html' title='For who?'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-579187984753064621</id><published>2007-08-01T16:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:21.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally here - Nevis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHL_cClJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4DWnh2Ed2cM/s1600-h/nevis+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093860556121740434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHL_cClJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4DWnh2Ed2cM/s200/nevis+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHM_cClKI/AAAAAAAAACA/XtYnv_P0pHc/s1600-h/nevis+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093860573301609634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHM_cClKI/AAAAAAAAACA/XtYnv_P0pHc/s200/nevis+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHNfcClLI/AAAAAAAAACI/u4hrlk2rhGA/s1600-h/nevis+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093860581891544242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHNfcClLI/AAAAAAAAACI/u4hrlk2rhGA/s200/nevis+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHOPcClMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r8HTs3pulLk/s1600-h/nevis+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093860594776446146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHOPcClMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r8HTs3pulLk/s200/nevis+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEGifcClII/AAAAAAAAABw/lFgf1TqvOCE/s1600-h/nevis+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093859843157169282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEGifcClII/AAAAAAAAABw/lFgf1TqvOCE/s200/nevis+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEDVvcClHI/AAAAAAAAABo/N8mNtJ_elUA/s1600-h/199344331_e6c1d4bb19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093856325578953842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEDVvcClHI/AAAAAAAAABo/N8mNtJ_elUA/s200/199344331_e6c1d4bb19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am trying to settled down in Nevis, a tiny little island with a 7miles diameter only and have a population of almost ten thousand people (stop, gasping) I know it is small. Nevis is located among the many other island within the Caribbean and have a long history of French and British influence - got to catch up with the reading on the history, the book is sitting at my office desk for the past one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well it is never easy to settle down in a foreign place and also for a first timer to live in an island is scary. No kidding, this is very unlike Langkawi or Perhentian or the usual island we have back home in Malaysia. I have always been a city boy and somehow this time round I took a blunt decision to give island life a try (career sake). I have to admit it till now I am still questioning myself of my own sanity for doing this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my third week here and I am still finding my way around to get accustomed to the many things that the local do. People here are extremely friendly no doubt and some unmentionable stuff (to those which I have written email to, you know what I am talking about). Charlestown is a tiny little town which host all the main financial institution and also government offices. The distance from the main road to the end of the town - 20mins, with buildings not taller than a palm tree (should have gotten some pics - later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beaches here is nice and the water not so crystal clear but you can still find your wedding band if you drop it not at all polluted. The sands are volcanic sands which give a soft smooth feeling when you step on it and somehow hard to wash off even with spraying water, you still need to use your hand to brush off the sand - how annoying. There is a huge mountain which sets the back drop for the island but not many people actually knows the exact height of it, I have asked a few locals but none able to tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevis has a nice weather but scorching hot during mid-day. Other than that, the breezy winds helps allot to cool the air and during night time, it has a cooling effect. For me, the weather is unbearable at times but does anyone care if I complain - nope! and yes, it is noticeably that my skin tone have change slightly - I am officially now a cookie-brown and wish not turn to a brownie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A tremendous amount of churches here and the last time someone told me, they have almost 80 churches around the island - amazing lot and pretty religious I guess for the Nevisian. Lots of donkeys and goats as well all over the island. Their populations is almost similar to the number of people. Hm mm - do we see a pattern here?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, my very first taste of local food was actually conch fritters which tasted not bad. But then for this past three weeks, so far it is just fries, chicken, sandwich, more fries, chicken, gumbo soup, fries, sandwich, chicken and more fries - this is SAD cause room service menu yuks! and canteen food too. Can't wait to move out and do my own cooking, yes I do know how to cook but my ex-roommate was a better cook (ahhh, miss those pasta with shrimp). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEDVvcClHI/AAAAAAAAABo/N8mNtJ_elUA/s1600-h/199344331_e6c1d4bb19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like that lor. Got to stop babbling for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919479047508831410-579187984753064621?l=hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/feeds/579187984753064621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919479047508831410&amp;postID=579187984753064621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/579187984753064621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919479047508831410/posts/default/579187984753064621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hongwai-alvyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-here-nevis.html' title='Finally here - Nevis'/><author><name>chipmunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206956501169928791</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/RrEHL_cClJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4DWnh2Ed2cM/s72-c/nevis+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919479047508831410.post-1293152537898363425</id><published>2007-07-31T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:48:21.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bradshaw wannabe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Rq_BCPcCk_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8LiKThEwDeo/s1600-h/3347506735%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093501947827360754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh6dY68PWog/Rq_BCPcCk_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8LiKThEwDeo/s320/3347506735%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am writing my very first blog after thinking about it for such a long time. A few of my friends have been coaxing me too. Never really got into the idea till lately. Not sure why but I guess it is because I am in a strange new place and totally isolated. But the closest reason I can give myself is because there is almost a Carrie Bradshaw in all of us - Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never really gotten into the idea mostly because I was never had the confidence to do it. I was worry that I will be judge at my entries and the way I choose my words. But then what the heck! if I do not give it a try, I will never know what is in store for me. I think sometimes, every once in a while we just have to be adventurous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this will not be the last of my blog. Hopefully I will able to enlighten everyone with my writings. 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