<?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-4294631152219059234</id><updated>2012-01-27T07:23:11.692+08:00</updated><category term='children'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='tech'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='NS'/><category term='NS posts(written earlier)'/><category term='clown'/><category term='English'/><category term='Physics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='justice'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='concerns'/><category term='Joelosophy'/><category term='school'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='wise words?'/><category term='moods'/><category term='=)'/><category term='life'/><category term='sex'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='people'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='Joel'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='video'/><category term='=('/><category term='Chemistry'/><category term='weird'/><category term='bodybuilding'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='driving'/><category term='optical illusions'/><category term='health'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='love'/><category term='choir'/><category term='questions'/><category term='appreciation'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Daylight Breaks Through</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>597</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-669512055191855999</id><published>2012-01-26T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:55:47.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodybuilding'/><title type='text'>5kg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dumbbells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchased a pair of them at Carrefour, Batu Pahat after a Chinese New Year reunion lunch with my mother's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to remember when was the last time I even did a push-up. In fact, the most physically active activity I performed recently was jogging last week. Which also contributed to how I was where I was, to rescue a kitten in Singapore. Got to start working on getting in shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a couple of rather cheap dumbbells and bought them. By the way, I travelled with the extra 10kg by train across the border though the weights had the previlige of sitting in my father's car for an hour as we got back to Kluang after lunch. Long story cut short, I have my own dumbbells now and wish not to let them sit around collecting dust &lt;strike&gt;like many of the stuff I own&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-669512055191855999?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/669512055191855999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=669512055191855999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/669512055191855999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/669512055191855999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/5kg.html' title='5kg'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4405284574043219067</id><published>2012-01-19T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:10:36.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Kitten from the Drain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One fine evening, Joel decided to go jogging. Actually it was just  last night lah. He ran by the main road and train tracks. To think of it  now, he shouldn't have done so, inhaled so much carbon monoxide! No  wonder he got breathless so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 or 4  kilometres, he heard some crying nearby. No, it was not The Witch from  Left4Dead/Left4Dead2. Well at least Joel thought he heard a cry. But it  was the sound of a cat trapped along the drain. Shoot! For a moment he  thought he would be famous for saving a baby's life. Anyway Joel  couldn't bear to simply ignore his conscience and continue running. He  looked down, the kitten was there meowing; he moved to the left, it  followed; he moved to the right, it followed too. Ah, what was he to do?  Upon much contemplation whilst the kitten continued to cry for help,  Joel climbed down the deep and large drain in attempt to rescue the poor  thing. That drain- deep enough to hide Joel's shoulders when he set  foot at the bottom of it; wide enough for one to cycle without knocking  into either sides of the walls if careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely Joel  must have looked stupid to the drivers and passengers of the oncoming  cars on that busy road. Mind you, he was in Singapore. Land surface area  so small but cars so many! Digress. Joel brought the kitten out of the  drain and found difficulty getting himself out instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  Joel's surprise, the animal literally followed him back to where he  lived! Remember 3 or 4 kilometres? They went all the way back on foot  and on paw. The Good Samaritan, with the help of his kind and helpful  house mates managed to give the kitten a bath and some food to eat. And  it stayed with them for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phew! Never felt so good about writing about myself.&lt;/i&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/4294631152219059234-4405284574043219067?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4405284574043219067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4405284574043219067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4405284574043219067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4405284574043219067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/kitten-from-drain.html' title='Kitten from the Drain'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4904115222407131255</id><published>2012-01-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:25:04.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Prankster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Back in the good old schooling days, I had a habit of playing pranks on my mates. Of course, some of them played pranks on me in return. You can say we had a culture. We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I look back and remember how I used to hide my ice-cream wrappers in my friends' bags. They couldn't blame me, right? In fact, they ought to thank me for teaching them a lesson- return to their classrooms on time once recess is over. Haha! We did it all, among the serious players, we would find out that our bags were full of chalk dust since we were in a time and place where some of the classrooms were still using blackboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding things in people's bags, hiding people's things from them. Oh those days! Filled with frustrations and fun from pranking one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just a few hours ago, an unattended bag caught my eye in college. Out of nostalgia, I decided to teach my friend a lesson though we didn't quite know each other. Well, there were no ice-cream wrappers or chalk lying around, or anything irritating and fun to hide into the bag. Instead, I took something out of it that she was bound to realise. However I got busted by another friend. Returned the item to its owner a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;My performance used to be much better than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a boy, I acted like a boy... Now, time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow up, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4904115222407131255?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4904115222407131255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4904115222407131255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4904115222407131255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4904115222407131255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/prankster.html' title='Prankster'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-130808394778110163</id><published>2012-01-14T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:29:59.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Two Tigers and Soft Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Do-fN93rIBQ?rel=0" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Tigers(两只老虎) was a song I used to sing in preschool; Soft Kitty is a song from The Big Bang Theory, my current favourite American comedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and I did this simple recording. I took the liberty of rearranging 两只老虎.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! And have a good weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-130808394778110163?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/130808394778110163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=130808394778110163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/130808394778110163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/130808394778110163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-tigers-and-soft-kitty.html' title='Two Tigers and Soft Kitty'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Do-fN93rIBQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2588857425938016122</id><published>2012-01-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:48:03.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Who says nursing students have no work to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The end of semester is nearing. Actually it is now only a-week-past half-time lah, but it feels like coming to an end to me since next week will be my final week of classes. The next consecutive three weeks will be used for two clinical placements for my lecture group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is we now have two more weeks of classes! Two of the lecturers have already delivered their consolidation lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also means that most of us are caught up with presentations. Important presentations that &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; affect examination results. So we cannot play a fool about these in-course assessments. I have three presentations to work on now, with five other group members. All three are tough; and having a few demanding examiners doesn't make the job easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to complain lah, I don't want to complain.&lt;br /&gt;But you know ah, all things will go well lah because I am so smart, right? Hahaha! Pardon me, am currently under a lot of stress. The pimples on my face can vouch for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2588857425938016122?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2588857425938016122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2588857425938016122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2588857425938016122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2588857425938016122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-says-nursing-students-have-no-work.html' title='Who says nursing students have no work to do?'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-701173548181908612</id><published>2012-01-05T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:17:14.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Kelly Lee - The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="267" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fC0i0kQESFU?rel=0" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I recorded this at my place some time ago. We were rehearsing for a singing audition. Okay, actually I was only helping her lah! My voice is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; there yet to enter competitions. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Lee can sing! This is to encourage her not to be afraid of shining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-701173548181908612?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/701173548181908612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=701173548181908612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/701173548181908612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/701173548181908612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/kelly-lee-climb.html' title='Kelly Lee - The Climb'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fC0i0kQESFU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-8374011029384125214</id><published>2012-01-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:56:16.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Used</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Nikkor 28mm f/2.8!&lt;/b&gt; I shot with it for the first time yesterday. Or you can say last year. Happy new year, by the way. On the last day of 2011, a cousin of mine got married and I was there to capture a few moments to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity to try out the latest addition to Joya's inventory! Appreciating the wider angle.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures taken with the 28mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq_h6pRoX-s/TwCBgtGxBcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d8j36gAPIK8/s1600/1231_4077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq_h6pRoX-s/TwCBgtGxBcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d8j36gAPIK8/s320/1231_4077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hI9X2w5p28/TwCBsHw7hgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bozpLs7GnmU/s1600/1231_4008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hI9X2w5p28/TwCBsHw7hgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bozpLs7GnmU/s320/1231_4008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boleh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-8374011029384125214?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8374011029384125214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=8374011029384125214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8374011029384125214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8374011029384125214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/used.html' title='Used'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq_h6pRoX-s/TwCBgtGxBcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d8j36gAPIK8/s72-c/1231_4077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2964940850733953163</id><published>2011-12-30T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:33:10.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'>Collected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwcJ76IPeNU/Tv02Bk-khsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g_Se-VMiwMI/s1600/1230_3778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwcJ76IPeNU/Tv02Bk-khsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g_Se-VMiwMI/s200/1230_3778.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My new Nikkor 28mm F2.8 lens! Well, it's not new per se lah. Recently purchased a used camera lens, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait is finally over. UPS called to inform that I could pick it up yestereday, looks like they found my shipment. So mother and I travelled by bus and train to collect a relatively huge box containing a relatively small lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, but still considering lodging a formal complaint to UPS regarding their services which I am not satisfied about, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may be shooting my first wedding tomorrow! Feeling anxious and excited now although I will not be getting paid for shooting but may in turn pay for the printing as I intend to give the photos to my cousin and soon-to-be cousin-in-law. Happy shooting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2964940850733953163?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2964940850733953163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2964940850733953163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2964940850733953163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2964940850733953163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/collected.html' title='Collected'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwcJ76IPeNU/Tv02Bk-khsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g_Se-VMiwMI/s72-c/1230_3778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6233387029140049479</id><published>2011-12-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:51:21.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sick of eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Steamboat!&lt;/span&gt; Already two nights consecutively. And another one tonight? It's a holiday, friends are back in town. Some of them, thankfully. Wish more were here though. So I have had steamboat for the past two dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is buffet style. Eat as much as you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with buffets is this: people eat too much! We take so much more food than we would usually eat probably since we already agreed to pay more than we would usually do upon entering the restaurant. Scared of losing out? Want to eat as much as, or more than, what you paid for? Or are you preparing to go on a fast for the next three days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure about you, but I admit that I never fail to overeat and regret each time I do. Having regretted twice in two nights back to back, I am feeling sick right now as I hear the word steamboat. Or buffet, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go easy on the food. &lt;b&gt;Pay lah, enjoy the fellowship. No need to behave as if it were an eating competition.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6233387029140049479?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6233387029140049479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6233387029140049479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6233387029140049479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6233387029140049479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/sick-of-eating.html' title='Sick of eating'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-654909674311773562</id><published>2011-12-26T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T17:37:46.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Have a happy new year as well! Hope you guys are excited about the years ahead as well as the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shooting and editing quite a bit recently. We went carolling one day before Christmas' eve, Kluang had the biggest Christmas count down event too. It has been a privilege to serve by taking some pictures to remember these events. Editing for event photography is no joke, especially when you want to be quick. You want quality and quantity? Be ready to sacrifice some sleep. But it is worth the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my camera just got heavier not long ago. And I felt some muscle aches on Christmas day. After handling my gear for two consecutive nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I am only willing to let photography be a hobby; passion, at most. So not going to turn it into a vocation! Oh, photos of "1Joy 1Kluang" are available on &lt;a href="http://www.joya-photography.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.joya-photography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/joya.photography"&gt;www.facebook.com/joya.photography&lt;/a&gt;. Do support my work and leave some comments in order that I may bring to you better photographs in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you get ready for 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-654909674311773562?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/654909674311773562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=654909674311773562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/654909674311773562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/654909674311773562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-christmas-to-all.html' title='Happy Christmas to all'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7347207674058189743</id><published>2011-12-21T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T19:41:31.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>To complain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPS kept me waiting for the past two days. Two whole days, wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I called to request if I could pick my package up from their office, they said yes. Then later called me to say they couldn't find the shipment. I was already on my way. Fed up, I told them to just leave it in my mailbox when they can deliver it. Started heading back to Kluang after hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be a difficult client here. But I question their sincerity of getting my stuff to my location. I paid for the postage, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7347207674058189743?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7347207674058189743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7347207674058189743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7347207674058189743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7347207674058189743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-complain.html' title='To complain'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7044289742768577592</id><published>2011-12-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:28:22.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Waiting for UPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To deliver a parcel from South Korea, UPS made two trips to my place in Singapore. Once on Friday and another on Saturday. I recently bought a used lens from eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, all these online purchases must come to a stop at least for the next few months! I hope it has not become an addiction. Got to save some money already. Remember that I am here to study, not spend. The lens I bought looked quite good online, wonder if I really got a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shame that I wasn't in during both of UPS's attempts to deliver the package. And to complicate things, the item might be shipped back to where it came from should the third delivery attempt fail. I really hate to pay for the shipment again next month. So here I am, in Singapore, with only one purpose that is to receive my parcel. I have already been waiting all afternoon. Looks like it may arrive tomorrow or later. How long more shall I wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so going to be more mindful of timing the next time I ever purchase something online again. Especially when it comes to courier services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7044289742768577592?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7044289742768577592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7044289742768577592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7044289742768577592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7044289742768577592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-for-ups.html' title='Waiting for UPS'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7480042806239396963</id><published>2011-12-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:29:47.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>NOT eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Haha! Mommy has gone home and I shall join her again very soon. But until then, I think there is a need for me to spend less, much less than I had while mom was here. Had a good time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff I bought online are coming in one by one. Hope they all reach my mailbox before I reach Kluang.&lt;br /&gt;Next, Joya finally got a flash unit for the camera! Am feeling excited at the same time anxious about learning how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could live on green grass and sunshine, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, time to save money for rainy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7480042806239396963?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7480042806239396963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7480042806239396963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7480042806239396963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7480042806239396963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-eating.html' title='NOT eating'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1051254303447315135</id><published>2011-12-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:57:08.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>NOT eating alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;For the coming few days, short few days. No more dinners alone for the next couple of days. Mommy came to visit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with rags and broom, determined to lend me a hand the moment she heard I needed to do serious cleaning. Disclaimer please note: I am not abusing my mother, nor any other women, by the way. If this is the way mommy wishes to express her love and spend her time, why not? Hehe! Actually I just miss her lah. Elaine is having holidays now, no need to ferry her to school and tuition classes. Since mom is retired, come and see me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the cleaning and shifting, mom also came on a special mission. To deliver something from home. So, here she is. Until Thursday morning, the latest because of her choir practice in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to enjoy my time with her here whilst carrying on with school stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1051254303447315135?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1051254303447315135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1051254303447315135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1051254303447315135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1051254303447315135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-eating-alone.html' title='NOT eating alone'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-8809814677679037270</id><published>2011-12-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:14:47.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Empty house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Walked in to where I live today, it looked like when I first started moving in- empty. Only cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House mates have moved out, new ones coming in soon this week. So this is it, huh? In life, people come; people go. Nothing is for ever. I'm only glad that I can still stay in this place. Just need to make some adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phlegmatics don't deal with changes so well. But who says they can't change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to better days ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-8809814677679037270?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8809814677679037270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=8809814677679037270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8809814677679037270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8809814677679037270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/empty-house.html' title='Empty house'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-8773010030484341801</id><published>2011-12-10T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:04:42.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise words?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Bidding on eBay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On a cool enough night, last night, I was sweating. Because of a few clicks on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joya decided to check out some photography stuff. Had already made a few small purchases which my mailbox is now waiting for. Just some simple stuff- cheap filters and light modifiers. Then I stumbled upon some used lenses that seemed pretty good. They were on auction, so anyone interested could place a bid. There was one particular lens that caught my eye. Its price was like 250USD at the time I first joined in the bidding. Placed a few more bids later during the same night. In the end 349USD made me the highest bidder. A few hours to go until the auction ends, I started wishing that I didn't have to win the bid because I wasn't absolutely prepared to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying that lens could mean at least two to three months' worth of meals. Or I could ignore the payment and start having a bad reputation on the website. Anyways I regretted taking part in the bidding of something I wasn't ready to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you might have already guessed, I did not win! Haha! Never felt so relieved to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Learning valuable lessons now. Same goes for promises- never make one that you can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-8773010030484341801?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8773010030484341801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=8773010030484341801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8773010030484341801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8773010030484341801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/bidding-on-ebay.html' title='Bidding on eBay'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-5680141063029548791</id><published>2011-12-08T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:49:28.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Walk walk walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We do it every day. I did it more on Sunday, with the company of two more friends, under the hot sun in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having made a promise to another friend before, I needed to look for a particular item after locating a particular store, then I had to buy it if I found it. It was a Sunday and we were free, the two friends mentioned earlier were kind enough to join me in my shopping quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not easy albeit the good public transport available, and access to the Internet. The weather did not make things easier for us too. Moreover I was too shy to ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we eventually found the place and the item as well. I made the purchase but felt bad about dragging my friends into all the walking, walking and walking. The journey was worth the sweat though. At the end of the day, what I wish to see is a happy face on each of my friends, as many as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was willing to find a shop that was not as easy to locate as compared to its counterparts in the same business; what are friends for? &lt;i&gt;They&lt;/i&gt; were willing to join me without complaining; what are friends for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let there be happy faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-5680141063029548791?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5680141063029548791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=5680141063029548791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5680141063029548791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5680141063029548791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/walk-walk-walk.html' title='Walk walk walk'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3004835411246644465</id><published>2011-12-03T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:09:07.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Daily Planner 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Guess what I found at the Christian bookstore yesterday, Counting On Your Name by Worship Central! I was so surprised and excited to see the album. Unfortunaltely as well as fortunately, it was the last copy they had; so I bought the sample copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album has many of the songs I like, sung in Mandarin. I just had to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the music, I also gave myself an early Christmas gift- a daily planner. It's a daily planner, like I've said. A little book just larger than my palm. It has a calender covering the next two years. One bible verse printed on each month's planner; one more on the cover page, which caught my attention actually- Micah 6:8. Oh, there are also a few pages to write notes and a few more for contacts. I also have access to country dialing codes and time zones. Not that a smart phone couldn't have all of the functions mentioned, but I'm still using my good old black-and-white-screen Nokia phone. Besides, going old-school isn't that bad. At least I don't need to worry about my planner running out of battery. Now all I need is a pen wherever I go, whenenver I need to write down something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to plan out my days more efficiently from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3004835411246644465?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3004835411246644465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3004835411246644465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3004835411246644465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3004835411246644465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/daily-planner-2012.html' title='Daily Planner 2012'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3193710434439275885</id><published>2011-11-30T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:00:11.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Re-editing photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Photo editing. Emphasizing how beautiful people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_4KrNqa-Ew/TtVxulple8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NAhHKWU34Qk/s1600/0622_2444-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_4KrNqa-Ew/TtVxulple8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NAhHKWU34Qk/s400/0622_2444-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has easily become a hobby of mine. From the back of my desk I feel a sense of control over what I am doing. Literally seeing the results of my work- images retrieved by manipulating camera settings. Photo editing, my final stage of work just before printing. I love what I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3193710434439275885?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3193710434439275885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3193710434439275885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3193710434439275885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3193710434439275885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/re-editing-photos.html' title='Re-editing photos'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_4KrNqa-Ew/TtVxulple8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NAhHKWU34Qk/s72-c/0622_2444-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-9134506958702502435</id><published>2011-11-26T01:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:19:09.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>November 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At 1 o'clock in the morning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the house gate just to see the beauty of the stars. Plenty of them brightly twinkling this night.&lt;br /&gt;They are just so amazing. To gaze upon the magnificence of a night sky, is, by itself, therapeutic enough for me in such a way that stress is nearly relieved &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt;. Providing a temporary escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with a full stomach. After driving out to meet some friends for supper. The nice feeling of having had meaningful friendly interactions with people whom you care about, and not to forget that delicious Ramly burger that contributed to my full stomach. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ramly: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;Bersih&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;, halal, bermutu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; How appropriate is it, for a Generation-709 Malaysian to have the burger on a Saturday. Well, technically it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied appetite, empty bladder, happy heart, body poised in a restful state right in front of my own home, looking at the stars above in the cool midnight breeze; how much more can one actually ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mother would let me, I'd rather sleep outside tonight, without any roof in between this beautiful night sky and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-9134506958702502435?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9134506958702502435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=9134506958702502435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/9134506958702502435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/9134506958702502435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-26.html' title='November 26'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7027211827071126056</id><published>2011-11-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:40:00.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It will be Christmas' Eve in one month's time. Amazing how time flies! There were times I wanted it to freeze; times I wanted it to pace slowly; also times when I just wanted it to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things change, many things are changing, in this short time. I am faced with a changes and challenges ahead. No need to nag about what had happened in the past lah. Some were happy memories; others otherwise. Currently, what can I say? I am under a rather significant amount of stress, significant enough for me to take notice of and start sweating. A certain amount of stress is definitely good for a person, but I'm just a little worried of being unable to meet the standards required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?? If I am not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be Christmas' Eve in one month's time.Amazing how time flies! But now I'm not sure how fast I wish time would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain...&lt;/i&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/4294631152219059234-7027211827071126056?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7027211827071126056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7027211827071126056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7027211827071126056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7027211827071126056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-24.html' title='November 24'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-48047371977381141</id><published>2011-11-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:32:56.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Lim Teh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1TZuM-2AF8/TsfKUOZN2_I/AAAAAAAAADk/r6yZD5xk0kM/s1600/1026_2890-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1TZuM-2AF8/TsfKUOZN2_I/AAAAAAAAADk/r6yZD5xk0kM/s400/1026_2890-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man needs friends. It has been some time since I last enjoyed some tea and chat.&lt;br /&gt;Man has a life to live. Study, work, schedules and deadlines. In the midst of all these things, how can I find time to sit down and drink some tea? Besides, where to find people to sit down with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing weary here. In need of company, not the caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kawan-kawan dan ahli-ahli keluarga&lt;/i&gt;, sit down with me, I'll buy you tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-48047371977381141?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/48047371977381141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=48047371977381141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/48047371977381141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/48047371977381141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/lim-teh.html' title='Lim Teh!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1TZuM-2AF8/TsfKUOZN2_I/AAAAAAAAADk/r6yZD5xk0kM/s72-c/1026_2890-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4089814573718302056</id><published>2011-11-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:59:03.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>eBay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I purchased a camera accessory online few weeks back. And just yesterday, guess what I found- the same item; only cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a battery grip which allows me to load two batteries into the camera instead of just one. I placed bids for it on eBay but made sure whatever I was about to pay was less than what the camera shops charge. And I managed to win the bidding, apparently. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not so happy, having seen what I found on the same website yesterday. That is, the same battery grip. But cheaper! Worse still, no need to bid; just buy. Even worse still, it comes with two additional batteries. Now I wish I never knew about such a deal. Blamed myself for not waiting. But how could I have known? Or anybody else too, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no need to regret. The purchase I made was good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;No complaints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observation of my own expression of feelings above is a phenomenon called hindsight bias. The &lt;i&gt;"If I had known..."&lt;/i&gt; feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4089814573718302056?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4089814573718302056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4089814573718302056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4089814573718302056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4089814573718302056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/ebay.html' title='eBay!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6680105252283990797</id><published>2011-11-09T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T01:45:11.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Deadlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Due dates, due dates and due dates... They're coming one by one!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be a rather stressful semester for me, personally, apparently. I foresee myself working under pressures of deadlines in the near future. Even now, I currently have a video submission due on Friday when I only just started filming &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;. Take note, it was only the beginning of the project that my group was at, this afternoon. And to make things more exciting, none of us are experts on video editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about other more important modules? There are tutorials and in-course assessments to prepare for; while I am still struggling with procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I do not wish to die because of these deadlines.&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/4294631152219059234-6680105252283990797?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6680105252283990797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6680105252283990797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6680105252283990797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6680105252283990797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3909202279332496812</id><published>2011-11-08T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:38:41.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But no peanut butter! Stuck for about 5 hours on the road for a 3-hour journey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it again, it is actually not that bad. Many people have probably experienced worse. It was a weekend and public holiday, thus explains the condition of the traffic that I got caught in. During last week, I knew to expect a traffic jam the moment I heard of bus tickets being sold out unusually early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a good weekend at home. Got jam, no peanut butter; No complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to snap a picture of the queue for the bus(es) from Johore Baru to Singapore, but decided to quickly join a queue before I needed to wait much farther behind. However a few acquaintances and I eventually decided to share a "taxi" to spare ourselves all the queueing up for buses and squeezing with commuters. Albeit paying much more than compared to taking the bus. &lt;strike&gt;waste&lt;/strike&gt; Spend money- save time, save energy. Otherwise it would be crazy! To even think of all the waiting time, could already make me sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, seated before my notebook. Sweating after unpacking the bags and cleaning up my room. Here I am, about to take a shower followed by a long-awaited rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3909202279332496812?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3909202279332496812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3909202279332496812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3909202279332496812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3909202279332496812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/jam.html' title='Jam'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2243688518497124823</id><published>2011-11-07T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:34:27.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Time to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Soon. This is the kind of packing which I absolutely dislike and find not much joy in doing. Every weekend needs to come to an end. I'm lucky that today is a public holiday, it saved me the Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm packing, got to go in approximately half a day's time. My bus leaves this evening and a traffic jam shall be expected. Am trying not to think about it to much now, lest it spoil my mood for breakfast and lunch, perhaps tea. Really glad to be able to meet up with many of my 'best' friends this time round, there aren't many, you see. But hey, really glad. To also have been able to spent time with family, means quite a bit to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather satisfied with this trip home &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. Nothing to complain about, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I even had the opportunity to see that my sister has started driving. Haha! Feeling proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Everyone have a good week ahead!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all Muslims!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/4294631152219059234-2243688518497124823?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2243688518497124823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2243688518497124823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2243688518497124823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2243688518497124823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-go.html' title='Time to go'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-66326623378123181</id><published>2011-11-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:52:34.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Thursday night packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Don't you just love packing for home? Well, I just can't wait to board the bus tomorrow evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing now, happily doing so albeit this may be my final weekend home until Christmas. Going back to celebrate mother's birthday, then I plan not to succumb to homesickness too easily anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing now, mother's gift among the stuff to be brought back. Not to forget my family's Christmas presents. It isn't too early to have already gone shopping for Christmas, is it? Don't worry, will wait until Christmas before we open them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this might be a final weekend home until Christmas, I'm filled with excitement and a little pinch of sadness. Nevertheless, anticipating a fruitful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to packing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-66326623378123181?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/66326623378123181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=66326623378123181&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/66326623378123181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/66326623378123181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-night-packing.html' title='Thursday night packing'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1578899340608256924</id><published>2011-10-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:14:08.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Deepavali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Spent the public holiday with my mom and sis in Singapore. I wanted to go home actually, but they sounded more than eager for a short holiday. I assume their point was to visit me more than just visiting an expensive city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USwkuK97Yac/TqllsgghiKI/AAAAAAAAACg/4OE8OTHW4KU/s1600/1026_2869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USwkuK97Yac/TqllsgghiKI/AAAAAAAAACg/4OE8OTHW4KU/s320/1026_2869.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had no idea where to bring them. But we had a good time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my short, two-night family time that ended this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my parents recall, the last time I went to the Science Centre, Singapore, I was too young even to remember the trip. My mother brought me there before; now I brought her there myself. Surprise, surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1578899340608256924?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1578899340608256924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1578899340608256924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1578899340608256924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1578899340608256924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-deepavali.html' title='My Deepavali'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USwkuK97Yac/TqllsgghiKI/AAAAAAAAACg/4OE8OTHW4KU/s72-c/1026_2869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2081194616615151886</id><published>2011-10-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:15:23.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>FREE international shipping?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's a Friday, yahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently misplaced a camera charger and USB cable. Just can't seem to find them anywhere in Kluang or Singapore, talking about the places where I live, not the whole cities. Have been searching high and low especially for my charger because it is expensive to replace. Maybe this is how Nikon makes money, selling their chargers at high prices because consumers need to charge their batteries and for some people, like me, may have second thoughts on going for third party chargers. Batteries as well, for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Amazon to "shop" around, signed up for an account just a few hours ago. The prices were really attractive! By the end of my shopping spree I ended up with a few more other items in my cart. An extra battery, USB cable and a few more simple accessories. Being very happy with the good deals discovered, I keyed in a debit card number and some other personal details to place the order. Lo and behold, Amazon tells me what the shipment is going to cost! The value of the goods were almost only half of the shipping fees. That nearly made me choke on my own saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later found out that shipping a USB cable alone, from the United States to Singapore, costs around US$15. Forger about the heavier items like batteries or even lenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What upsets me? From the beginning, I was informed on the website that shipment was going to be free if purchases exceeded a certain sum, which mine qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2081194616615151886?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2081194616615151886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2081194616615151886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2081194616615151886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2081194616615151886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/free-international-shipping.html' title='FREE international shipping?'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6453986278820500677</id><published>2011-10-16T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:24:06.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>New semester ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Looking to the second semester of the second year, in my pursuit towards a diploma in nursing.&lt;br /&gt;I have now come to the end of my holidays. Might as well, since nearly all of my peers are currently busy with their studies. Guess we'll have to wait till Christmas to hang out together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays weren't long, but I have no complaints! Had a rather good time already. It was a good break for me. Enough time. Adequate rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes another semester. A cycle to complete once again. Feel blur for the first week, get the hang of things in the first month, get busy with schoolwork by the middle of semester, then start to relax a bit as the in-course assessments are done one by one, the stress builds up as the final examinations near, then &lt;i&gt;pooof&lt;/i&gt;! Holidays again. Go through this cycle a few more times and then graduate. Oh! Pardon me, forgot to add clinical attachments in between here and there. Come to think of it, I'll be working sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, am going to enter into the beginning of a new cycle very very soon, so I call it- start of a new semester.&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings are tough. Am in need of strength, in need of perseverance, to pull through. Keeping up with my cumulative academic results is not going to be easy. We'll see how it goes! Step by step, by step, by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, of course I feel sad to leave Kluang again lah! Hahaha... But hey, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Kluang! God bless Malaysia! God bless Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6453986278820500677?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6453986278820500677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6453986278820500677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6453986278820500677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6453986278820500677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-semester-ahead.html' title='New semester ahead'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693670846759150589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7taAv5-49E/TpXCYcUrKqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WiBD6-uR6jg/s220/IMG_0911-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7441401448627008670</id><published>2011-10-12T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:47:32.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yo! Good morning! How's everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for my recent absence from blogging. Having a holiday; had a good weekend with great friends. I had the opportunity to visit friends a family in Kuala Lumpur and Tanjung Malim. No need to explain where are these places, thanks to Google Maps. Anyway the bus ride wasn't easy. Salutes to those who travel longer distances. Double salutes to those who do it regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my loved ones are fun. Am very grateful for their time and hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;To whom it may concern, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you for your weekend and company. The car rides and even food treats. May God bless you all in health and schoolwork.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7441401448627008670?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7441401448627008670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7441401448627008670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7441401448627008670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7441401448627008670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/wassup.html' title='Wassup?'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4905928161259802122</id><published>2011-10-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:37:19.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Itchy legs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I do not understand why. But could not help but notice that ever since I came back to Kluang for this semestral break, mosquitoes have been more than keen to suck on my legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where do all the mosquitoes come from. Perhaps it is due to the weather that they are becoming abundant in numbers? Or has my blood become sweeter after the donation? Oh yeah, oh yeah, I donated blood for the first time. In Kluang some few weeks back. Giving back to society in the form of blood has always been what I wanted to do, just needed to wait for the right opportunity. First time leh! Must at least do it in where I was born and raised mah, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. My legs have lately been particularly attractive to mosquitoes, it seems. Well pardon me for sounding so self-centered. I just don't see other people scratching besides myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why lah? Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darn you mosquitoes! Shall I drink poison and hence poison you to death?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4905928161259802122?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4905928161259802122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4905928161259802122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4905928161259802122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4905928161259802122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/itchy-legs.html' title='Itchy legs!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1228523191339608364</id><published>2011-09-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:03:44.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Elaine's 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Had a good day with my family, Dad's off day as well. No work for him, mom retired, no school for me. So we picked my sis up from school and went for lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnertime came, I drove us out for a simple meal upon picking up a cake mom ordered.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza! At a relatively new place opened in Kluang. It's a franchise anyway, so nothing much to shout about. But, pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I known, however, that they used polystyrene and paper even for dine-ins, I would have brought us to elsewhere to celebrate Elaine's birthday. Anyway, the pizzas were good but this will be our last visit there. Calling for delivery next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_SgBTJBB_0/ToH3C13pDyI/AAAAAAAABAU/micll0TULQs/s1600/0927_2822-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_SgBTJBB_0/ToH3C13pDyI/AAAAAAAABAU/micll0TULQs/s320/0927_2822-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy birthday, Elaine! May God bless you and this family abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1228523191339608364?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1228523191339608364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1228523191339608364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1228523191339608364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1228523191339608364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/celebrating-elaines-18th.html' title='Celebrating Elaine&apos;s 18th'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_SgBTJBB_0/ToH3C13pDyI/AAAAAAAABAU/micll0TULQs/s72-c/0927_2822-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7231101155726328141</id><published>2011-09-25T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:54:51.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The hot sun is in the sky, I was washing the car outside. In my shorts and botak head, I stood under the hot sun in the sky washing my(mom's) car outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a long time since I did so. Apparently some bird decided to do its business when the car was parked under a tree, it was kind enough to leave us a sample. Looked like it had diarrhoea. No complaints though. I still like Big Bird from Sesame Street, maybe because he doesn't poop on peoples' cars. Or heads, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling I might have gotten myself a tanned a little whilst washing the car, since I took so long. Haha... May get tanner anyhow, it's holiday for me now! Anyway have a good week ahead, everybody! May God bless you all with a good weather as you go on with various activities of daily living wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7231101155726328141?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7231101155726328141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7231101155726328141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7231101155726328141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7231101155726328141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/hot-sun.html' title='Hot sun'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1969727934063341247</id><published>2011-09-21T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:20:33.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cheap mooncakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm starting to feel a little more&lt;i&gt; auntie&lt;/i&gt; than I used to be. Allow me to attempt explaining this in the following sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and search it up on Google or Yahoo! regarding the Mid-Autumn Festival if you do not already know what it is. Anyhow, you just need to know that in the culture where I was raised and socialised in, mooncakes are associated with the festival mentioned. It's always a fulll-moon whenever the festival is celebrated. As a child, I grew up playing with lanterns and candles every Mid-Autumn Festival. The adults in my extended family would gather in the night, eat mooncakes and pomelos; while the children play with lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, for the record, it is Mid-autumn; not mooncake festival! Just so you all know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, where was I? Talking about cheap mooncakes. Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;You see, the festival is over and people have stop playing with lanterns. Thus the prices of mooncakes drop during this time of the year. This evening I was at a neighbourhood bakery for tomorrow's breakfast and perhaps dinner. Went down to buy bread as I saw some "3 for $1" mooncakes! The &lt;i&gt;auntie spirit&lt;/i&gt; within me grew stronger and propelled me to grab 3 mooncakes, of course. And no, I wouldn't be able to finish 6, 9 or more mooncakes in that arithmetic progression, all by myself(going home) in 3 days. Yeah, so I bought 3 extra mooncakes other than the bread I went there for in the first place. To my surprise for &lt;b&gt;$10 extra&lt;/b&gt;! So I read the sign wrongly. It was supposed to be "3 for $10" instead of $1. Sigh! Unfortunately I wasn't &lt;i&gt;auntie&lt;/i&gt; enough to return the mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Auntie Joel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4294631152219059234-1969727934063341247?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1969727934063341247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1969727934063341247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1969727934063341247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1969727934063341247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheap-mooncakes.html' title='Cheap mooncakes'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6837622911571508953</id><published>2011-09-17T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:56:28.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise words?'/><title type='text'>First week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Satu minggu sudah lalu! The first week of my mental health posting has passed. And I had a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoying myself there, making friends with a few very interesting persons. Among them are a NASA astronaut, Zoro, Octimus Prime, etc. Oh I forgot to mention, all of these are the same person. Haha! This guy is a real fun to talk to. He's very funny, very original. Very much different from the rest of my "normal" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Deviance is interesting; average is over-rated!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, a friend reminded me. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carpe diem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the best out of my remaining time in the mental institution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6837622911571508953?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6837622911571508953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6837622911571508953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6837622911571508953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6837622911571508953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-week.html' title='First week'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1310758199260272015</id><published>2011-09-16T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:23:48.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Undilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-1hllAhSXLA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1310758199260272015?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1310758199260272015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1310758199260272015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1310758199260272015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1310758199260272015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/undilah.html' title='Undilah'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-1hllAhSXLA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6961751694756788886</id><published>2011-09-12T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T06:08:33.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><title type='text'>Dua minggu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hello people! Greetings and blessings to all who are starting a new academic year in your various places of higher education. As for me I am ending mine with two weeks of clinical attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I am posted to a mental institution. Some feel frightened, probably due to certain impressions and stigma toward mental health patients. I am not sure. In contrary I am rather excited about visiting a mental hospital. Really look forward to meet and get to know some interesting persons. Although I don't see myself making long-term friends, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks before my long-awaited holidays, of three weeks(only), by the way. No complaints! Hahaha... Just excited about this two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6961751694756788886?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6961751694756788886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6961751694756788886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6961751694756788886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6961751694756788886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/dua-minggu.html' title='Dua minggu'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-8279121710055404669</id><published>2011-08-31T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:00:15.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWIkHbqM3Y/Tl5ZYt5QbtI/AAAAAAAABAE/EtFYJT29ipE/s1600/0831_2788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWIkHbqM3Y/Tl5ZYt5QbtI/AAAAAAAABAE/EtFYJT29ipE/s400/0831_2788.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I should let the picture speak. Here's a picture of my painting today. Happy Independence Day to my country. Where I was born and raised, and where I wish to grow old and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long long while since I last picked up a paint brush.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the deformed flag. This is what some people call "being creative" thus I shall gladly use creativity as an excuse for the &lt;strike&gt;art&lt;/strike&gt;work I created. Felt like a child doing this for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-8279121710055404669?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8279121710055404669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=8279121710055404669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8279121710055404669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8279121710055404669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-malaysia.html' title='Happy birthday, Malaysia!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWIkHbqM3Y/Tl5ZYt5QbtI/AAAAAAAABAE/EtFYJT29ipE/s72-c/0831_2788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-155848578649085751</id><published>2011-08-30T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:23:27.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I am at home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;For now. Kluang is still the place to be, where I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, I did not enter a polling station during the Singapore Presidential Election 2011. Someone took over to push Mr. W into the voting area and I waited outside, as predicted by myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home now, for the semester's &lt;strike&gt;holidays&lt;/strike&gt;. Two consecutive clinical postings to begin coming Monday. One week in a government clinic followed by two weeks in a mental health institution. I have to say this, I am so looking forward to the two weeks in that mental hospital! Feeling very excited about serving, learning from, and of course getting to know people who are interesting. &lt;b&gt;Deviance is interesting. Normal is dull.&lt;/b&gt; Can I hear someone say "Amen"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home now. Aiming to seek a balance between catching up with friends; and spending time with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-155848578649085751?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/155848578649085751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=155848578649085751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/155848578649085751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/155848578649085751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-at-home.html' title='I am at home!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2966300713752351943</id><published>2011-08-27T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:31:11.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><title type='text'>I'm going to the polling station!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's presidential election!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Mr. W again yesterday as my finals were over. He asked me to come by again today. He needed someone to bring him downstairs to the nearest polling station. The man wants to practise his right as a citizen to cast a vote for the potential president he favours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am guessing that I MIGHT just be able to enter the polling station with Mr. W as an entry pass. I MIGHT just be able to go in as his caregiver. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... I'm guessing some guys on duty would just take over from me to assist Mr. W, wheelchairs provided! Not that we'll be needing one from them as Mr. W has his own. But still, wheelchairs provided. So are relevant personnel available to help. Good news to all who need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the bus last night and came to take notice of how well(conparatively) Singapore treats the physically disabled. A bus driver would help a passenger on wheelchair, or a blind one, or of old age up the bus before letting the rest of the passengers in. All of a sudden I feel that my country may not be understanding enough to her own physically and mentally-challenged citizens, yet. So much so that if my child were on crutches, I would never feel easy about letting him/her step out of my front gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to think about. Hoping that the government, NGOs and various groups, even individuals like you and I, will work towards giving aid to handicaps in our own ways; including getting rid of any form of prejudice against them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's presidential election! Off I go to take Mr. W out for a walk.&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/4294631152219059234-2966300713752351943?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2966300713752351943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2966300713752351943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2966300713752351943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2966300713752351943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-going-to-polling-station.html' title='I&apos;m going to the polling station!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-663401601275159214</id><published>2011-08-22T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:50:37.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon 50mm F1.8D for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;LENS FOR SALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9yGtkPcFzQ/TlIlSCYiNhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/p1fEmU9K9mc/s1600/0822_2729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9yGtkPcFzQ/TlIlSCYiNhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/p1fEmU9K9mc/s200/0822_2729.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4cgKsO8yX8/TlIlWdj4nQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h599cp6of_Q/s1600/0822_2733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4cgKsO8yX8/TlIlWdj4nQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h599cp6of_Q/s320/0822_2733.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Less than one year old, very well maintained. I take very good care of my lenses. Trust me.(on this, you really can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason for selling: Upgrade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:worshiper91@yahoo.com"&gt;worshiper91@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; to make a deal. This offer is open to all who are living in Malaysia(preferably Johore) and Singapore only. So sorry if you are interested but living elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-663401601275159214?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/663401601275159214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=663401601275159214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/663401601275159214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/663401601275159214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/nikon-50mm-f18d-for-sale.html' title='Nikon 50mm F1.8D for sale!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9yGtkPcFzQ/TlIlSCYiNhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/p1fEmU9K9mc/s72-c/0822_2729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3379839136831939960</id><published>2011-08-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:34:10.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Of camera accessories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;And stuff, like flashguns, various lenses for various functions, heck, even battery grips. Information about all these things keep coming to my computer screen as I browse through reviews after reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember starting from photography tips and tutorials. I was on Youtube for a break, it's a Friday, you know? Am in the midst of my final examinations this semester, by the way. Anyway, how did I end up on eBay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New found interest in photography- I sometimes wonder whether it is a passion or a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to want, so limited cash at hand.&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to learn to budget, or to say "No" to all these things first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3379839136831939960?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3379839136831939960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3379839136831939960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3379839136831939960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3379839136831939960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-camera-accessories.html' title='Of camera accessories'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-5765058560826040541</id><published>2011-08-12T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:02:02.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Left Singapore first thing in the morning cos I couldn't wait to be in Malaysia, home in Kluang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a good day today. Happy birthday, Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who did anything at all for my birthday this year, thank you! For all the wishes, acts of kindness and your time. Even to all who did not, but are still my friends, I appreciate you just as much. Thanks for being a blessing in my life if you had ever been so, no matter in how small a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually birthdays just do not mean so much to me as compared to most people. Because I believe in being nice to friends and family &lt;i&gt;consistently&lt;/i&gt;; not just once a year. However, honestly speaking, it feels good when your friends are extra nice to you for the day. Hehe! For me today, it was a time to count blessings and be reminded of friends and family who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to more and more years of quality friendship! To the wonderful people of Kluang.&lt;br /&gt;To those whom I got to know in Singapore, thanks for your acceptance and tolerance. I wish to build stronger, lasting friendships. Hope you wish the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed to know that I am blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-5765058560826040541?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5765058560826040541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=5765058560826040541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5765058560826040541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5765058560826040541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-day_12.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3056695839107858725</id><published>2011-08-12T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T02:00:40.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Good day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, I had been having a bit of mood swings lately. But got relatively happier and more excited as my birthday approaches.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a little meal where a few friends gathered for my birthday's sake. By the way, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked into house door with a rather glad feeling. Besides, I want to be on my way home once the sun starts shining. Will go back to packing once I'm done with what I want to express right now. Passport in my bag already. Can't wait to be back and hope to meet some friends in Kluang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the happy feelings. Upon tweeting, "It's gonna be a good day!" I read the news. And upon browsing through the Malaysian news, I started to feel an urge to delete that post from Twitter. News, to affect you. This is not the first time for me. No need further elaboration thus allow me to digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel sad. To see(and hear about) the state of the nation where I was born and brought up in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel angry. To see(and hear about) unrighteous men going about their business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel hurt. To see the indifference or fear in people regarding the possibility of changes for the better, for Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too enthusiastic for a better government(and governing) for the nation, or are the people around me too skeptical? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still believe Malaysia will see a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3056695839107858725?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3056695839107858725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3056695839107858725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3056695839107858725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3056695839107858725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-day.html' title='Good day?'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-5053289768375349535</id><published>2011-08-09T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:30:12.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Lazy morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's National Day in this city state called Singapore. Anyway I wouldn't have many lessons even if it weren't a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole morning in my room. And suddenly started missing home despite having just left Kluang only yesterday. I can sense the emotional roller coaster moving up and down in larger amplitudes today. With no apparent reason, at least none that I consciously know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13RGYMEmNPs/TkDFo0D2evI/AAAAAAAAA_w/P_0lpV52OsA/s1600/0809_2631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13RGYMEmNPs/TkDFo0D2evI/AAAAAAAAA_w/P_0lpV52OsA/s320/0809_2631.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my heart just longs to be where it belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-5053289768375349535?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5053289768375349535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=5053289768375349535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5053289768375349535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5053289768375349535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/lazy-morning.html' title='Lazy morning'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13RGYMEmNPs/TkDFo0D2evI/AAAAAAAAA_w/P_0lpV52OsA/s72-c/0809_2631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-5822236514671513820</id><published>2011-08-07T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:58:18.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know it's 2 o'clock in the morning. Sometimes I would be still awake at such an hour; not this time, however. Anyhow I am awake, but was woken up by my own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dream I could remember vividly, I was reporting for National Service again. Looking for the appropriate people to look for, selecting a bed to sleep on, fighting for the bed though not physically. Et cetera. Et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To even the slightest thought that I needed to go through NS again, I can't really think of any more undesirable/unpleasant events. I probably cried in my sleep, definitely sweated in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now praying that God would watch my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-5822236514671513820?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5822236514671513820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=5822236514671513820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5822236514671513820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5822236514671513820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2319320479301318596</id><published>2011-08-02T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:24:09.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>2 more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;And I will be on my way home for the weekend. No classes this Friday, so... I'm going home! To the place where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;The only lecture I need to attend on Fridays are no more. Thus needless to head to college. Will be on my way home after my last lesson on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lectures, today is my first day without lecture. Well, as far as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home for the weekend and returning to Singapore for another week of classes. At first I thought it was a bit redundant to travel just for a weekend before the final week of lessons. However, mother called. My driving licence expires on August 9. Therefore I need to get it renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my &lt;strike&gt;excuse&lt;/strike&gt; reason for heading home this long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Kluang, here I come. Friends, date me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2319320479301318596?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2319320479301318596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2319320479301318596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2319320479301318596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2319320479301318596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4172153404694548333</id><published>2011-08-02T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T00:25:20.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>2 more weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Of classes, and I shall officially await examinations and clinical attachment. For this semester, the first half of Year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable looks pleasant now with regards to lectures and tutorials. As it is nearing the end of semester, many classes have already been completed. Presentations done, tests and stuff too, are basically almost over. No more need for half of all the lectures, consolidations done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More free time. Getting ready for exams as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have time in school. 2 more weeks, though fewer contact lessons. Gotta maintain my 100% attendance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4172153404694548333?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4172153404694548333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4172153404694548333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4172153404694548333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4172153404694548333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-more-weeks.html' title='2 more weeks'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6821188694998461252</id><published>2011-07-27T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:28:13.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Namewee's Nasi Lemak 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="286" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zo8vQqMRMRQ?rel=0" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget film, Malaysian talent. Strong spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be worth watching. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Something I must watch, maybe you should too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6821188694998461252?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6821188694998461252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6821188694998461252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6821188694998461252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6821188694998461252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/namewees-nasi-lemak-20.html' title='Namewee&apos;s Nasi Lemak 2.0'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zo8vQqMRMRQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7898793001183677316</id><published>2011-07-26T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:33:57.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Hair for Hope 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;An initiative by the Children's Cancer Foundation of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;To raise awareness in the public regarding childhood cancer, and to show the affected children support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAdm02flK7k/Ti4K706c8qI/AAAAAAAAA_k/daOW1G_ryRU/s1600/0724_2558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAdm02flK7k/Ti4K706c8qI/AAAAAAAAA_k/daOW1G_ryRU/s400/0724_2558.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took part, as a shavee! I shaved!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! To think that Joel Yap would ever shave his head bald. Worse still, voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to all who supported me. By encouragement, action as well as cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7898793001183677316?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7898793001183677316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7898793001183677316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7898793001183677316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7898793001183677316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/hair-for-hope-2011.html' title='Hair for Hope 2011'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAdm02flK7k/Ti4K706c8qI/AAAAAAAAA_k/daOW1G_ryRU/s72-c/0724_2558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4628589492876048657</id><published>2011-07-17T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:53:04.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>$1 haircut</title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE, where I spent this weekend. Had to cancel my trip back home for a few reasons. Was forced to make a hard decision to not go home, thus could not make it for a few meal appointments. My sincere apologies to whom affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the long story short, I did what I had to do and went to the places I had to go in Singapore. Just came back to where I live. Two days of moving about ends with a haircut. "Hair salon opening promotion," I stumble upon an advertisement while waiting for the bus. Haircut for $1, colour for $19 and other promotional prices which I did not pay attention to. Enough of living with messy hair for a week or two now. I like mine short, or long; but it has been neither here nor there. And it is irritating because all the hair do not seem to get in the right place, everyday is a bad hair day for me when it is of a certain length. Wait, I signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.hairforhope.org.sg/index.php?/home"&gt;Hair for Hope&lt;/a&gt; 2011 and will be shaving my head next Sunday! Never mind lah, one dollar only. Try loh, even though it will only last for one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been living in Kiasu-land long enough, it might just be inevitable for one to pick up some of the local culture. Free-must-take! Got queue sure good! So cheap? Buy lah! Et cetera. Et cetera. Et cetera. So I stepped into the hair salon to get my $1 haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business seemed good. Such low prices at such good location. Good news for them; bad news for me. Anyway I decided to stay on and wait since I had time before calling it a day. On a chair, I was seated, watching the busy hairdressers walking past &lt;strike&gt;and pretending not to see me&lt;/strike&gt;. Leave my complaints out of this blog post. I waited for an hour, finally someone realised the existence of the guy who had been reading Teohlogy all alone quietly. And that someone started cutting my hair. Felt a slight regret for my greed the moment his scissors started working on my head. Totally forgot that it was near to the end of a Sunday, worse still, a promotion period. Bad choice to get your hair cut by busy and tired people. Fortunately I was getting my head shaved next Sunday, so I didn't care much. Of course, a simple and casual conversation took place. Allow me to skip all the boring stuff and bring you to the essence of my point. He asked if I were interested in obtaining a membership card so I could enjoy their services at discounted prices in future. "No, thanks. I do not live around here, which is too far to travel just for haircuts." I responded. Upon showing my lack of interest in a membership, the chap stopped showing interest in our conversation. I didn't mind. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I felt like a nuisance. Something unpleasant. A chore to do. A task to perform. Most importantly, the haircut was bad(no pictures needed) and I shall spare myself the embarrassment of showing you a photograph. Well, what to expect when you're paying just a dollar? It was a long day for the hairdressers, a benefit of doubt I am willing to give. I did not enjoy my experience in the hair salon. I do not wish to name any names, not necessary. I paid $1 for the service they offered, which was dueful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4628589492876048657?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4628589492876048657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4628589492876048657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4628589492876048657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4628589492876048657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-haircut.html' title='$1 haircut'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-222289765323638047</id><published>2011-07-16T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:11:44.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Confused and tired</title><content type='html'>It was a tiring day spent in various parts of Singapore today. Had to run some errands and meet friends at different locations. Besides I took the opportunity to also go window shopping. Dropped by a few camera shops to look for good bargains for a bag, tripod stand and perhaps some lenses in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lots of walking today. Good time out.&lt;/span&gt; From all those schoolwork piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, I decided to give a concert a miss. Some praise and worship band from Taiwan is currently in Singapore. My friends were going and I wanted to tag along. In the end my body had to rest so they went ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train back I did not resist sitting down at the reserved-for-elderly/pregnant/handicapped-seat as there were no more other seats available. I figured I was merely occupying it to make sure that I could give it up to someone who needed it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired me, confused me, felt a loss of energy as the train moved. Was practically semi-unconscious! Kept falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired me, now has a confused tiredness. Am back to my place, just took a bath. Strangely, now I feel less tired, though I know that I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; tired. This is confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-222289765323638047?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/222289765323638047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=222289765323638047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/222289765323638047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/222289765323638047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/confused-and-tired.html' title='Confused and tired'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-673839880937748806</id><published>2011-07-16T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:26:45.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Char Kway Tiau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bofv_VuraBU/TiB4N8Pug8I/AAAAAAAAA_c/6ZQbdV1j9uY/s1600/0623_2463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bofv_VuraBU/TiB4N8Pug8I/AAAAAAAAA_c/6ZQbdV1j9uY/s400/0623_2463.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture taken in Penang. One morning, having breakfast at a coffee shop with my mates during our little roadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsespecting Joel Yap ordered for a plate, not knowing that it tasted so good he had to go for a second helping! He usually doesn't do so unless it was great. And&lt;i&gt; it&lt;/i&gt; was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly my favourite char kway tiau from Kluang, when I was a boy. It was fried and prepared by a woman in her middle age. At a little stall from some old and run-down hawker centre. Not the kind of place that people with class would favour, nor would they wish to be seen at. The food was very good and I kept going back for more, until of course, she stopped doing business there. I remember feeling depressed upon learning that she no longer sold char kway tiau. Probably retired as she could never be seen at any other hawker centres in Kluang anymore. Trust me I still look out for her char kway tiau whenever I eat out even to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I never really fancied the delicacy ever since. But the one I enjoyed in Penang was really good. Although not better than the best in Kluang, in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-673839880937748806?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/673839880937748806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=673839880937748806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/673839880937748806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/673839880937748806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/char-kway-tiau.html' title='Char Kway Tiau'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bofv_VuraBU/TiB4N8Pug8I/AAAAAAAAA_c/6ZQbdV1j9uY/s72-c/0623_2463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3993698264680113597</id><published>2011-07-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:30:14.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up late</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;YES I CAN&lt;/b&gt; afford to wake up later in the morning tomorrow, compared to my usual Tuesdays. Just wonder how late I would actually get out from bed. Am not exactly the type to sleep till the sun stands tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a few classes cancelled this week. Planning not to waste the extra few free hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read up on coming topics? Revise for tests? Prepare for presentations? Clean my room??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, man. I have a couple of books to read too, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway mommy is in Singapore. Tomorrow morning is to be spent with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3993698264680113597?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3993698264680113597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3993698264680113597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3993698264680113597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3993698264680113597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/waking-up-late.html' title='Waking up late'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3872718061987706304</id><published>2011-07-08T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T06:51:20.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up early</title><content type='html'>Got up extra early this morning despite sleeping late last night. Lesson: Try not to pile up work and yet go out in the evening to print T-shirts, and eat out like there's no class the next day. Anyway, I had a good evening yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I got up at 3AM. Making my sleep lasting probably less than 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, I just woke up at such a weird time in the night. And so I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some thinking for the weekend ahead. Wondering how to plan my schedules, stuff to do and whatever not. Not forgetting allocating time for schoolwork as well. Besides that, I also managed to do some last minute packing. Leaving for home in approximately 12 hours from now. Feeling great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up so early in the middle of the night, or morning for that matter, it felt less 'heavy' as I turned to my schoolwork. Many upcoming presentations one after another, starting next week. Already feeling stressed, and you can tell by taking a look at the pimples appearing on the skin on my face. The next few weeks are gonna be as easy-going as the first half of the semester! Looking forward to examinations. Yes, I do prefer exams over presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a bit bored, I started to cut my own hair. One thing I planned to do since before entering college. Did it! Well, it's obvious that I don't really care much about how my hair looks anymore, as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Packing for school, packing for home...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3872718061987706304?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3872718061987706304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3872718061987706304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3872718061987706304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3872718061987706304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/waking-up-early.html' title='Waking up early'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7941128963027304430</id><published>2011-07-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:11:55.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;And God said, "let there be food!" and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my friends had shifted into their new flat and held a simple house warming party last Saturday. I had been having dinner there with them since then. Daily.&lt;br /&gt;See how good it is when God provides. He knows our needs and more importantly, He is good. My friends needed a place to stay. They get to rent a flat from a couple of good owners, at a reasonable price. And I get to eat their food. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is nice dining together. Really enjoy their fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have food, we have laughter. What more shall I want?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend? Nah, that can wait. At this point of time, I believe proper friendships are more important. Excuse me, at all points of time. Anyway, I am living happy days now. Who like to eat alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7941128963027304430?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7941128963027304430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7941128963027304430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7941128963027304430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7941128963027304430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/dinner.html' title='Dinner!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7809009812325438191</id><published>2011-06-30T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:32:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Here at Ang Mo Kio, in my rented place, at 8.30AM feeling the pressures coming from the stressors of the day. Knowing there will be more stressors in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed I don't even have much time to write anymore. Really need some proper time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start at 11 today. I shall happily go back to sleep very soon.&lt;br /&gt;However it is raining now, actually got up to close windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope the rain stops before I start walking to school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7809009812325438191?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7809009812325438191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7809009812325438191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7809009812325438191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7809009812325438191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-i-am.html' title='There I am'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-5465154851541703961</id><published>2011-06-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T16:29:25.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off I go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;2 short weeks, my break, over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; tonight. Classes tomorrow. Expecting busier days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Had a very good 2 weeks. Satisfied.&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/4294631152219059234-5465154851541703961?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5465154851541703961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=5465154851541703961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5465154851541703961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5465154851541703961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/off-i-go.html' title='Off I go'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-9181023059935781541</id><published>2011-06-25T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:12:56.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Starry tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had a good few days trip to Penang. Spent the day in Kuala Lumpur too. Dropped by Tangkak for some dinner just now, on the way back to Kluang. Noticed the stars while in Tangkak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm finally home and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I drank too much tea for dinner. Am going to admire the night sky outside my house gate now.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps with some beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-9181023059935781541?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9181023059935781541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=9181023059935781541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/9181023059935781541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/9181023059935781541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/starry-tonight.html' title='Starry tonight'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6233887309509626788</id><published>2011-06-20T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:34:35.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Caleb Low - The Man and the Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="292" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UszlrDjfvw0" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of a man trying to open a door. Trying out in numerous ways to do so, but he was supposed to pull it; not push.&lt;br /&gt;Great idea, Caleb! This is fun. Keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caleb is a childhood best friend of mine. We grew up and did silly stuff together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6233887309509626788?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6233887309509626788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6233887309509626788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6233887309509626788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6233887309509626788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/caleb-low-man-and-door.html' title='Caleb Low - The Man and the Door'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UszlrDjfvw0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-8137164107478365940</id><published>2011-06-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:54:51.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Just drove home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;From Pagoh this morning. Went there to pick up my sister from her National Service camp. Mom and I drove up in the morning after a simple breakfast and then took Elaine to another simple breakfast. And we all skipped lunch today because the breakfast was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is Elaine home??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the gracious NS camp gave all its trainees a few days' break. And why? To be fair to these young poor things since there aren't many public holidays falling on their calendar. Compared to other batches, there are "bigger" holidays like Chinese New Year and Deepavali. This term doesn't have many public holidays, so give them off. How nice! &lt;br /&gt;Being fair is one thing; is the Jabatan Latihan Khidmat Negara being sane? Don't get me wrong, I love having my sister back at home. And would very much prefer if she had nothing to do with NS at all, in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;No public holidays, so &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; some for them. Very nice. Very good. Very thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Very FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our dear government doing more and more nonsense lah I think we, the &lt;i&gt;rakyat&lt;/i&gt;, should give them a break too!&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/4294631152219059234-8137164107478365940?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8137164107478365940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=8137164107478365940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8137164107478365940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/8137164107478365940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-drove-home.html' title='Just drove home'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1692136059654925306</id><published>2011-06-14T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:04:28.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Just got up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After my long-awaited afternoon nap, finally!&lt;/b&gt; Now this smells more like it, a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Having my mid-semester's break at the moment. Had dinner with friends, supper with family; having lunch at 3 in the afternoon. Say hello to my holidays even though it will only last for two short weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listening to Tim Hughes - Love Shine Through on my home desktop with &lt;i&gt;real speakers&lt;/i&gt;. Nothing beats a holiday after so much stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wish to make the best out of this break now. Don't wanna waste too much time doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;To the good folks in Kluang, date me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1692136059654925306?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1692136059654925306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1692136059654925306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1692136059654925306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1692136059654925306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-got-up.html' title='Just got up'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-945626277238423971</id><published>2011-06-11T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:46:59.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Switchfoot - Dare You To Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jE-Krlqi4fk" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song. Had been listening to it rather much for a few days now.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'll be around with nothing to do for the weekend here in Singapore I shall attempt learning the guitar parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-945626277238423971?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/945626277238423971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=945626277238423971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/945626277238423971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/945626277238423971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/switchfoot-dare-you-to-move.html' title='Switchfoot - Dare You To Move'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jE-Krlqi4fk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2577427651053077482</id><published>2011-06-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:21:42.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Not the "working" working though. Just realised that as the many university students are having term breaks right now, I am in the middle of my semester! The middle of semester means there are loads of work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentations: There has been a slight change in sub-grouping this semester and I am not sure if I can handle this change. Different people to work with, each with their different style of working. Personally, I prefer working under pressure. I function best when work has already been started, I am well at editing and even re-doing stuff. I take my work seriously but working in certain ways just does not seem to work for me. Don't know about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations: Some skills tests coming up in 3 weeks! Not very ready at all, thus not confident. Much yet little time to get ready. Besides the skills, looks like nothing much else for now. However I'm worried if I could catch up with the studies at the end of the semester as the examinations kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get working! Actually the time to get working started half a semester ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2577427651053077482?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2577427651053077482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2577427651053077482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2577427651053077482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2577427651053077482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-5008013985427242476</id><published>2011-06-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:55:34.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Just came back from some grocery shopping with a friend after having our dinner in school. Got a pink Cocacola cup free for my upsized value meal at McDonald's, by the way. Promised to give it to a friend though. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, we went shopping for some daily necessities.&lt;br /&gt;I needed detergent for my clothes badly. Had been using my house mates' for nearly a week now. Am feeling rather shy about it so I had to remember to buy this time. We reached the supermarket and I stood in the midst of all those powders in bags of 3 or 5 kilograms, mostly. That was one of the moments when my mind just went blank, had totally no idea what I was looking at. So many brands to choose from, each had different kinds of stuff on those packaging. Anti-bacterial, suitable for indoor-drying, wash well with colours, etc. You name it.&lt;br /&gt;"For all I know, they all probably came out from the same factory and just had different packagings and prints!" I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my helplessness I decided to call back home for quotations since dad is a supermarket supervisor himself while mom never failed to compare prices from different places whenever she made a purchase. Unfortunately my cellphone's battery died. So I made a quick judgment, paid for the detergent and left with an extra load of 5 kilograms to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, finally remembered to check out something that my father asked me to buy in Singapore as it is not(yet) available in Kluang. So I did. And bought the merchandise as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisation: Men and women generally do their shopping differently.&lt;br /&gt;Most women would compare prices, bargain, choose and pick until she believes she had found the best deal. Whereas most men would just buy what he needs to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember seeing this some time ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A woman would spend 5 dollars on a 10 dollar item that she doesn't need;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a man would spend 10 dollars on a 5 dollar item that he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, to be fair to the women. The above statement may not necessarily be true. I do quite a fair bit of research and read reviews in planning purchases of photography gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-5008013985427242476?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5008013985427242476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=5008013985427242476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5008013985427242476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5008013985427242476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1317508084308314612</id><published>2011-05-28T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:26:22.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hello readers, sorry for the absence. Or no need for that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had been encountering login problems with Blogger. For the past few days I just could not login to Blogger although I could access Gmail and other Google services without hassle. Today, now, at last I am finally on Blogger writing again. Have been resetting passwords every few hours as well as browsing through the Blogger Help and Support pages but just could not get in. A few minutes ago I tried clearing my cache and cookies, figured it might be high time I did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! Login successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what can I write about anyway? It's a weekend, I had no classes yesterday probably due to the graduation ceremonies that are ongoing in college throughout the week. I mean, many of our classes were switched to E-learning so the lecturers can do their stuff(don't ask me what) with more free time on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes yesterday, today and tomorrow. I had been asking myself "Why am I in Singapore?" for the whole of yesterday until evening came when I managed to have dinner with a few friends from Kluang. Okay, fellowship is always worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always so tempting to go home since home is just a 3-hour journey away. "However going home all the time might not be helpful in your growth and maturity," a very good friend said.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall try to make my time useful then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have a nice weekend and a better week ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1317508084308314612?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1317508084308314612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1317508084308314612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1317508084308314612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1317508084308314612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2704648173712833178</id><published>2011-05-21T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:35:46.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Bus to home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Here I am, everybody! At home in Kluang once again. Listening to music with better quality speakers on my desktop, eating better quality food with greater company. And my hands on the steering wheel again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home yesterday in the evening with a fellow hometowner, dislike travelling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back for the weekend to visit my sister at her camp when she's supposed to be in school, not wasting time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And to celebrate my father's birthday as well, though there's not much of a celebration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps to see some dear friends too, see who's back from university.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here I am, though I have schoolwork to do also I hope this trip home would be worthwhile. Seeing some cousins and their cousin last night was already a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2704648173712833178?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2704648173712833178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2704648173712833178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2704648173712833178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2704648173712833178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/bus-to-home.html' title='Bus to home'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3608116711069884564</id><published>2011-05-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:59:01.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Walk to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As I recall, the last time I had ever walked to school was during my secondary school days before I started driving. I studied at a public school which was a 15 minute's walk, if not shorter, from my house. Of course, when mom started teaching me to drive, towards the end of my final year, I was driving to school with her; and she then would take the car to work upon me reaching the school gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I now am starting to walk to school again. Have been living in Ang Mo Kio for almost 3 months now. My place is about a 15 minute's walk to the college I study in, a 5-to-10-minute run would be possible if ever late for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really thankful for having a money-saving opportunity to travel to classes on foot. I used to live in Bishan, not very far away though. Each journey from where I used to live cost S$1.01 to reach school by bus. By being able to walk, I can now save up to S$40 per month! That's probably enough money for an iPhone data plan. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am happy with where I live in Singapore right now. Thus am open and more than willing to share the blessing as this is not mine to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to school soon. Let the fun begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Praise God from Whom all blessings flow&lt;/i&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/4294631152219059234-3608116711069884564?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3608116711069884564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3608116711069884564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3608116711069884564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3608116711069884564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/walk-to-school.html' title='Walk to school'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7356275562638440843</id><published>2011-05-07T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T10:07:43.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>An overnight journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Departure: Singapore &lt;br /&gt;Destination: Kluang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished another 3-week clinical posting yesterday with an afternoon shift which ended at 9PM. Besides, travelling alone is not much fun so I waited for another 2 friends to leave for home together. We intended to try making it for the last train home from Johore Bahru, which was scheduled at 11.45PM though the chances were slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly indeed, the tickets were sold out. I can't believe I even attempted to bribe the guy at the ticket counter to let us 3 on the train as we didn't really mind standing for the 3-hour train ride. Surely reaching home was worth the discomfort. However we could not get on the train. So we headed to the bus terminal, had to wait till next morning for an express bus to Kluang. And so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, along with 2 girls, spent the night at McDonald's for food, shelter, security and free Coke refills!&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, the night was long and the waiting was torturing especially when you're down with flu and cough. Nevertheless the torture was much lighter when you have friends to bear it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here I am seated in front of my home desktop blogging to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a simple 3-hour journey turned into an overnight one. Perhaps spending a night at a bus terminal may be no big deal for many but I guess this was an out-of-the-ordinary experience for me. By the way I just came back from the doctor's as well, got to take some rest now. Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7356275562638440843?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7356275562638440843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7356275562638440843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7356275562638440843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7356275562638440843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/overnight-journey.html' title='An overnight journey'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2453492205580290586</id><published>2011-05-04T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:24:04.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sleep and cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Coughing and sleeping, coughing prior to sleeping, coughing in sleep,  coughing upon waking. Cough, cough cough; sleep, sleep, sleep. That's what I have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God rest my soul. I managed to take an evening nap like yesterday, only today's one lasted even longer. Just got up 5 minutes ago, I remember coming to bed just after visitting &lt;a href="http://thepenisstronger.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflection-attachment.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; at a nearby community hospital. Speaking of whom, I left my umbrella there! Got to make a trip there again tomorrow before my afternoon shift. Good news for him, Tamil newspapers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to take naps. One of the few things I take delight in is the knowledge of having adequate sleep.&lt;br /&gt;However it sucks to keep on coughing. Which is, by the way, the reason I came awake- one loud cough that took me from dreamland back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back. Good luck sleeping tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2453492205580290586?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2453492205580290586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2453492205580290586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2453492205580290586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2453492205580290586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleep-and-cough.html' title='Sleep and cough'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-5214775157090679024</id><published>2011-05-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:36:42.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Cough and sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Recently there are 2 things I had been up to. Cough and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughing and sleeping, coughing prior to sleeping, coughing in sleep, coughing upon waking. Cough, cough cough; sleep, sleep, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what's wrong inside of me but I'm glad it's not an infection because my sputum weren't coloured. Just that the constant coughing may be irritating. As it interferes with the stuff I do during the day, besides sleeping at night. When I was a boy, mommy would(sometimes) let me stay home to rest whenever I begged her for letting me skip school. And I recall coughing intentionally at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am down with a cough, but I will carry on with what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current clinical posting ending this Friday. No, I will not turn that into a Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-5214775157090679024?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5214775157090679024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=5214775157090679024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5214775157090679024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/5214775157090679024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/cough-and-sleep.html' title='Cough and sleep'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6104464683411563206</id><published>2011-04-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:10:44.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>出路</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jayhm-Ji-Ew" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been singing parts of the song in my mind for a while. Today I found this with some help from a friend, hoping to get help with the guitar chords soon too.&lt;br /&gt;This was a theme song for an old TV drama series I used to watch as a boy. This song is easily 10 years old. Only now do I appreciate better, the meaning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of watching the series again in my free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6104464683411563206?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6104464683411563206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6104464683411563206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6104464683411563206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6104464683411563206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='出路'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Jayhm-Ji-Ew/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2431289423771921712</id><published>2011-04-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:47:06.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>I watched Big Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And started missing my little mama.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Big Mama movie series starring Martin Lawrence? Very funny, very fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I watched it on my computer, the latest movie- Like Father Like Son. Where Big Mama's son somehow got himself into big trouble by showing up at where he wasn't supposed to be. He then got into an FBI undercover investigation whilst hiding from bad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a good movie. Full of scenes to make you laugh all you want; nicely filmed with some good values to learn too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good movie, but I did not enjoy it to the fullest. The sad thing about watching comedies alone.&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't so much fun though the movie was funny. I could laugh out louder if friends or family were around to watch it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Boy, you've got to learn to better handle loneliness on lazy afternoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2431289423771921712?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2431289423771921712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2431289423771921712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2431289423771921712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2431289423771921712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-watched-big-mama.html' title='I watched Big Mama'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6174496756565568836</id><published>2011-04-23T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T10:47:43.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Free 1Malaysia email ah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If you have heard about the recent news. Our dear government wants to propose a new service to the people. They're gonna give free stuff away! Hooray! All who are above 18 are eligible to receive a free 1Malaysia email account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice of the government, hor?&lt;br /&gt;Email account ah? Free ah? But, I already have lah... In fact I have at least 3 email accounts. I use Yahoo! Mail, Gmail and Hotmail. All free.&lt;br /&gt;Government wants to give me something I that I already have? What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7mcmco_2sY8" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I agree with the words of Penang's Chief Minister, Lim Guan Eng. If my emails are monitored how?? Want to forward those Samy Vellu jokes also scared ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHAT IF ten years down the road I become a politician and all of a sudden my love letters or whatever confidential emails appear in public?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, I am skeptical of the possibility of the whole of Malaysia having free Wi-Fi services. Why? If Internet becomes free, what will happen to the Internet service providers &lt;strike&gt;like TM&lt;/strike&gt;? Food for thought.&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/4294631152219059234-6174496756565568836?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6174496756565568836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6174496756565568836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6174496756565568836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6174496756565568836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/free-1malaysia-email-ah.html' title='Free 1Malaysia email ah?'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7mcmco_2sY8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-9086364342339346876</id><published>2011-04-10T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:13:26.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>No more virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Earlier this evening, my first kiss happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It rained earlier, so the road was slippery. Traffic was clear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clever me tried to be cleverer and funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;90 degree turn on the left, and I went for it without brakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clutched for a down gear. Ready to attempt a drift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It drifted indeed, into an oncoming car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traffic wasn't clear enough for me, apparently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Earlier this evening, my first kiss happened.&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/4294631152219059234-9086364342339346876?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9086364342339346876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=9086364342339346876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/9086364342339346876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/9086364342339346876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-more-virgin.html' title='No more virgin'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3375435378152137639</id><published>2011-04-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:50:37.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><title type='text'>Reflection: Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One of the longest staying patients in the ward was admitted for a  left intertrochanteric fracture some time ago last month. Technically  speaking, he had been here longer than me! He got transferred to a  community hospital for step-down care and rehabilitation, this morning.  Well, that's a good thing for him. There he is probably going to have  more opportunities and space for physiotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://thepenisstronger.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflection-attachment.html"&gt;The Pen is Stronger&lt;/a&gt; to continue reading the rest of my reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3375435378152137639?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3375435378152137639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3375435378152137639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3375435378152137639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3375435378152137639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflection-attachment.html' title='Reflection: Attachment'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7513762360369948545</id><published>2011-04-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:29:19.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><title type='text'>I want to laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you accuse a man of something, you present your evidence(s) to the relevant authorities. Not&lt;i&gt; let it leak&lt;/i&gt; into the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my country, there has been a chain of events that can make me laugh. With grief and anger, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, the Home Ministry or/and some religious authority decided they wanted to give every Malay language bible a stamp, in one of the Malaysian states. So they seized the bibles and went chopping away. Prior to consulting any Christian representatives or whatsoever, mind you. From what I can see, it's like taking a child's notebook away from him and leaving your name on the front page by force, with consent from neither him nor his parents. Of course, in the end the people who were naughty realised their folly when they saw the consequences of their action. Then we hear less and less of news and reportings regarding this thing, from Malaysian mainstream media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the main point for today. Not long after, a few stupids got together and came out with a tape which they claimed was of a leader from the opposition, having sex somewhere. First of all, when you have videos of public figures playing naughty, why do you keep them in your closet? Moreover this naughty act that they alleged Anwar of is sin, since "Datuk T" and the former deputy prime minister are Muslims. Why? Why do they not report such information until today? In primary school I remember learning that withholding evidence is crime. Really ah? How come police didn't charge Datuk T har?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest updates? Now the video footage is available on Youtube and pro-UMNO blogs. I only think UMNO wants to show the world how stupid they are. Apparently no one knows how come the clip has surfaced on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for a good laugh? Here it comes: Shazryl told The Malaysian Insider today that he had no idea how the  clip was leaked and insisted the police had the only copy of the video.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure for how long I can not stop laughing everytime I read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had such video clips of highly important people behaving naughtily, I wouldn't hand over the information to others without creating a backup for myself! Of course this is just me, maybe that Shazryl guy really gave the police everything? Never mind lah, it's up on the Internet already. He can download back to his computer again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7513762360369948545?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7513762360369948545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7513762360369948545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7513762360369948545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7513762360369948545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-to-laugh.html' title='I want to laugh'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3863527034393719644</id><published>2011-04-01T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:25:41.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick roommate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;First of all, I have a roommate, for now. Secondly, he's sick. With a body temperature of 38.7˚C and 4 limbs with no strength.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a student nurse don't know how to take care of his own roommate.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope he gets well soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not an April Fool's gag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3863527034393719644?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3863527034393719644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3863527034393719644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3863527034393719644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3863527034393719644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick-roommate.html' title='Sick roommate'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3757675327091979878</id><published>2011-03-28T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:06:03.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Uneven skin tones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i02wzkah2ko/TY_eIlXqFAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PudLm0OTsiU/s1600/0327_2187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i02wzkah2ko/TY_eIlXqFAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PudLm0OTsiU/s200/0327_2187.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a Sunday morning under the sun, check out what happened to my skin after all the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is precisely what I was talking about when I said uneven skin tones. And why I hated the days in army so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my family went to visit my grandparents' grave site.&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter we proceeded to the Convent school field where my church held Family Day 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4P1xtco4JVs/TY_eL_3hccI/AAAAAAAAA-0/R_lwucMnudw/s1600/0327_2190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4P1xtco4JVs/TY_eL_3hccI/AAAAAAAAA-0/R_lwucMnudw/s320/0327_2190.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For much of the whole of yesterday's morning I was constantly basking in the sun. As you can see, you know what I was wearing. Was it the sun too strong yesterday or do I get burnt easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3757675327091979878?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3757675327091979878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3757675327091979878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3757675327091979878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3757675327091979878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/uneven-skin-tones.html' title='Uneven skin tones!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i02wzkah2ko/TY_eIlXqFAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PudLm0OTsiU/s72-c/0327_2187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-392491780229374674</id><published>2011-03-23T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:45:21.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><title type='text'>Reflection: Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A man came to deliver air mattresses today. For patients in bed 87 and 88; Mr. Ng and Mr. Amad. He was a Chinese man, probably in his early 30’s, who conversed in simple English with the staff nurse who just took over the afternoon shift; and in Mandarin with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The man had his own way of communicating with us. First he got everybody to turn Mr. Ng to one side, so he could slide a new then mattress under the patient. Then the air mattress was placed above that newly placed mattress. Next, all he got the staff nurse to do was hold on to the new mattresses; while he forcefully pulled out the old, normal one underneath with my help which I didn’t know he wanted. This was our first time doing it according to his instructions because usually we just add the air mattress above the normal mattress instead of changing it to a thinner one. In the end we moved on to the next bed, Mr. Amad and all of us knew what to do already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To read the rest of this writing, please visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepenisstronger.blogspot.com/2011/03/reflection-communication.html"&gt;The &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;Pen is Stronger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-392491780229374674?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/392491780229374674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=392491780229374674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/392491780229374674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/392491780229374674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/reflection-communication.html' title='Reflection: Communication'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4445446677109593892</id><published>2011-03-17T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:26:46.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Celebrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yesterday I was in Singapore with my mother and sister. I had urgent matter to attend to, so was forced to make the trip the day before. Fortunately mom and sis agreed to come along to spend the night with me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning while I was still asleep, they went down to get their breakfast and newspapers. Elaine spotted a Mediacorp artist, Mark Lee having his breakfast with another few, probably friends. He noticed my mother and sister staring, and said hello to them. Wow, you grow up watching the man on TV and now you see him in real life! Although I wouldn't care so much about meeting him, it was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime experience for my mom and sis. Most people don't get to meet celebrities and public figures everyday, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this got me thinking. How would I feel, how would I live if I were a public figure? Wouldn't it be so inconvenient to be one? To become well-known and famous, one has to make big sacrifices. I mean, when everybody in the country knows who you are, it must be difficult for you to live a "normal" life, rite? Taking the public transport, going to the market, eating at hawker centers and many other activities of daily living will be affected once you become a celebrity. Everything you do and everywhere you go; people are watching, if not crowding around you in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a star, say goodbye to your life and lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities are normal human beings like you and me, yet they can't live like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Hefty price to pay for fame, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you want to be famous?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4445446677109593892?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4445446677109593892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4445446677109593892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4445446677109593892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4445446677109593892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrity.html' title='Celebrity'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3333385577492307908</id><published>2011-03-13T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:22:05.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Haaar..ChIU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It was a hot day. The weather has already been bad, fluctuating randomly. Just the past two days the rains were heavy and steady. Today it was just hot, with the Sun so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was hot, I went to a wedding lunch after a 2-hour drive. The dining hall was large, posh and air-conditioned. Lots of food, and you know that most of the stuff you eat during celebrations aren't so good for health. Especially when it is a Chinese wedding feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, dad and I, after the lunch, got back into the car that was parked under the scorching sun. Hit the road bearing with the extreme heat again. At least I enjoyed bringing the vehicle to 140km/h occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot to cold, cold to hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by my mother's brother's place before leaving the town, Muar.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we went don't matter so much. Anyway it was hot all the way until we got home. And it was still hot even before dinner. Where did all the clouds disappear to?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival back home after a long day's travelling, the sneezing began.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't stopped yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3333385577492307908?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3333385577492307908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3333385577492307908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3333385577492307908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3333385577492307908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/haaarchiu.html' title='Haaar..ChIU!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-561070961448104220</id><published>2011-03-10T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:07:09.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Waiting for 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister contracted chickenpox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor put her on a 4-hourly antivirus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next dose is at 3AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the importance of taking such medicine strictly round the clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to wake Elaine up in an hour's time.&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/4294631152219059234-561070961448104220?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/561070961448104220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=561070961448104220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/561070961448104220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/561070961448104220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/waiting-for-3.html' title='Waiting for 3'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-595080968285847342</id><published>2011-03-06T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:14:50.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, chill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wondering: If I were to break an egg onto the road, would it cook in a minute?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to sound like a typical Chinese auntie ranting non-stop about the weather, but it really has been hot in Kluang! It has been sunny almost everyday for at least the past week or two. No problems with putting laundry to dry except for some random raining sometimes. Even that, I bet the clothes that were wet in the rain could be dry in no time when the sun starts to shine harshly again. Good news for housewives, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such times with such heat, I always feel a reluctance to do outdoor sports. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fear of getting uneven skin tones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please refer to reason 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please refer to reason 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Haha, so that's about it. Why am I not a great fan of really hot days.&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean when I say uneven skin tones? Just go ahead and play in the sun, or go to the beach for more obvious results. If you're wearing a t-shirt, take a look at yourself a few hours after. Compare the parts of your body that had direct exposure to sunlight with the parts covered under your clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at such times with such heat, I'll first pray for clouds to come when I go to play. Besides that, I'll also be prepared by going sleeveless. The probability of gaining uneven skin tones or sunburn will still be there, but getting a whole arm burnt is better than having it half-done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yo dude, chill! Why don't you cool down a little?"&lt;/i&gt; I wish to say to the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where did my sleeveless tops go?&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-595080968285847342?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/595080968285847342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=595080968285847342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/595080968285847342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/595080968285847342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/yo-chill.html' title='Yo, chill!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6345237573460719565</id><published>2011-03-05T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T04:02:48.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Burger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Just came back from a double supper. Also realised that I've been having burgers from the same stall in town for at least half of this week! Same place, similar flavours, almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had burgers for supper with various groups of people. Once with family, the rest of the nights with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was my longest night out so far for this holiday. It was a good one, always nice to catch up and talk with old friends. So were the past few nights out. Great to have fun, just hanging out doing stuff. Besides, the roads are just so nice in the middle of the nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always so fun to be in Kluang. There are beter burgers here.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan not to have any burgers from McDonald's for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be food, let there be fellowship too! &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Now go to sleep.&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/4294631152219059234-6345237573460719565?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6345237573460719565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6345237573460719565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6345237573460719565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6345237573460719565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/burger.html' title='Burger!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-62051262309547670</id><published>2011-03-01T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:31:44.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>New identity: Joya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am Joya, the entry-level photographer who wishes to share some of his photos for the world to see and comment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.joya-photography.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.joya-photography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; when you're free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do support my Facebook page as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Joya/153887261334293" style="color: #3b5998; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" target="_TOP" title="Joya"&gt;Joya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Joya/153887261334293" target="_TOP" title="Joya"&gt;&lt;img height="189" src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/153887261334293.1444.17382871.png" style="border: 0px none;" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/business/dashboard/" style="color: #3b5998; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" target="_TOP" title="Make your own badge!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-62051262309547670?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/62051262309547670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=62051262309547670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/62051262309547670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/62051262309547670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-identity-joya.html' title='New identity: Joya'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4817098098348952298</id><published>2011-02-24T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T02:13:11.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'>Exams over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Finaly the final paper is over, for Year 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good "workout" at cleaning the flat in Ang Mo Kio after the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired after such a long day, now packing in Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy  coming to help me. She's retired now, so I guess involving her in my  moving can be good for the both of us. Of course, I wouldn't make her do  heavy chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a new environment. Different people, different experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to get back to packing now. Didn't know I accumulated so much junk in the room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4817098098348952298?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4817098098348952298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4817098098348952298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4817098098348952298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4817098098348952298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/exams-over.html' title='Exams over!'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1405554060607884473</id><published>2011-02-19T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:32:45.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Photo frames wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;With so many things digitalized now, some people NEVER print their photos. Nothing wrong with that but I personally believe photography is not complete without developing or printing. Of course, my photography is crippled without the computer since I use a DSLR; but I still believe in printing the photos upon processing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not print money beforehand, so I can’t afford to print everything I shoot. Got to to make do with selecting a few good/favourite shots. The past few months had been the first few months of my involvement with photography. And I have printed about close to 50 photographs out of the hundreds I have in the computer. Would love to further pick a few from the album to be framed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for photo frames. Old or new, if you would like to make a donation I am more than happy to thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worshiper91@yahoo.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1405554060607884473?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1405554060607884473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1405554060607884473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1405554060607884473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1405554060607884473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/photo-frames-wanted.html' title='Photo frames wanted'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-3387847955115745343</id><published>2011-02-14T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:32:15.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Tim Hughes - Counting On Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YZe8H7Y4Ano" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop listening to this song, really! I think I've literally played this music video over a hundred times ever since it was published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Simple song, nicely written. Nice video, very nice lighting effects. I really like this except for the constant camera switching.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now this makes me want to pick up the keyboard more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-3387847955115745343?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3387847955115745343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=3387847955115745343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3387847955115745343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/3387847955115745343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/tim-hughes-counting-on-your-name.html' title='Tim Hughes - Counting On Your Name'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YZe8H7Y4Ano/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7502259177404216385</id><published>2011-02-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:52:00.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It was a good day at school followed by a good evening of cleaning up over at my new place. I'll be moving soon and the flat is currently undergoing some maintenance works. Very thankful for the very nice landlady's home help, Dani to be kind enough to do the painting and some repairing. Can't imagine what would happen without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the title of this post? No, nothing(at the new place) was shattered. I came back to Bishan happily and well fed because of Dani's kindness(again) as she bought dinner. Broke a mirror in the kitchen when I was about to take a bath. Sigh, I just picked up the pieces before leaving a note to say I'll replace the mirror soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, am going to live nearer to the college soon. Near enough to walk to classes in future. Save some money on transport, yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7502259177404216385?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7502259177404216385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7502259177404216385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7502259177404216385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7502259177404216385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-4134218239328728860</id><published>2011-02-10T08:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:28:29.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Teohlogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Good book to read, go and buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's by Patrick Teoh, a well known controversial Malaysian voice. I admire his courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/3wdj8k" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Didn't get to bump into Namewee, but finally managed to ... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img alt="Didn't get to bump into Namewee, but finally managed to ... on Twitpic" height="200" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/3wdj8k.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only less than 40 Ringgit to read some very good articles. Actually Teohlogy is not the "book" sort of book. Patrick Teoh used to have a column to write in, on the monthly Off The Edge megazine before it got banned for whatever reason. The editor then decided to collect his articles and publish them into a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my copy from Popular bookstore in Batu Pahat. Coming soon(or have arrived) to the one in Muar. Wonder when can Kluang see it in its Popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-4134218239328728860?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4134218239328728860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=4134218239328728860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4134218239328728860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/4134218239328728860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/teohlogy.html' title='Teohlogy'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6733374045234876621</id><published>2011-02-07T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:50:27.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Post CNY 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The short near-to-one-week break I have for Chinese New Year ends here. I am currently writing from my home desktop while enjoying music on my beloved speakers. Just got home from hanging out with some great friends; also remembering the some others I did not spend time with, all of whom I shall dearly miss. Yes, I will miss my loved ones more than the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is so much more convenient when you want to meet different friends at different places from time to time. And I enjoy spontaneous planning sometimes when it comes to spending time with various good friends. Having been blessed to have a car to drive is such a good thing to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY week was spent mostly on food. At a season such as this, wherever you go there is food. In fact I actually don't recall drinking much plain water this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, going on a 5.30AM bus tomorrow and I can't cheerfully pack up. Hate to leave town again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about family, food and friends- for me in Kluang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a happy one, with some sad endings; but a good week altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6733374045234876621?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6733374045234876621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6733374045234876621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6733374045234876621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6733374045234876621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-cny-2011.html' title='Post CNY 2011'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-29946490345012138</id><published>2011-01-31T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:32:41.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Pre-CNY 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Spent the last couple of days with two groups of people. Oh whom mostly, unfortunately, would not be able to make it back to their various homes for this Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening- Hotpot organised by Campus Crusade. It was a nice day with nice people. Had some fun games and a simple, boiled dinner. I wish to get to know my fellow Christian friends in school more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TUYCNnwNaFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/55kOQdBaKPY/s1600/0129_1226-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TUYCNnwNaFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/55kOQdBaKPY/s400/0129_1226-Edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon- Kindly invited to a friend's place for a little gathering in conjunction with CNY too. I was among the three Malaysians, to celebrate with four friendly Chinese students. It was an honour to prepare as well as partake of the meal. We had handmade dumplings, original and by real Chinese hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TUYCchbnBUI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ztWGBfx8GZM/s1600/0130_1363-Edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TUYCchbnBUI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ztWGBfx8GZM/s400/0130_1363-Edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a previlige to be a part of new families. Besides that I ought to be really grateful for the ability to travel back home to experience this festive season with my real family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-29946490345012138?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/29946490345012138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=29946490345012138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/29946490345012138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/29946490345012138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-cny-2011.html' title='Pre-CNY 2011'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TUYCNnwNaFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/55kOQdBaKPY/s72-c/0129_1226-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6609146826234340941</id><published>2011-01-28T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T03:26:04.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Excitement and activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's a weekend! Many people are excited, I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am from Kluang, now living in Singapore to pursue studies. About a 3-hour drive away, travelling back for weekends is not a difficult thing to do. Fortunalely or unfortunately, there are exciting things happening in Kluang. For some of my friends are back in Kluang from various places to celebrate the Chinese New Year around the corner. I can't wait to meet up with the friends in Kluang, dearly miss playing basketball too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I have to enjoy in Kluang, there are exciting activities going on in Singapore too. Invited to two gatherings which each falls on Saturday and Sunday. Hot pot by Campus Crusade while the latter is going to be a little meal by and for the international students in my tutorial group; both in conjunction of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place truly becomes fun because of the people in it, not because of infrastructure, economy or whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have all the fun on both sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everythings is well back at home in Kluang. Can't wait to return to the town. So thankful I it is near enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6609146826234340941?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6609146826234340941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6609146826234340941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6609146826234340941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6609146826234340941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/excitement-and-activities.html' title='Excitement and activities'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2204483460649927228</id><published>2011-01-25T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:44:39.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Have been reading upsetting news about the nation and hearing upsetting news about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thus the moods wings are back in great amplitudes and at higher frequencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so when you start missing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a test today for my human bioscience module. However I did not really feel the urge to study as hard as I used to. My willpower just diminished suddenly, maybe because I kept falling asleep; or was it due to discouragements(questions too easy to answer) from the past tests?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I deserve a B this time though I certainly wouldn't mind an A.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be bothered by this too much, there is still a final paper which weighs 50% to allow me an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad mood today. There are yet a few more other things I wish to lament but not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, have a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2204483460649927228?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2204483460649927228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2204483460649927228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2204483460649927228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2204483460649927228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/upset.html' title='Upset'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-2539654730518772329</id><published>2011-01-15T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:07:52.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Medicine go down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;良药苦口&lt;/blockquote&gt;This was one of the many simple proverbs I learned from Chinese lessons in primary school. It says that medicine may, more often than not, be difficult to swallow; but medicine is mean for good. Especially traditional Chinese medicine, those to be taken orally were usually a mixture of herbs boiled for a period of time before consumption. Be it swallowing pills or eating raw substances, medicine is generally unpleasant to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, falling sick was nice as I could stay away from school, in the comfort of home and enjoy all the care and attention from mother. However I remember regretting falling sick each time when the medicine came. The pills were a nightmare for me because I didn't yet know how to swallow them in a way that I needn't endure the bitter tastes. Though of course swallowing pills became less and less than nightmare as I grew, the side effects of nausea and other various reactions were(are) still inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunalely for children and not just children, medicine in liquid form has elements of sweetness, to make it easier on the tongue. Even if it tastes just as bitter, taking a sweet thereafter makes it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like medicine, there are trials and unpleasant processes to go through in life that are, though unpleasant, meant for good. And as many would agree, good things don't come easy. Sometimes you'll face failure, sometimes you'll feel pain; but be rest assured to know, there's a God above who knows better. So as you go through hardships of many kind, suffering is hard to bear but it they're meant well for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;See the bullerfly! It has to &lt;i&gt;tahan &lt;/i&gt;the painfully lonely and boring metamorphosis before it could spread its beautiful wings and dance in the sky!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus less on the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to look for simple things in life that represent a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-2539654730518772329?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2539654730518772329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=2539654730518772329&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2539654730518772329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/2539654730518772329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/medicine-go-down.html' title='Medicine go down'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-1080771189787949180</id><published>2011-01-12T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:09:28.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>my first Haiku</title><content type='html'>Wrote it some time last year(which was last month actually) at my grandpa's place where I didn't have access to the Internet. It's always nice to go there despite having both grandparents gone to a better place already. I still go there occasionally to see other family members and enjoy some peace.&lt;br /&gt;On my last visit there I managed to write a poem, my first haiku! Haiku has Japanese origins, conventionally describing nature. It follows a format of 3 lines per paragraph, with syllables: 5-7-5. I found it very challenging to follow the syllables but in the end made it. Really excited about having actually been able to follow the 5-7-5 syllables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the poem is not here. Go have a read at &lt;a href="http://thepenisstronger.blogspot.com/2011/01/haiku-of-infatuations.html"&gt;The Pen is Stronger&lt;/a&gt; and please feel free to give some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I first became interested in Haiku?&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://diamond-drops2.blogspot.com/2007/08/haiku-of-independance.html"&gt;Haiku of Independence&lt;/a&gt; by a good friend of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-1080771189787949180?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1080771189787949180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=1080771189787949180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1080771189787949180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/1080771189787949180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-haiku.html' title='my first Haiku'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-7925137790673704289</id><published>2011-01-09T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T07:50:20.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>To church</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, it's a Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to church, but not the one where I grew up in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;=(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I told myself to try not to travel back home as often as I did last year. Not that going home is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending a service with some friends, only two, but good also. Heehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a year now, still looking for a church, I am.&lt;br /&gt;Well, no shame because I already found God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-7925137790673704289?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7925137790673704289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=7925137790673704289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7925137790673704289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/7925137790673704289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-church.html' title='To church'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294631152219059234.post-6893462234306889912</id><published>2011-01-05T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T04:14:52.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerns'/><title type='text'>Email from Uncle Yap</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Reminder for Chinese New Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure we don’t put these items into our CNY basket!! &lt;br /&gt;Pass the word around to other family members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want these items as CNY gifts either!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the Head of UMNO Bahagian Titiwangsa, Johari Bin Abdul Ghani&lt;br /&gt;made it clear that he does not need the Chinese and Indians to win the&lt;br /&gt;Titiwangsa seat. He did a mathematical calculation that all they need&lt;br /&gt;are the 32,000 Malay voters and that is all. He made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;that the Chinese and Indians are a minority and they are nothing....&lt;br /&gt;but "*Customers"*. They are not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for yourself here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lz0pZAKzH0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lz0pZAKzH0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ybhg Datuk Johari Bin Abdul Ghani is the *Managing Director of CI&lt;br /&gt;Holdings Bhd* the owners of *Pemanis Sdn. Bhd. *He came on the Board&lt;br /&gt;of this company on the 29th of November 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since we are nothing but mere '*Customers'*, and since he does&lt;br /&gt;not need the Chinese and the Indians, I suppose he also does not need&lt;br /&gt;our patronage or business for the products of Pemanis Sdn Bhd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemanis products are as follows and you may be familiar with some of&lt;br /&gt;them:-&lt;br /&gt;*SOFT DRINKS:*&lt;br /&gt;*PEPSI, PEPSI MAX, PEPSI LIGHT, PEPSI TWIST, 7-UP, MIRINDA, FROST,&lt;br /&gt;EVERVESS, KICKAPOO, MOUNTAIN DEW, *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ISOTONIC DRINKS:*&lt;br /&gt;* REVIVE,REVIVE LIME BURST, EXCEL, GATORADE, GATORADE QUIET STORM;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEA: *&lt;br /&gt;LIPTON ICE TEA, LIPTON GREEN TEA 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE: BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENERGY: STING&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*    ASIAN DRINKS: CHILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE: TROPICANA TWISTER, TROPICANA 100% , TROPICANA JUICE PLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER: BLEU , SHOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust you can spread this around and I suppose we know when we are&lt;br /&gt;not wanted and we also do not want their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOGETHER WE CAN DEMONSTRATE OUR CONCERN &amp;amp; TO WITHSTAND THOSE WHO ARE OUT TO INTIMIDATE US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share this around! Email, Twitter, Facebook, whichever way you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294631152219059234-6893462234306889912?l=joellovesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6893462234306889912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294631152219059234&amp;postID=6893462234306889912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6893462234306889912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294631152219059234/posts/default/6893462234306889912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joellovesmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/email-from-uncle-yap.html' title='Email from Uncle Yap'/><author><name>Joel Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q8OOiBVLrNw/TRsiZI1kPaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pdpNbPe1C20/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
