<?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-15975004</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:54:08.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little deeper</title><subtitle type='html'>misunderstood</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-116059245140993854</id><published>2006-10-12T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:47:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have made a new discovery today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just passed my CMFAS Module 9 Test today. Most importantly, I did not go for any tutorials or lectures for this particular subject, and that means that, I studied this subject ALL BY MYSELF! STRAIGHT FROM THE BOOK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WOW! Great Feat !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started this posted is not to boast about my accomplishment most definitely. Instead, what I want to say about my discovery is that, it doesn't matter whether are there going to be tutorials to help one study, what matters the most is the strategy he/she adopts, the mental state and the beliefs of that person as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it definitely work out well for me! With everything in place (strategies, mental states, beliefs etc.), I just went ahead and study for my test. However, If I chose to blame the fact that there's no tutorials or blame any other thing, I most probably won't have the right abilities to study independently. And I'd most likely give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another crucial factor that constitutes to this is that I took total responsibility over the situation. Let's say if I chose to blame the fact that there's no tutorials, the I guess I'd just accept that fact and do nothing to change or even rectify the problem. Because in my mind I would be thinking, "No tutorials is their fault what, not mine, what can I do about it? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead, I chose to take responsibility, and by take responsibility means that I have the ability to rectify the problem and eventually telling myself, "Well, let's see what I can do since there's not tutorials now." From there I then start to plan out the strategies and all to go ahead with my self study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm right, it's all about taking control of the situation, and not the other way round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Whatever the mind of man can concieve and believe, it can achieve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Napolean Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm proud of myself. =D&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/15975004-116059245140993854?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/116059245140993854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=116059245140993854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/116059245140993854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/116059245140993854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2006/10/pass-i-have-made-new-discovery-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-116045384721150181</id><published>2006-10-10T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:15:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another article for all your reading pleasure. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's the tragedy of the man who works all his life for something and never gets it. There is the even more bitter tragedy of the man who gets what he wants and finds it empty." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This reminds a story of Barry McGuire, a rock singer. In his one-man concert, McGuire relate to a incident where he and his cast were once guests of an exceedingly rich man. To have an idea of the size of his property, the drive from his gate to the front door took nearly Fifteen minutes. One evening, while they were all high from drinking and drugs, McGuire happened to be lying next to his host and said, " Wow, you must really be happy with all you've got. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His host replied, "I'm the most miserable man on this earth." That proved to be the turning point in McGuire's life. He was shattered to discover that his pursuit of success could be equally meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many people never get what they want in life. So they don't know if that's really worth it. Many people think money is everything and devote their entire lives to this goal. But as a wise father once advised his son, "money can buy everything except happiness;it is a passport to everywhere except heaven." But since few ever get to amass the kind of money we hope for, we never really know how the pursuit of money can be both an illusion and delusion. For others it may be fame, or the world's adulation, or sex, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The true purpose behind the purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One touching story is that of 2 world class artists who were close friends. In old age, Pierre Renoir the great French painter sufered from arthritis, which twisted and cramped his hand. Henry Matisse, his artist friend, watched sadly while Renoir, grasping brush with only his fingertips, continued to paint even though every movement caused stabbing pain. One day, Matisse asked Renoir why he persisted in painting even at the expense of such torture. Renoir replied, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pain passes, but the beauty remains&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's purpose behind the purpose: he painted despite great personal discomfort because he knew the end product held special significance and would survive long after him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imbued by that same sense, how would we go about our daily business ? Work is more than just earning a couple of dollars. Serving a customer well is more than just getting rid of him. Doing our best whether anybody is watching takes on a new dimension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what's the true purpose behind the purpose? For people who has the goal of achieving some level of financial abundance, what's the purpose behind it? How about those that has the goal of achieving academic superiority over others, have you found the purpose behind it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we can arrive at that same point - "Is that all?" - we are very close to discovering the purpose behind the purpose for our daily continuance here on earth. If "that is all", then we can determine for ourselves what extra dimension we can add to our lives and transform it into something extraordinary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Some men see things as they are and ask, '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see them as they never have been and ask, '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why Not?&lt;/span&gt;' "&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Part of this article is an extract from Dr Andrew Goh compilations of motivation.&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/15975004-116045384721150181?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/116045384721150181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=116045384721150181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/116045384721150181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/116045384721150181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-article-for-all-your-reading_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-116039981341756466</id><published>2006-10-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:16:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too many people have small things in their life. And as you begin to realise, these people are just too focused with this small things and forget every other things. They probably need something big to explode their world and mind. Or so must we, if not we will only end up like the frog in the well. Life still goes on and everything in the world revolves even when we're sleeping. Nothing comes to a halt. So we must find a place in our big picture of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't see big, then you are seeing small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 similiar shoe salesman was sent to India to promote their shoes and both experienced the same events happening to them. The people in India does not wear Shoes! To his horror, the 1st salesman immediately made a phonecall back to his company, complaining how is he going to sell shoes when people don't wear shoes at all. However, the 2nd salesman chose to react by saying "good! this is the best time to sell these shoes to them!" So how did this happen ? It's because one saw problems and the other saw opportunities, and being that only means that the latter can begin to see beyond the limitations and liabilities of the potential of the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like jigsaw puzzle, without the big picture, the small bits probably don't make sense. I'm sure most wouldn't even know how to start putting all in place! But once they have the idea of how it looks like, then every small piece will have its value and contributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have big things in life, otherwise, small things become big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the above says is really true. If one doesn't have big things in his/her life, then Small becomes BIG. But if we big things, the small will remain small, and we will have the correct perspective in life. Events which happen can be viewed and accepted differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same Questions, Different Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who passes 3 brick layers performing identical tasks stops by and start to ask a question. He asks the 1st, "excuse me sir, what are you doing?" and the 1st bricklayer replied " Cant you see ? I'm a brick layer, I lay bricks." He then apologised and hurried over to the 2nd and asked the same question. The man replied " Me ? I'm building a wall' He then asks the 3rd and the 3rd said "I'm am raising a great Cathedral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same questions, so amazingly different answers! Why is this so? That's because the 3 all looked at their task differently. As you can see the 1st just lay the bricks without any vision of how it's gonna be like and ultimately, such task is meaningless to him and he doesn't enjoy what he's doing. However, how the 3rd bricklayer looks at his task shows that he has total understanding of his big picture and thus, he's doing it with so much meaning and enjoying the moment as well!&lt;br /&gt;Day in day out, our work hardly changes. However, if we begin to see the big picture, we will begin to find meaningfulness in what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I would like to share the story of Terry Fox, I'm sure all of you know who this hero is, right ? In his pursuit of raising money for cancer research, Terry Fox decided to run a marathon 24/7 across canada totalling up to 5000 miles. He's created an impact and memory in all of us because he CHOSE not to succumb to self pity or recriminations. So instead of his original goal of raising C$1 Million. It has exceeded Manifold! C$24 Million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview before his death, Terry Fox Quoted &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I guess that one of the most important things I've learned is that nothing is ever completely bad. Even Cancer. It has made me a better person. It has given me courage and a sense of purpose I never had before. But you dont have to do like what I did... to wait until you lose a leg or some awful disease before you take time to find out what kind of stuffs you're  really made of. You can start now. Anybody can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the big picture helps us more than cope with daily obstacles and setbacks. It shapes our overall approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is more than time to be spent. It has significance beyond life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your big picture? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Today is the beginning of the rest of your life! -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-116039981341756466?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/116039981341756466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=116039981341756466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/116039981341756466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/116039981341756466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-many-people-have-small-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-114370615776348570</id><published>2006-03-30T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:12:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got that right ?&lt;br /&gt;No ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you got that right ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed! Damien Rice's first concert here &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;! And most importantly I'm gonna be there ! Man I can't wait.. Hope It will be good! I definitely don't someone like him to cause a disappointment but well.. I guess he will live up to expectations yea ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation is too hard to handle.. God let time fly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-114370615776348570?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/114370615776348570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=114370615776348570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/114370615776348570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/114370615776348570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-so-it-is-just-like-you-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-114347852515253910</id><published>2006-03-28T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:57:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impromptu ktv session was simply amazing. Didnt know my mates can sing so well so effortlessly! *Envies*&lt;br /&gt;But 3 hours are alittle too short to totally enjoy.. man, now I can feel the ache in my throat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that 2 other friends of mine and I went to play pool. We played king (Winner in loser out) and most of the time this particular friend of mine stayed on as king. He was simply unbeatable.. Only managed to clear him twice (I consider my skills fairly good..*grins*). Sighs there's always a mountain higher. I was pretty surprised that I wasn't a sore loser this time round. *rubs chin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, I went to meet the girl and she wanted to try out the smelly tofu at the Jurong East Pasar malam. Eventually the smell convinced her to backed out... The smell is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!#$%!!$^&amp;amp;*^*$(!^!&lt;/span&gt; It almost made me vomit, I could even smell it about 6 - 8 stalls away!! No shit man, I swear I'm not kidding. Haha. I really respect the aunty selling the tofu man. She can do business since like for dont know how long without being affected by the smell! Wah Pei fu pei fu. Now we know who to nominate for the next people of the year. The Tofu aunty hands down! *Barghh* thinking of the smell makes me wanna vomit again... -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I should make my days like this more frequently. I'm definitely not enjoying my life enough... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time in 22 years of my life, I am proud (at the same time rather ashamed) to say that, I washed the dishes after dinner. But hey, Never Late Than Never right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm learning to become a better husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-114347852515253910?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/114347852515253910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=114347852515253910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/114347852515253910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/114347852515253910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2006/03/hah-impromptu-ktv-session-was-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-114163531185170472</id><published>2006-03-06T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:52:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good grief... someone still actually visits my site! Omg.. makes me feel so guilty not wanting to update it.. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially when I started doing up this blogsite I wanted cultivate a kind of discipline.. that is to update a piece of my life regularly.. I don't care even if anyone reads it.. at least it's for myself, my own remembrance. So what has happened to it now? Totally untouched.. I couldn't even be bothered.. claiming that I have no time is a extremely lousy excuse for my laziness. Maybe it's also due to my kind of life ? So much of a routine I'm tired of explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to admit, there were some parts worth mentioning.. maybe when I have the time, I will do it ? Haha. Pretty old the same lazy Lj for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking at my photo album a few moments ago. At the same time, iTunes was playing 'photograph' by nickelback. How coincident.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if only this happens when I buy 4D..&lt;/span&gt; lyrics of the song plus the photographs in my album caused &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of flashbacks of my childhood &amp;amp; sch days... so much memories.. if only I can store of all them into one mega drive where I can play videos of my childhood as and when I want. *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh me praysss...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thru so many phases, got into so many fights, many quarrels.. a few tears.. and laughters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't know.. we are 5 years old! I Love U !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everytime I do it makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;How did our eyes get so red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And what the hell is on Joey's head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And this is where I grew up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think the present owner fixed it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I never knew we'd ever went without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The second floor is hard for sneakin' out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And this is where I went to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Most of the time I had better things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Criminal records says I've broke in twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I must have done it half a dozen times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I go back and try to graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Life's better now than it was back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;If I was them I wouldn't let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh god I....I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to say, time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to say, time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;We used to listen to the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And sing along with every song we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;We said someday we'd find out how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;To sing to more than just the steering wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kim's the first girl I kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was so nervous that I nearly missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;She's had a couple of kids since then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I haven't seen her since god knows when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh god I...I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to say, time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to say, time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss that town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So hard to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So hard to leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could I relive those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know the one thing that would never change......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to say, time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its hard to say, time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everytime I do it makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everytime I do it makes me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/liangwensmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;____bring me back time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-114163531185170472?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/114163531185170472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=114163531185170472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/114163531185170472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/114163531185170472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-grief.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-113354375647885699</id><published>2005-12-03T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:21:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this application from &lt;a href="http://www.picasa.google.com"&gt;www.picasa.google.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the many:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage7s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage6s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage4s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage3s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage2s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collagesmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage5s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage8s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage10s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage11s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-113354375647885699?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/113354375647885699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=113354375647885699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/113354375647885699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/113354375647885699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/12/found-this-application-from-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-113266578065157385</id><published>2005-11-22T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:23:00.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've somehow managed to convince the-always-lazy-without-any-drive-to-do-anything me to do alittle bit of update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway good music really makes one in the mood for anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have been happening since the 15th of October ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots!&lt;br /&gt;Chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 oct- 28 oct: In camp, live range, Security audit.&lt;br /&gt;Bumming around in camp was a norm, but preparing for 2 major events was seriously tiring. Live range was actually still ok. Had lotsa fun talking cock to my man due to the waiting time... Hmm I think I shot pretty damn well that day, one of the best I guess? But my team agreed that we're kinda weak as a team, not enough "muo shui", so no money to take... BooHoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th and 28th oct: the secruity audit, something like ISO 9002 9003 that kinda thing, where the excecutive commitee of the branch test the efficiency of our system and the response time of our man in times of emergency. It was quite funny when you see everyone so on the ball, and so kilak (meaning: steady? something like that) all of a sudden. It was rather hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th oct - 4th nov Thailand Trip&lt;br /&gt;Some things kinda happened before the trip that made me think "Aw. Wad a way to start the trip." Hmm but it wasnt as bad as I thought cause the screw-ups was in camp, no link at all. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiangmai :&lt;br /&gt;We expected Chiangmai to be more of a sight-seeing place than shopping but it turned out to be the opposite... disappointing senery but dirt cheap products! Easy to bargain too.. lol. hmm the only worth seeing are the tribal people I guess. Long neck karen etc.. The night market was really fun to shop around.. but us being the 1st time there, we didnt bargain enough.. the only regret... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok :&lt;br /&gt;Taxi was dirt cheap! Reason being the meter jumps by 1 baht so its jus kinda like 2 cents ? The initially money was just 35 bahts (SGD 1.25) so it's real cheap.. that makes travelling around bangkok so much easier.. Shopping isnt my thing la, but if I can really enjoy shopping in bangkok, Im sure those shopping queens must be in cloud 9 la.. Hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;Must go places in bangkok.. hmm Suan Lum Night bazaar, MBK, Pratunam, and Chatuchak aka. weekend market. We missed the weekend market la cos we spent the weekend at Chiangmai.. it seriously Sucked cos I heard Chatuchak is the best if not one of the best places to shop...&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was really fun shopping.. even walking around the shops when you have no money at all wasnt that bad afterall.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'd really wanna compliment about Thais is their courtesy... it definitely beats Singaporeans hands down man! Little wonder why the ang mohs enjoys going to Thailand so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 oct - now. Back in camp again.. zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;So it's back to the Book in , slack, book out , have fun routine again.. haha.. things revolving around us are blading, having good food most of the time and her ranting about how bad sch has been.. hmm good times, bad times.. they all sum up to life.. don't dwell too much about it. Just my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's still alot more to talk about but I've gotta book in already.. well whats new right ? I'll talk about it on Thurs I guess. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is good, even the worst things will make you smile.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-113266578065157385?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/113266578065157385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=113266578065157385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/113266578065157385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/113266578065157385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/11/howdy-finally-ive-somehow-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112974380274935040</id><published>2005-10-20T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T01:45:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 oct 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Paulaner. Excellent pub! Great ambience, wonderful atmosphere, even weather was good! Haha beer was ok.. I didn't drink much. Whats so great about this place is it's live band. The trio were seriously entertaining man.. I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy myself even if I'm alone. =) Guys should go check this place out. Need address come find me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture speaks a thousand words.. yet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/DSCF0026small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/DSCN2542small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/DSCF0025small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/DSCF0028small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/DSCN2543small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/DSCF0050small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 oct 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bugis, did some shopping. Got a watch, 2 sunglasses and I got her a spaghetti stripe top.. I think she looks damn gorgeous in it.. haha.. you will have the chance to see it.. if you have the chance.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/glasses002small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/glasses004small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/glasses007small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/glasses008small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. Gotta catch some sleep now. Ciao =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Lets not dwell over the past, and not worry about the future... what matter the most is , now, that we have each other.. so cherish our time together now for it has become so sweet.. i love you so... my girl.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112974380274935040?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112974380274935040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112974380274935040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112974380274935040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112974380274935040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/10/13-oct-2005-went-to-paulaner.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112929741845578700</id><published>2005-10-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:43:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 issue that's been causing me to be so depressed of late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Recently I'm upset over the fact that I've to put up a false front to portrait the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this way after lots of thinking and self evaluation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, before I start my entry, let me ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;Before knowing who I am or how a person I am, whats your impression of me ? Unapproachable ? Moody ? Black Face ? I think I've got it all right.. But apparently those who know me well enough knows that I'm not that unapproachable, maybe moody at times but and altho my face may look like I'm having a bad mood, I'm totally not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel misunderstood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, people are shuning me away because they feel that they might not have a topic to talk about with me. Everytime I see the others playing around, joking here and there, I feel really upset as I know I'm not as accommodating... or what they say in chinese as 'ying chou'. Yes I agree I don't really know how to 'ying chou' and maybe thats y people tends to think " aiya, liang jie so boring one, everytime tell joke he just fake a laugh out, don't talk to him liao la "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to apologise for that kind of behaviour, maybe I'm just not entertaining enough, and thats y I tend to be more of a loner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired and unmotivated to put on a false front anymore. It's just me, with that look on my face, living my life away. But don't judge me by how I look, I'm totally different inside! Just thought you should know about me alittle deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I felt I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Liang Jie has changed... the Old cheerful, comical, treats life less seriously, attitude, yes.. the more 'hack care' Lj is gone. Comes the new paraniod, over suspicious, less entertaining , more moody Lj..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its the series of events that caused the change... I'm not gonna mention the details but if I have the power to take all that matters into my own hands, I don't all that to happen... it's just very devastating... perhaps the change is to allow me to adapt to the enviroment I'm involved in now. The harsh and practical reality of this cruel world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The used to be naive, happy-go-lucky me has come to realised that this life isn't a bed of roses.. " Wake up and welcome to the real world Liang Jie! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start to accept that this is life. I have to just deal with it... but the other side of me wants the old Lj to come back... It's just very tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will not enter a mental state of depression, I know it will not happen so easily.. cos at the end of the day.. I still have her... she is always the cause of my happiness, my motivation to end the day quick, and the reluctance to leave her at the end of the day.. haha.. I'm so glad I still have you dear.. you really light up my life.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you guys know, I'm really not superman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112929741845578700?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112929741845578700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112929741845578700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112929741845578700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112929741845578700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/10/2-issue-thats-been-causing-me-to-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112903659710393102</id><published>2005-10-11T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:20:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm it's been quite some time since I last added an entry.. y the sudden inactivity ?&lt;br /&gt;Cos i've been involved in some stupid parade! Super time consuming la can.. In fact i've just reached home from camp, the parade jus ended about 2 hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent updates:&lt;br /&gt;- Trip to sentosa&lt;br /&gt;-Stomp concert&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing else i guess. Cos time is wasted on the parade. Others would include spending time with Doreen, slacking at home.. and spending time with doreen again. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have the energy to do any updates, just came on to talk some cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture speaks a thousand words:&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;How she looks during the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/sentosa001small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its different *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/sentosa003small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/sentosa004small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/sentosa005small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/sentosa017small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/sentosa034small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time in our own world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/stomp007small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/stomp012small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just enjoy each others company don't we ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112903659710393102?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112903659710393102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112903659710393102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112903659710393102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112903659710393102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112851223204997407</id><published>2005-10-05T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:37:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who is going to keep me safe... in this crazy world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112851223204997407?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112851223204997407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112851223204997407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112851223204997407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112851223204997407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-is-going-to-keep-me-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112737549374910008</id><published>2005-09-22T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:56:21.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just learnt that some of my friends got into OCS. Congrats guys! You earned it. =) I'm feeling much better now.. compared to last time, everytime I learnt of a new guy getting into OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to....&lt;br /&gt;I was performing rather well in bmt, so that lead me to thinking that I've a fairly high chance of getting into OCS. I was quite keen for it. In fact I was very much prepared for every shit I might have to go thru in it. On the day I got my posting order, pretty as excited or nervous as anyone else receiving the posting order, I logged onto the net to check it out. I was disappointed, my heart sank, I couldn't believe my eyes.. I got into Sispec. Did some sms to my platoon mates, they were shocked too. Some of them even encouraged me to chiong more so they can see me 2 months from then. (Reason: there's another conversion from Sispec to OCS if your grades in Sispec are exceptionally well) They knew I could do it, I knew that I could too. But my heart felt otherwise, I was too upset to carry on.. I still couldnt believe it. Thats how I slacked and got posted to where I'm now. So everytime I hear someone getting into OCS, I was very upset. I would access myself with him. Why can he? But why can't I ? Repeatedly I asked myself. I was moody, morale was low. Doreen got affected too.&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was asking myself " am I too complacent ? "Maybe, but grades prove everything, and I believe I didnt get 2nd for nothing. Everytime I hear Joel ranting about garang-ness (genuine) and wayang-ness (faking) I felt nothing. Cos my garang-ness was genuine and I was proud of it. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there... the guys who I doubted their ability into getting into OCS.. I'm really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;From my platoon,&lt;br /&gt;Andre, Toh Jin, James, Luke, Shawn, Wei qiang, Kelvin, Benedict I think you guys do have some substance in you. You guys did it anyway right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some others,&lt;br /&gt;Enrico, Suh, I respect you guys... you persistted and this is was you have sown. You deserve it. I will be congratulating you on the 1st of Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin, you too man.. you have always gave me the impression that you will definitely get in and come out with a bar.. proud of you.. you did not disappoint those who had faith in you afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;Ming Wei.. you were the one with the lowest morale and least motivation to do things.. but you still got into OCS in the end.. initially when you told me you were gonna be a tech in AirForce school, I feel nothing nonetheless. But the moment i heard from some that you got into OCS, I felt cheated... maybe to you, you thought nothing of it, just a little prank to play around.. But I was deeply affected.. budd I'm really sorry man.. I doubted you.. I thought you couldn't get through.. but in the end you still did.. you even got the JCC badge that I've always wanted.. congrats bud! You've earned your way so now its just left with the bar plus the responsibility of an officer thats gonna be bestowed upon. 1st October, I will salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart, I think I've completely move out of the OCS odeal and now I just wanna do my job well in Sembawang air base and wait for my Pink IC to come home.. I just wanna say sorry to the above mentioned.. to my mum for being so moody and affecting everyone around me, and to her of course... she was already trying her best to console me and encourage me but I was totally oblivious to it. Thousands of apologies. to those that's in OCS now.. Kwan and Eddie, all the best mates, hope this is really what you wanted. Enjoy the journey through hell and back.. no insurance cover tho. *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112737549374910008?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112737549374910008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112737549374910008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112737549374910008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112737549374910008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-learnt-that-some-of-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112737093589539353</id><published>2005-09-22T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:22:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poof~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda just reached home, had a tiring '2-day'... Had my disappointing physical fitness test on day1, and mounted for duty on day2. I only had like 3 hours of proper sleep yesterday. Totally spent... everytime when I'm in camp, I'll definitely have lesser sleep than normal, its way lesser mind you.. so I'll have replenish my energy when I book out if not I'll really die from lack of sleep. For those who don't know what I'm actually doing for my national service, I'm in a 3-day shift guard duty. So I get to book out once every 3 days. Upon learning that, yes I was indeed delighted, but there seems to be alot more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;Day1 : Standby - 8 - 5, then book in at 2359 Hrs&lt;br /&gt;*This is the only time I get proper rest, cos i get to sleep at around 00 30 hrs and wake up at about 0700 hrs the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2 : Duty - 24Hrs&lt;br /&gt;*Basically we will mount for 24 hours duty guard duty. Yes it sucks. We will take over the previous shift at 0800 Hrs and do duty until 0800 Hrs the next day. This is when I get the least rest. 3 - 5 hours normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3 : Off - 24 Hrs&lt;br /&gt;*So we will wait for the next shift to take over us and if their late (which is most likely the case), we'll be eaten. After handing over to the next standby shift, we will have to send arms, do some admin and on the whole, book out at 1100 Hrs. So its not really 24 hrs if you do calculate. So by 1200 Hrs I'll be home (If nothing cocks up), washing up and will take a nap if I have the time. If not, I'll just go out without sleeping/resting. Most of the time I'll meet her and spend some time together till quite late and by the time I reach home, it'd be almost 12 plus 1. And by the time I sleep, its already 1 30 am (all timings are approximate). So I have to wake up at 6 to prepare and book in by 0730.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the life I lead, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Totally time spent for sleeping on an average,&lt;br /&gt;6.5 Hrs (day1) + 3 Hrs (day2) + 4.5 Hrs (day3) = 14 Hrs out of 72 Hrs.&lt;br /&gt;If I have to sleep 8 hours for sufficient rest a day, 14 Hrs out of 24 Hrs is only 58.3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if everybody is gonna envy me for having such a "shiok" vocation, I reckon they come try it out for themselves before talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't have a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112737093589539353?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112737093589539353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112737093589539353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112737093589539353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112737093589539353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/poof-kinda-just-reached-home-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112715593994210874</id><published>2005-09-20T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:09:17.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new Chapter begins....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;strong&gt;relived!&lt;/strong&gt; Seems like all weights that were on me have been lifted. I feel like a new man all over again. Today marks the end of this chapter of my life, tomorrow shall begin the new. I know why, she knows why, thats good enough.. nothing else matters. No matter how happy the happiest girl in the world can be, it doesn't matter no more. I will try my best to make her happy as much as I can. No more throwing tantrums, no more being in solitude... some of the new commitments I have to make.. it's not gonna be easy, but rest assured I'm not giving up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for what I wanna say today.. will update on my diary entry (18-09-05) tomorrow. Too tired. Heh.. Gd night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying wei hai ai ni, shuo yi bu fang qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/ai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/Untitled-TrueColor-04small.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112715593994210874?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112715593994210874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112715593994210874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112715593994210874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112715593994210874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-chapter-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112688978217166412</id><published>2005-09-17T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:12:31.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally spent! Too tired to blog man. Sorry to disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;I will be back on the *count fingers*... 19th sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song for the night: Bon Jovi - livin' on a prayer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112688978217166412?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112688978217166412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112688978217166412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112688978217166412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112688978217166412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-totally-spent-too-tired-to-blog-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112670503604256976</id><published>2005-09-14T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:53:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon this pictures while reading wei yang's blog, just realised that we met up for a little get together not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Example" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Example" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/the20guys200220_smaller_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man hunt potential ? I think Gerard is crazy. I don't mind the title of manhunt tho. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to come - the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song for the night: Jason Mraz - life is wonderful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112670503604256976?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112670503604256976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112670503604256976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112670503604256976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112670503604256976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/stumbled-upon-this-pictures-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112670051122656856</id><published>2005-09-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:21:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howde everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date I was busy with an internal exercise carried out by my OC (officer in command). It stretched for 4 days 4 nights ? Hmm and those ppl who thinks " Hmm Lj do guard duty still got exercise one meh ? " Yes. I do cos my unit is COMBAT by vocation! (ps. im not ranting, rather proud that its combat tho. -D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its called 'threatcon Charlie heightened security'. Basically what we did was to heighten the security in the airbase, more stations to man, 100% checks for everything entering the base and more ground duties for the sergeants. The only thing I loathe was having to do ground manning (which means we have to be at some selected areas. eg. Xray, emplacements, etc..) ! Im not complaining or anything but its jus plain stupid for sergeants to do ground manning cos we have better things to do. Ensuring the smooth flow of the guard duty system is tiring enough, now we have extra work to do.. fugg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the exercise was really fun. Everything we dealt with was 'real action and life threatening encounters simulated by our OC's 'actors'.Rightfully we get to do what the police does to nab criminals and such, but before we get to that part of action, the drill will be cut off. Losers.. Boohoo. I wanted to see how those guys suffer under our deadly CLUTCHES. Speaking of which, I have a subordinate in my platoon. He's called Wai Kit. He's something like the brother of our platoon. Why, cos he's big, and he knows wushu. I've seen him kicking the punching bag before. Hell the bag swinged from one end of the room to the other. Period. I just cant imagine anyone being pinned by him. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the whole exercise was physically and mentally tiring. I was totally spent. Had to sleep long hours to rejuvenate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited at home for her to drop by my place to do some catching up. Heh.. I MISS HER LIKE CRAZY. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats home. sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112670051122656856?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112670051122656856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112670051122656856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112670051122656856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112670051122656856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/howde-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112593206842012898</id><published>2005-09-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:54:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghh !!! This sucks.. was supposed to meet her for awhile before booking in to camp but I had to do the stupid project and its not completed! FUCK I can't even meet her for this while.. starting to miss her real lots.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the problem with my unit.. we don't have a fix schedule so that we can at least plan when we wanna meet our girl and its so fucked up I just cant stand it no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The fucking army sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112593206842012898?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112593206842012898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112593206842012898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112593206842012898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112593206842012898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/arghh-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112591881306523972</id><published>2005-09-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:26:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks.. Just not in the mood right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112591881306523972?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112591881306523972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112591881306523972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112591881306523972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112591881306523972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112562596664140869</id><published>2005-09-02T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:54:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeopardising my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bloody long while since I had a very long undisturbed sleep... and the meter's still counting.. argh got woken up by a call from camp to to some handing over of stuffs. Since my platoon's splitting up there're some admin to be handed over to other platoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the punishment In Charge (IC) in my platoon and that means that I keep track of all punishments records of my men. What kind of offences they make and what kind of punishment do they get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didnt not do proper update... just clear enough for me to understand who's done and who's not done. I personally think its not gonna be very clear for the rest to decipher. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zzzz i'm screwing myself in the end!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Lets just hope that Staff (our sergeant major) will be more understanding towards this matter... *prays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.. I'm still feeling very sleepy but hecks.. I shouldn't waste so much time sleeping my life away.. So right now.. yea.. gotta compensate for my sleeping fixation back in sch, not gonna sleep anymore.. -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm surfing the eNews in msn now and was reading the issue in New Oleans, yes.. the FLOOD. ( for those who didnt know, welcome to earth! *smiles*) Ouch.. the situation is really becoming very detrimental towards the victims of the storm.. case of rape are increasing.. people getting whacked up.. everyone is becoming very hostile seemingly. Whats with everyone right now? Trying to make matters worst.. I really pity those victims.. the storm was already traumatising enough.. and now this.. but I still havent finish reading the article.. so don't really know what the reasons are... after reading this article, I was also reminded of 1 point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living in Singapore is really fortunate as one is well protected by natural disasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to condemn the standards of living in Singapore... comparing many things with the other countries and was really against the goverment system and all, but nothing seem to matter anymore... I really count myself very lucky to be in Singapore now that all these are happening to other countries. Singapore has a real strategic location, not only is it a strategic port, but also well protected by surrounding countries from natural disasters. Lets take for instance, the recent tsunami case that flooded Aceh. To put the facts bluntly, if Aceh is not located at where she is now, there will be a straight flow for the tsunami towards Singapore... Enough said, I just feel very fortunate all of a sudden..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow, I'm still very new to this. Managed to play around the program a little, but still don't know how to add in the tag that ppl have in their blog. Shall ask JH if she knows anything extra. *Grins* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music for the morning = Diana Krall - when I look into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna meet her later on for some shopping, I don't think I wanna look tired man... it will spoil her day so bad.. I think I'm gonna sleep now to regenerate alittle. So laters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15975004-112562596664140869?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112562596664140869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112562596664140869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112562596664140869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112562596664140869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/jeopardising-my-appointment.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15975004.post-112560583826909975</id><published>2005-09-02T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:11:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;WICKED!&lt;br /&gt;This the 1st post of my blog but expect nothing spectacular from it. Well jus had a parade in the late morning and the only thing worth mentioning is that I attended it with jus 3 hours of sleep! WAHAHA (you can worship me I have no objections to that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the platoon which used to be under me and some of my other comrades disbanded officially today.It kinda marked the end of our tour being the Guards of Honour 2005. They, without me, had a little celebration prior to that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"flutter kick in position 1000 counts of 4 excercise begin!"&lt;br /&gt;"Pumping in position ready! Down! DowN! DOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;"Crunches position change! Up UP UP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say it's just a little bit of err.. physical training.. hahaha. but I'm sure they had fun nonetheless. Where was I ? Sleeping. *smiles*. So my guys will be splitted up, going into different platoons to do guard already. I just hope they will get along well with the bulk, being the minority is not a very pleasant thing. Managed to get a day off for the guys due to the transition of the guard shifts. It will eat into our Saturday which is supposed to be our off man! That sucks big time. But I should've seen it coming, this is the way of the army man... all the system fucked ups, all the miscommunication and all the scoldings you receive when it's not at all your fault, you have to take it, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I did not go for Ibm. Just didnt feel like it, perhaps it's due to the fatigue built up for the past weeks. I did go to the sch after the concert tho. To meet up with some guys, hang around and of course, fetch her to where she wanna go. =) Went to 24hrs. nothing much spectacular happened. The number of the SPband ppl patronising 24 is becoming so overwhelming I did not experience this kind of monstrosity before, not even in my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**memories kept flashing.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were the 2nd last group to leave, with the flute section still staying behind. Offered to fetch some of her friends back home, zhi hui, pei rong and yvonne. Thought it'd be pretty much quite out of the way cos 2 of them live in west coast and 1 in boon lay. but it turns out that its very on the way cos of the place they live in, very strategic locations. Hahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i went on to accompany her home and pay a visit to my 4 legs. He woked up when he realised my existance. " Come here ! come here" I knew he missed me but, he doesnt seemed to be responding. I guess his legs were to numb to even move. *sucks* So I just hang around till she finished bathing and bid goodbye. She gave a goodbye hug.. that made my day. *smiles* I felt so loved... =) gave her a peek and left. &lt;div align="left"&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/15975004-112560583826909975?l=temperamenta1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/feeds/112560583826909975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15975004&amp;postID=112560583826909975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112560583826909975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15975004/posts/default/112560583826909975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temperamenta1.blogspot.com/2005/09/wicked-this-1st-post-of-my-blog-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915905756277289182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b271/leeliangjie/collage9s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
