<?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-32167963</id><updated>2011-11-19T17:45:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicling one's life for the benefit of oneself.</title><subtitle type='html'>In ancient Egypt, the Apis was considered to be the incarnation of the god Ptah, the creator of the universe and master of destiny. Plutarch wrote that the "Apis was a fair and beautiful image of the soul of Osiris".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7368554595851098443</id><published>2011-08-16T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:26:41.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mode of waiting...</title><summary type='text'>They say time and tide waits for no man. How true! But when I have to wait for something, I feel like time passes by too slowly. One example is my new house. We booked the flat a week before our wedding and signed the S&amp;P agreement in late April this year. And the expected completion date is Sep 2013. Two whole years before I see the keys to the place I'll call home for probably the next 20 or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7368554595851098443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7368554595851098443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-mode-of-waiting.html' title='In the mode of waiting...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5078595397614964700</id><published>2010-10-27T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:10:26.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date is getting nearer...</title><summary type='text'>The date is getting nearer but unlike when I was about to ORD. Then, the nearer I get to the date, the longer it felt for a day to end. Now, the weeks seems to zoom past. It's Like the hourglass gap got wider or the sands within got finer, time moves so quickly. 

It's a very frightening time for me. Truly. I was never worried for exams, a tad worried for NS enlistment but this wedding thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5078595397614964700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5078595397614964700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-is-getting-nearer.html' title='Date is getting nearer...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4794930334203247947</id><published>2010-10-20T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:01:26.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatives</title><summary type='text'>There's no word to describe how blessed I am to still be able to realize what it feels like to spend time and do little things for one of your very own. I thought that was something I can never experience but all it took was one simple gesture.

For that bro, you made me change my mind on turning back on my own relatives. That there may be afterall a glimmer of hope that I could feel the joy of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4794930334203247947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4794930334203247947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2010/10/relatives.html' title='Relatives'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3513245829358941709</id><published>2010-10-12T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:12:03.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair</title><summary type='text'>Been troubled by it for weeks... That feeling of worry, anxiety, frustration... All in one... All in my heart... Can't believe that it's happening when I thought I am strong enough to withstand it all.

It's so unfair how some people can move from day to day without a care in the world. I tried the same, I failed miserably. The harder I try, the worse I feel. How to stop caring, loving and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3513245829358941709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3513245829358941709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2010/10/unfair.html' title='Unfair'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2509212823424841824</id><published>2010-09-01T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:43:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email Reply to HDB's Email Reply</title><summary type='text'>Your Ref : 2355716I


Dear Mr Tay,

Thank you for very much for your email. 

It's good that you have the records of my applications correctly. I would like to clarify that with regards to the Oct 2008 Half-Yearly Sales Exercise, it was not possible for me to have selected a flat because 2 days before my appointment, there was only 1 available 5-room unit left. Even though there were more than 80</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2509212823424841824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2509212823424841824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2010/09/email-reply-to-hdbs-email-reply.html' title='An Email Reply to HDB&apos;s Email Reply'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1286779354603162678</id><published>2010-07-17T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:16:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post for 2010!!!</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I made my last blog entry. Many things have happened since.. Especially in the year 2010. The following are some of it:-

1. The tallest man-made structure to date, the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, United Arab Emirates, is officially opened.
2. The Deepwater Horizon oil rig explodes in the Gulf of Mexico killing 11 workers. The resulting oil spill, one of the largest in history,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1286779354603162678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1286779354603162678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-post-for-2010.html' title='First post for 2010!!!'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-8928059775040241416</id><published>2009-10-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:40:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Times Ahead</title><summary type='text'>The hardest struggle of all is to be something different from what the average man is.- Robert H. Schuller 
It's been a while since I felt like blogging. I've gone through a tedious, tiring and draining process of change. My thinking that is. I used to believe that when life gets at you, you can and should get back at life. Never despair and always fight on. I still do believe that you should get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8928059775040241416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8928059775040241416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/10/better-times-ahead.html' title='Better Times Ahead'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6801579263692807873</id><published>2009-09-06T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:05:52.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes an Indian to Understand Another Indian (Joke)</title><summary type='text'>This is a Malaysian joke. It sounds like insulting the former Malaysia's infamous minister Samy Vellu and former Prime Minister Mahathir. Here's the joke:Samy Vellu was visiting India when he fell and broke his jaw. He was unable to speak. Being the great leader that he is, he continued his grand tour.On the last week of his visit, although unable to speak, Samy insisted on sending a message home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6801579263692807873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6801579263692807873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-takes-indian-to-understand-another.html' title='It Takes an Indian to Understand Another Indian (Joke)'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2546563549434496451</id><published>2009-07-30T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:04:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing A Great Friend</title><summary type='text'>Don't get me wrong... My great friend is still alive and kicking. Just that I haven't had the chance to meet up with him and his family. I missed those old days in camp. He's now a father (albeit being younger than me). And his son is so so so adorable. Maybe I should consider becoming his god-father. Haha!! Enjoy the pics I "stole" from his facebook account.Raymie, his wife Sheila and son, Ryan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2546563549434496451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2546563549434496451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-great-friend.html' title='Missing A Great Friend'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SnENSmScbsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/p5aGkUP9GHQ/s72-c/raymie+%26+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4768502213581177461</id><published>2009-07-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:55:06.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Instincts</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine recently shared something very interesting:-There are two types of ways to survive in this world. Have you ever heard of the phrase "going with the flow"? This applies exactly to people who wants to survive their mundane and uninteresting lives. They do their best to blend in and be camouflaged so that they will never stand out like a sore thumb. Boss say go right, they go right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4768502213581177461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4768502213581177461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/07/survival-instincts.html' title='Survival Instincts'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5857988450018406418</id><published>2009-07-18T19:25:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:53:52.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka &amp; KL Trip - July 2009</title><summary type='text'>Despite having a bad back (muscles were over-stretched I guess for working too hard in the gym), my family, my fiancee, my friend and my brother's gf, made our way to Melaka and KL over the last weekend. We drove up in 2 cars. Surprisingly, we managed to reach in 2 hours. We did a quick stop before driving up to KL in 3 cars, including my cousin's family. The purpose of the trip was more to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5857988450018406418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5857988450018406418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/07/melaka-kl-trip-july-2009.html' title='Melaka &amp; KL Trip - July 2009'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SmG3GcXa1eI/AAAAAAAAArI/AczLKO4y1hI/s72-c/Picture+PROGRAM+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-9135840815836574487</id><published>2009-06-20T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:41:34.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a tough time...</title><summary type='text'>It's been a challenging few weeks for me. I can't recall the last time I really worked so hard. Forgoing rest time, working late almost everyday, weekends, and trying so hard to make sense of it all. I got confused by it all, I got out of it, only to be confused again. It hadn't been easy.Yet, in that period of "hardship", I learnt more about myself. Even just today, I learnt something. I pushed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/9135840815836574487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/9135840815836574487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-tough-time.html' title='Been a tough time...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1036005229706535208</id><published>2009-06-07T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:25:41.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed, I Am...</title><summary type='text'>In recent weeks, I have been caught in various state of mental stress. Friends issues, family issues, work issues... I had lots of issues... I did all I could to overcome them... I tried ways and means to live with the issues. I knew I never solved the issues, I had "swept" the issues under the carpet instead. Wishing it will all go away some day.Today though, while driving, and thinking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1036005229706535208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1036005229706535208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed-i-am.html' title='Blessed, I Am...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3080767084656150461</id><published>2009-05-16T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:48:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>I haven't blogged in a while because I wanted to collate the pics from the recent Perth trip and then blog about it. But I haven't managed to do so. So I'll pen my thoughts of my recent emotional roller-coaster ride. I hope you won't hate poetry after reading mine.FriendThere was once, a long time ago,I thought friends made life complete.There was once, a long time ago,I thought friends made you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3080767084656150461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3080767084656150461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2439417048301706642</id><published>2009-04-25T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:58:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Car Rims &amp; Maybe No Gym</title><summary type='text'>Today was a bit of a slow day for me. No centre visits in the morning so I slept in till about 9am. Yep, I am used to the routine now. Wake up later than that and I'll get a headache. For the past few weekends, it's always been a packed schedule.Normally centre visits on Sat morning ending around late afternoon. After which I go home to get some rest (not sleep). And my day ends. On Sundays, it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2439417048301706642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2439417048301706642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-car-rims-maybe-no-gym.html' title='New Car Rims &amp; Maybe No Gym'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SfMftmVclRI/AAAAAAAAAow/AkIztQEGpAY/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-51208053726593757</id><published>2009-04-18T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:29:04.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confidante</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I shared about something that affects my emotional well-being so I thought it'd be a good time to share it in this post.In recent months, ever since I started work as a Field Development Counsultant (layman is Area Manager), my emotional health has been swaying crazily. But last week, it took it's toll on me. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Everything didn't go well for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/51208053726593757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/51208053726593757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-confidante.html' title='My Confidante'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6667549663476192303</id><published>2009-04-09T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:12:13.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Eating Habits</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long long week for me... And a really testing time too... But first, let me correct a typo mistake I made in the earlier post. I joined as a gym member of Fitness First. I had the name wrong earlier.Anyway, so far, I have gone for 5 visits to the gym. Once on last Wed, last Fri, last Sun, last Tues and today. On last Tues session, I had a Personal Trainer with me. The trainer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6667549663476192303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6667549663476192303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-eating-habits.html' title='New Eating Habits'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1949386481883993725</id><published>2009-04-03T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:49:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay To Be Tortured</title><summary type='text'>My arms are feeling sore now... But I am feeling kinda happy... Yeah, that my arms are sore... It's been a long while since I had that unpleasant ache. But I wonder if my enthusiasm will last. In a way, I have to make it last because it doesn't come at a really cheap price. Are you still wondering why my arms are sore? Hee... It's because I am now a gym member of Planet Fitness!At first, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1949386481883993725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1949386481883993725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/04/pay-to-be-tortured.html' title='Pay To Be Tortured'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-219660143384758073</id><published>2009-03-30T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:18:14.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Travel Luggage</title><summary type='text'>Just got myself a new travel luggage. I don't know why but I am so excited over it. Love the soft leather on the handles. Finally have a luggage that is mine. No need to borrow anymore. Hee...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/219660143384758073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/219660143384758073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-travel-luggage.html' title='My New Travel Luggage'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SdDiephz_vI/AAAAAAAAAoA/BnvCWxhrWzY/s72-c/bagfrmside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1467742282631700545</id><published>2009-03-29T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:23:12.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guys' Rules...........</title><summary type='text'>At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally , the guys' side of the story. ( I must admit, it's pretty good.)  They always hear " the rules" From the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side.  These are their rules! Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!1. Men are NOT mind readers..1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1467742282631700545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1467742282631700545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-rules.html' title='The Guys&apos; Rules...........'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4268687404863638489</id><published>2009-03-18T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:02:56.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Turning Back</title><summary type='text'>Most people see career advancement as a sign of good progress and reward for all their efforts. It usually comes with the unspoken rule of gaining experience and consistent performance. Some may even be asked to be play an 'acting' role prior to their actual appointment.I have been with Kumon for 2 years and 5 months now. In the first year, I was in the Field Administration where we support </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4268687404863638489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4268687404863638489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-no-turning-back.html' title='There&apos;s No Turning Back'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5775395325013703590</id><published>2009-03-01T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:13:10.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children. Gift from God. Maybe.</title><summary type='text'>I have been working in centres quite actively in the last few weeks. It's not really something new but it seems I am starting to feel happier when I am at centres. Especially when I see children more frequently and they start to recognize me too. In one incident recently, a very young boy completed his test and I helped him to mark his test. He was eagerly waiting for the test result that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5775395325013703590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5775395325013703590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/03/children-gift-from-god-maybe.html' title='Children. Gift from God. Maybe.'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1084699771319238275</id><published>2009-02-23T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:43:40.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Service.. or Nightmare?</title><summary type='text'>How many of you people there think that the bigger a company, the better it's service? Probably most if not all of you. I thought so too. But boy, was I wrong. Big time wrong! I am going to share with you a real-life experience of how a big organisation cannot provide a simple customer service, much less make the customer happy.All events are real occurence but only name of organisation is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1084699771319238275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1084699771319238275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/02/customer-service-or-nightmare.html' title='Customer Service.. or Nightmare?'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6150836801522850068</id><published>2009-02-19T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:30:32.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Part II</title><summary type='text'>Hee.. Sounds like a movie ah.. Was on the way home from work when I realized I had not blogged about the Valentine's Day gift. I know, we aren't suppose to celebrate it and all so let's just take it as a day we exchanged gifts. Like that also can hor..This is what I got from my beloved fiancee, Marziah:-I knew it's a tie.. Hee.. But I didn't know it's so nice... I loved it..And I even got a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6150836801522850068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6150836801522850068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-part-ii.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Part II'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SZ1d91f_dKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/evENbY9P_j8/s72-c/tiebox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3328170963323083374</id><published>2009-02-14T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:42:24.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is Valentine's Day. Few women ever forget this holiday. We like romance, being held by that special someone and being told we are loved. Many partners have gotten in big trouble on this day because they forgot to give the gift that says, I love you.They say Valentine's Day is the day for lovers. That is all well and good if you have a lover you like. Otherwise, the day can be a bust. Too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3328170963323083374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3328170963323083374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SZblxpUVbvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fgRvL3MIE28/s72-c/Valentines+Day.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4085057964778359986</id><published>2009-02-02T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:16:43.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!</title><summary type='text'>Hey peeps.. This might sound very self-important but I just need to say my thanks to my fiancee, friends and colleagues who gave me their best wishes. I have gotten 2 presents so far. Thank you very much everyone! Oh ya, my birthday is on 3rd Feb. Hee.. And I dun mind receiving belated gifts as well. Keep it coming peeps!!The 2 gifts I got as at 2nd Feb 2009.The very original birthday card </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4085057964778359986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4085057964778359986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SYb93aEOLVI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4UAMsEvwSr4/s72-c/Bdaygift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3327929655883182945</id><published>2009-01-24T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:14:35.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LASIK &amp; Peacock in the Garden</title><summary type='text'>There's 2 things I wanna share really.. One is something of sheer disappointment, the other something of sheer joy. Two contrasting issues.Let's start with the good news. This Wednesday is gonna be the day that I will be rid of my spectacles. For good I hope. I will be going for LASIK and hope to have as close to a perfect eyesight as possible. My astigmatism is high while my corrective degree is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3327929655883182945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3327929655883182945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/01/lasik-peacock-in-garden.html' title='LASIK &amp; Peacock in the Garden'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4181824765096348778</id><published>2009-01-11T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:13:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Red Cliff II</title><summary type='text'> (Image from http://www.shaw.sg/) The Part II of this movie was released in Singapore on 9 Jan 2009. It was a movie that I looked forward to watching and having watched part I, I had some expectations. Part II exceeded my expectations.There were more moments of humour than Part I, making the movie more bearable for those who were clueless about the show. In addition, the story was more focused on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4181824765096348778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4181824765096348778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-review-red-cliff-ii.html' title='Movie Review: Red Cliff II'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SWjh2hkpwcI/AAAAAAAAAmM/TF-u2N7J_io/s72-c/m_redcliff2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6995503060669492068</id><published>2008-12-31T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:53:06.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: Reflection, 2009: Re-everything</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know. All of you must have had a damn happening countdown celebration right. Boozing, grooving, guys scoring chicks, gals getting naughty, blah blah blah. Sour grapes? Hardly. What did you do different on 31 Dec 08 compared to 31 Dec 07? I used to think that welcoming a new year was a must-do, must-attend, must-be-at sort of thing. But for some reason, probably I age mentally faster </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6995503060669492068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6995503060669492068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-reflection-2009-re-everything.html' title='2008: Reflection, 2009: Re-everything'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3065883576446723709</id><published>2008-12-10T15:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:10:03.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Trip</title><summary type='text'>I have set foot in Japan and returned. The experience was well-worth the uncomfortable plane ride. The weather was cold going as low as 4 degree celcius when we were there. I want to give a very detailed run down but I think you'd be bored before it ends.So here's a summary:Day 1 - 5th DecArrived at Narita Airport. Passed Customs and took a bus ride to Prince Sakura Tower Hotel, an hour-plus away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3065883576446723709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3065883576446723709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/12/japan-trip.html' title='Japan Trip'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/ST9xMG0fPEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XbI1jqWPyfE/s72-c/DSC01156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5890880784399916450</id><published>2008-12-01T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:54:36.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SITEX 2008</title><summary type='text'>SITEX was hell! It was so packed with people, like going to free-for-all carnival. I thought going to Geylang Bazaar on the Hari Raya eve was how crowded a crowd can get but the SITEX exhibition was worse. Yet, I was already planning to go again next year.Yep, it was still worth the visit. Despite all the pushing and shoving, I think the trip was fruitful. I can now convince myself to wait for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5890880784399916450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5890880784399916450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/12/sitex-2008.html' title='SITEX 2008'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4581481842641733332</id><published>2008-11-26T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:26:56.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dedication to A Friend</title><summary type='text'>This post is dedicated to a friend of mine, Alvin, who lost his father. In dedicating this poem to him, I reflected back on how it felt when I lost my grandma. But I think his pain is much more than mine and so I hope he feels better knowing all of us are here for him.We’re With YouWhen you miss him,we’re with you in spirit,wondering how you feel,hoping you’re coping,and getting a little better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4581481842641733332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4581481842641733332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/11/dedication-to-friend.html' title='A Dedication to A Friend'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6758624113607658470</id><published>2008-11-24T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:47:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumon National ASHR 2008... Concluded..</title><summary type='text'>It was a long day.. A really long one.. On Friday, I had to stay back till 12.45am (i.e. Sat morning) to ensure that the stage backdrop and the photo-panels were completed. I can't deny I felt anxious because I really didn't want to mess up the company's most important day of the year. Thankfully, Jackson and his team were able to ensure completion despite being 3.5 hours behind schedule.The next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6758624113607658470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6758624113607658470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/11/kumon-national-ashr-2008-concluded.html' title='Kumon National ASHR 2008... Concluded..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SSqulHFMmrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jW_TLTl6elI/s72-c/IMG_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4665568182628058828</id><published>2008-11-20T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:47:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumon National ASHR Ceremony 2008.. Counting Down...</title><summary type='text'>It's been a hell of a week! The past few months' efforts will finally bear fruit in less than 48 hours. The most tedious and potentially damaging part of the event is finally concluded safely with no damaging outcome albeit some differences of opinion between myself and the vendor. It seems that this year's Kumon Pal Special Edition is going to be a better hit than last year's Book of Achiever. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4665568182628058828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4665568182628058828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/11/kumon-national-ashr-ceremony-2008.html' title='Kumon National ASHR Ceremony 2008.. Counting Down...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5749446785700020906</id><published>2008-11-09T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:59:59.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Danish Putra</title><summary type='text'>Just a quick update.Went to Raymie's home today for his son's 'hair cutting' as Ryan is a newborn. Saw a fair bit of people. None that I knew except his parents, sister and wife. I carried the baby just for a bit. Very worried that he might cry. But surprisingly, Ryan didn't even whimper. So well-behaved. Even as a baby, Ryan looks so handsome. And he is 'tall' just like his father. Below is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5749446785700020906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5749446785700020906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/11/ryan-danish-putra.html' title='Ryan Danish Putra'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SRbeo4TZWuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3vgZZILXvbk/s72-c/DSC00231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-101364746621437285</id><published>2008-11-07T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:38:33.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I had slept quite late. Around 12am actually. As I drifted to sleep, I thought to myself, "It's going to be a long night." Whenever I slept late, waking up is a chore as I set my alarm to 6.15am everyday. Sleep is precious to me because a lack of it will create chaos in my body system, giving me major headaches and even migraines.Yet, this morning, I woke up feeling light-headed and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/101364746621437285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/101364746621437285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream.html' title='A Dream'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-19601665675493233</id><published>2008-11-03T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:47:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting the Unexpected</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I really thought about blogging. Normally, I could just ramble on and on about nothingness just to share about something. But it seems these few days hasn't been easy even if it was to just write a few lines.I guess it's been a while since I felt that sense of hopelessness. I can't recall when the last time was but this time round, it really hit me hard. No one is to blame</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/19601665675493233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/19601665675493233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/11/expecting-unexpected.html' title='Expecting the Unexpected'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-8450020119226054452</id><published>2008-11-01T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:06:44.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall &amp; Dream</title><summary type='text'>Fall © Joyce Alcantara You may see me struggle but you wont see me fall. Regardless if I'm weak or not I'm going to stand tall. Everyone says life is easy but truly living it is not. times get hard, people struggle &amp; constantly get put on the spot. I'm going to wear the biggest smile even though i want to cry. I'm gonna fight to live even though I'm destined to die. and even though it's hard &amp; i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8450020119226054452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8450020119226054452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall.html' title='Fall &amp; Dream'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1902901459562076208</id><published>2008-10-18T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:11:37.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Reception</title><summary type='text'>Just got back home. Attended Marz's poly senior wedding reception at Yishun. It was held in the Nee Soon East CC's hall. It's good to see how the common Malay void-deck receptions are now moving into better locations like CCs, function rooms and even hotels. In a way, a culture norm is starting to fade away. What used to be a rare sight will become almost non-existent one day. Fewer and fewer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1902901459562076208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1902901459562076208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-reception.html' title='Wedding Reception'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SPn8GzIOHzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tfxYAKGqCj8/s72-c/DSC00215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3636239276858534447</id><published>2008-10-14T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:42:22.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Location Search</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 2nd day of work after a week-long absence. I am still making recovery but feeling much better now. For today, 2 colleagues and myself decided to go for a full day location search trip. To make thing easier, I decided to drive for the search.For a start, one of the colleague, Yuen Ling and I met at Tiong Bahru Plaza to have breakfast at McDonald's. We changed the venue to Coffee Bean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3636239276858534447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3636239276858534447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/10/location-search.html' title='Location Search'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SPSEvp8UM4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/EnauvEv7wPg/s72-c/DSC00211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-219136768730684588</id><published>2008-10-12T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:58:20.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Saturday</title><summary type='text'>It's been more than 4 days since my discharge from hospital. My asthma symptoms have reduced tremendously albeit the occassional wheezing due to my running nose. I am slowly recovering. Yesterday, I went to 3 places with my family. The first was for the engagement of my cousin at Pasir Ris. Cik Ani and family hosted the function at their home. It was warm and enjoyable as we mingled with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/219136768730684588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/219136768730684588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/10/eventful-saturday.html' title='Eventful Saturday'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SPGB3Jy9DJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5K_HKK1lDdE/s72-c/DSC00790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-436252716983956761</id><published>2008-10-07T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:05:28.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital</title><summary type='text'>For the last 2 nights, I was sleeping in the comfort of a hospital bed. On Sunday night, I experienced difficulty breathing. The whole thing started with a sore throat (viral infection) on Friday. I was at work actually and over a few hours, the sore throat was bad enough to cause me pain even when just drinking water. I took some throat lozenges, bought some cooling water to dispel body </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/436252716983956761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/436252716983956761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/10/hospital.html' title='Hospital'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6503906302820134144</id><published>2008-10-04T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:39:12.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya.. Wedding..</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday was the first day of the Muslim month of Syawal, i.e. Hari Raya Aidilfitri. We didn't do much visiting. Today was a different story though. My family and I went to JB, Malaysia to attend my close friend's wedding. He's been a friend for more than 20 years. And among our 'clique', he's the first to be married. After the wedding lunch, we proceeded back to Singapore and visited 2 more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6503906302820134144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6503906302820134144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-wedding.html' title='Hari Raya.. Wedding..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SOdwNnYXdGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/D5FC7S_PgAo/s72-c/SNC10886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2490809931584737376</id><published>2008-09-30T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:54:04.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><summary type='text'>Sempena hari mulia ini, kepada keluarga ku, sahabat-sahabat, saudara-mara, yang dekat mahupun yang jauh, ku susun sepuluh jari, memohon maaf zahir dan batin, jikalau ada kesilapan yang sengaja ataupun tidak, ku harap dapat dihalalkan makan minum ku, dan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.Actually, as it gets nearer and nearer to Hari Raya, pangs of sadness will fill me. I always get reminded of how my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2490809931584737376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2490809931584737376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-8144186736644726066</id><published>2008-09-28T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:41:28.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singtel Singapore Grand Prix</title><summary type='text'>Oh man.. So sad.. My fave driver, Lewis Hamilton, came in third. The consolation is that my 2nd fave driver, Nico Rosberg, came in second. But then again, Lewis has gained a 7-points lead over his closest rival for the F1 Season Driver Championship. Whew! Fortunately or not, Felipe Massa's crash allowed Lewis to extend his driver's points.Was on the way to Geylang for break-fast when we passed by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8144186736644726066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8144186736644726066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/singtel-singapore-grand-prix.html' title='Singtel Singapore Grand Prix'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7759376768231930127</id><published>2008-09-26T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:45:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut.. Singapore Grand Prix</title><summary type='text'>Yeah!! Finally had my haircut at this shop called Salon4Hair in Suntec City. Cost me $130 because I colored and cut it. The process was kinda fast and quite different from when I 'blonded' my hair when I was in poly. Yep, I did 'blond' my hair before. Just hope my hair will look nice especially over the Hari Raya period.In addition, on the way to and back from Suntec City, I caught a glimpse of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7759376768231930127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7759376768231930127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/haircut-singapore-grand-prix.html' title='Haircut.. Singapore Grand Prix'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SN0DOXtaVEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UvqkV7BK1tg/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7341017374309038452</id><published>2008-09-25T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:20:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintwork... Haircut...</title><summary type='text'>On last Tuesday, it was a tiring day for me. Together with 2 other colleagues, we were in a centre to do paintwork. Yep, we helped to paint the interior of the centre from a dull and boring yellow into a cool and relaxing magenta. The hardwork paid off and the centre looks great at the end of the day. Somehow, I seem to be more attached to the centre. I hope the students will love the centre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7341017374309038452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7341017374309038452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/paintwork-haircut.html' title='Paintwork... Haircut...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-8642827262962515728</id><published>2008-09-16T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:14:39.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><summary type='text'>In recent months, across the globe more and more people are talking about change. Yes, change. Barack Obama and Joe Biden (US Presidential / VP candidates) are having "Change We Need Rally" across US towns (see here) and are strong proponents for change across the society strata, policies and management of USA.Hillary Clinton, while campaigning as Democrats Presidential Nominee, also cited the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8642827262962515728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8642827262962515728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1054714296341433742</id><published>2008-09-11T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:30:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooches</title><summary type='text'>Hey.. I just came back from dinner (break fast) from my fiancee's place. Had some good food there. Brought back some souvenirs. Ahakz!!Let me give a hint to which souvenir made my day. You know, Hari Raya is coming up and with the nice clothes and all, it just need that final touches. The best way is to find a nice brooch that can make your clothes complete.Ladies wear brooches on their scarves, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1054714296341433742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1054714296341433742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/brooches.html' title='Brooches'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SMkdTqwsYoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dbyr_20c-2s/s72-c/Photo0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4891596361056857124</id><published>2008-09-07T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:00:00.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Haffis Means.. My Horoscope Personality..</title><summary type='text'>What Haffis MeansYou are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4891596361056857124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4891596361056857124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-haffis-means-my-horoscope.html' title='What Haffis Means.. My Horoscope Personality..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3089179424808432598</id><published>2008-09-01T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:42:09.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Ramadhan.. Irritability..</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 1st day of fasting and it last for a whole of 30 days. That means, no coffee to go with the newspaper in the morning for that duration. And no lunch breaks where we argue over "where to go for lunch" but arrive at no conclusion - everytime. I hope I can continue to keep the full 30 days of fasting.I came back from Malaysia yesterday after a weekend in Kuala Lumpur suburb (Semenyih) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3089179424808432598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3089179424808432598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-of-ramadhan-irritability.html' title='1st Day of Ramadhan.. Irritability..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7004746180187446581</id><published>2008-08-25T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:45:06.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Pain... Anwar Ibrahim... Demonstrations...</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday morning, I began to have very bad stomach cramps. It started off mild and got very bad especially after I ate something. And it didn't help that my fiancee's family was doing a kenduri and we had 'Nasi Ambeng', a Javanese rice-meal. Where the rice was served with a variety of dishes served on a tray lined with banana leaf. Sounds good right? Of course, the food was good. So I tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7004746180187446581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7004746180187446581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/08/stomach-pain-anwar-ibrahim.html' title='Stomach Pain... Anwar Ibrahim... Demonstrations...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3640382353940498892</id><published>2008-08-21T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:30:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and How to Survive It</title><summary type='text'>I received an email from a friend where she forwarded a speech given during a convocation ceremony. I found it light-hearted yet inspiring so I want to share it with everyone.***Beginning of Speech****Adrian Tan, a litigator from Drew &amp; Napier (Singapore) and author of The Teenage Textbook."Life and How to Survive It"I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3640382353940498892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3640382353940498892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-and-how-to-survive-it.html' title='Life and How to Survive It'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4969418441125534920</id><published>2008-08-17T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:53:18.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - Meaningful Day</title><summary type='text'>Today, for the 1st time in a very long while, I had to wake up at 7.30am on a Sunday! I usually wake up around 9-ish, sometimes even 11-ish. Promised my mum to accompany her to go to the car shop to put up the subwoofer, etc for the car. Was there for quite a while. I realised it wasn't that simple of just pluggin in the wires and go. Ringo (the uncle's name) had to figure out the best way to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4969418441125534920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4969418441125534920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-meaningful-day.html' title='Sunday - Meaningful Day'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SKg4Rq3Ez7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/BpQhbueOg8s/s72-c/img2614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6265681608192480353</id><published>2008-08-14T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:23:05.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is my personal blog... and McDonald's act...</title><summary type='text'>Firstly, I just want to put it on record that this blog is my personal blog so it'll contain details of my personal life, work life, love life. In short, anything related to me directly or indirectly. And so, before anyone decides to use the contents of my blog against me, I am placing a "caveat lector" here with regards to all my blog posts, past, present and future:The contents in this blog may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6265681608192480353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6265681608192480353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-blog-is-my-personal-blog-and.html' title='This blog is my personal blog... and McDonald&apos;s act...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7269064128808310870</id><published>2008-08-03T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:49:50.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell... And yet another farewell...</title><summary type='text'>Yep, it's farewell to another 2 dear colleagues again... It hasn't exactly been so much of a shock to me but still like I mentioned in my previous post, I doubt I'll ever get used to this "event". It's hard to see good colleagues leaving but I am happy for them. First up is Jean Li. Jean joined the company more than a year ago. Among her assignment was to run a Kumon Learning Centre located at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7269064128808310870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7269064128808310870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell-and-yet-another-farewell.html' title='Farewell... And yet another farewell...'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SJXAU1H948I/AAAAAAAAAWc/gVE9Kwl1H20/s72-c/01082008058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3798207491917708479</id><published>2008-08-02T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:53:58.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Perak</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday, my fiancee, her mum, her cousin and myself made our journey back to my fiancee's mum hometown in Perak. The main purpose was to send our cloths for tailoring. For those of you who have no idea where is Perak, go to this  link. We took a bus ride up to Perak from Lavender MRT Station carpark at 9pm. The 8 hours journey, bumpy and constantly waking me up, saw us reaching in the wee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3798207491917708479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3798207491917708479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-perak.html' title='Trip to Perak'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5880602132111781857</id><published>2008-07-24T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:47:17.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch - A New Experience</title><summary type='text'>I wanna blog this down tonight (morning) in case I forget to blog it down in future. It's about a lunch experience that almost had me flipping just before an important appointment.On Tuesday, Ivy and I had lunch at an eating place across where we work. We've been there often. The food's not really great but with an hour for lunch, you can't be choosy. Upon seating down at a round-table for 7 (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5880602132111781857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5880602132111781857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/07/lunch-new-experience.html' title='Lunch - A New Experience'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6018116856245337246</id><published>2008-07-11T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:09:17.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Cliff - A must watch!!</title><summary type='text'>Hi peeps! I got very excited about the movie I just watched less than an hour ago. I managed to catch the sneak preview of the movie titled Red Cliff. My fiancee who at first accompanied me liked the movie too. She said the 2nd part that will be out end of the year will be a must-watch too.   Following synopsis taken from Shaw webpage:-In 208 A.D., in the final days of the Han Dynasty, shrewd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6018116856245337246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6018116856245337246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-cliff-must-watch.html' title='Red Cliff - A must watch!!'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SHZAJ0sWf1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/MDWoJ77qxn0/s72-c/2656297864_0580257a64_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-8694596199896713417</id><published>2008-07-01T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:56:38.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Emo' Me..</title><summary type='text'>These few weeks has seen me in a topsy-turvy emotional roller-coaster.. Each time, it descents to a point lower than it previously reached.. Yet, each time it raised up to the point it reached before. I am beginning to wonder if I am really 'emo'. Has my 'act cool, bo chap attitude' start to fade away? Maybe. I am grateful to have friends who I treasure only when I realise that I may have almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8694596199896713417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8694596199896713417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/07/emo-me.html' title='The &apos;Emo&apos; Me..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3109213408907371042</id><published>2008-06-26T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:49:50.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I love you enough?</title><summary type='text'>Today, my fiancee asked me a simple question - do I think she love me enough?How do I answer such a question without jeopardising our already thinly stretched relationship? I must admit, I am worried. Worried for many reasons. Worried that she think I don't love her, worried that she may not want to continue to try and understand me, worried that we may have hit a dead-end in our relationship. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3109213408907371042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3109213408907371042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-i-love-you-enough.html' title='Do I love you enough?'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-169703953354606812</id><published>2008-06-21T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:34:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Ong's Last Day</title><summary type='text'>20 June 2008 will be a memorable day for me. I haven't felt sad and happy at the same time for a while. It's a mixture of emotions that's hard to pinpoint and it almost made me reel from confusion. It's part and parcel of life I guess. I have gone through it a few times but I can't get used to it. I doubt I'll ever get used to it.One of my dearest colleague officially ended his services with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/169703953354606812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/169703953354606812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/06/daniel-ongs-last-day.html' title='Daniel Ong&apos;s Last Day'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SFx0DnSow4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tHQNT8kXyg0/s72-c/IMG_6532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4380604809397727392</id><published>2008-06-18T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:53:50.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges..</title><summary type='text'>It's kind of funny to always be whining about work again and again.. But what can I do? I feel it would be better to share than to bottle it up albeit sharing with people who can't really help much.. Statements of encouragement are always welcome.. Maybe it's a part and parcel of life where you realize that there is only so much you can tolerate.. Be it inconsideration, injustice, anger, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4380604809397727392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4380604809397727392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/06/challenges.html' title='Challenges..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2600623877540763572</id><published>2008-06-02T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:57:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Melaka.. Again..</title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend, my family and I took a quick trip back to Melaka to attend the wedding of a neighbour of my cousin who got engaged earlier this month. It's kinda funny that they invited us but it's because we have known them for many years.On Friday before the trip, my mum and I collected our new car, a Honda Airwave. It was exciting to be driving the new car as it was my first time driving a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2600623877540763572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2600623877540763572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-melaka-again.html' title='Trip to Melaka.. Again..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SEPe7MK8DhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CsddVmMUw20/s72-c/31052008150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7189827077210657342</id><published>2008-05-22T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:44:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN UTD CHAMPIONS!!!</title><summary type='text'>Manchester United Football Club won the Champions' League against Chelsea! My faith in the team has been sweetly rewarded with that win. Thanks to Sir Alex and the wonderful team that brought the glory back to Old Trafford - all the way from Moscow!Ever since I could remember, I have always supported Manchester United. Then Eric Cantona was captain. His fast skills and hot-temper was a fearsome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7189827077210657342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7189827077210657342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-utd-champions.html' title='MAN UTD CHAMPIONS!!!'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5332416362121085347</id><published>2008-05-20T13:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:58:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy's Fantasy</title><summary type='text'>I think it's typical that guya will like cars, bikes, boats, etc. It's matter of which one appeals to the guy more. I remember that when I was younger I loved aeroplanes a lot. My parents used to drive us to Changi (don't know what's the road name though) to watch the aeroplanes fly above. I remember vividly the thrill I got from watching it take-off and gain altitude. Then when I was in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5332416362121085347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5332416362121085347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/05/boys-fantasy.html' title='A Boy&apos;s Fantasy'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SDJk0O2cheI/AAAAAAAAAT8/g1jjDylIN1o/s72-c/Photo-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-822121748120016427</id><published>2008-05-18T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:34:56.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This few weeks has a few significance for me. 1. On last Wednesday was my last exam paper. If I do pass all my papers this semester, I should be graduating by end of this year. So far I am on track to get at least a 2nd class upper honours degree if I don't cock-up this semester that bad.2. I completed and submitted my dissertation for school on last Thursday. That is a double-weightage paper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/822121748120016427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/822121748120016427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-few-weeks-has-few-significance-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SDAtiO2chbI/AAAAAAAAATk/lblss4TBYdU/s72-c/m_congkak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3571673742642253497</id><published>2008-05-13T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:56:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Along Engagement Pics 2</title><summary type='text'>Got more pictures from Kak Zilla's camera. Enjoy bah..The breakfast at A'Famosa Resorts is really suckyMak posing, pretending the land in the horizon is hersMiddle of the night, at the beach. Lucky no "guest" appeared.Mak cutting Along's engagement cakeYeah, she still cutting.For those wondering how many people really went in that entourage.. Add 5 more who were taking pictures.. And this group </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3571673742642253497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3571673742642253497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/05/along-engagement-pics-2.html' title='Along Engagement Pics 2'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SCkd7u2chYI/AAAAAAAAATM/jPAhGueX_qg/s72-c/Bfast+Tak+Guna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2162820696343360283</id><published>2008-05-08T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:12:13.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dis post done via my mobile phone so 4give my short forms. Was in a conversation wif a friend jus now n we were chatting abt responsibilities. Responsibilies to one's parents, friends, partner, colleagues, etc. I tot one shld b responsible to oneself too.Rite aft ending d conversation, a tot came to my mind. Who is responsible if u lost sumting u treasure n y treasure sumting aft u lost it? I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2162820696343360283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2162820696343360283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/05/dis-post-done-via-my-mobile-phone-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7552286993966980166</id><published>2008-05-05T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:47:42.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azizol Engagement</title><summary type='text'>On 30 April, my fiancee, my mum, Kak Zilla and I went back to Melaka. My cousin, Azizol (we call him Along), was making preparation for his engagement on 03 May. So we went back earlier to help out with the preparations.We didn't do much on the first day there (30 Apr) and second day (1st May). In the afternoon of the second day, I did the checking in at A'Famosa resort, a fifteen minutes drive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7552286993966980166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7552286993966980166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/05/azizol-engagement.html' title='Azizol Engagement'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SB8Nzk1ZFMI/AAAAAAAAASs/gZvGplorEFc/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3985091642260257323</id><published>2008-04-29T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:57:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Is Wrong WIth Me</title><summary type='text'>This few weeks, I haven't had a good feel about work. Yeah, yeah, the euphoria of getting a new lappy is no longer propping up my myriad of feelings now. Sometimes, I feel like getting away alone and use the time to think about what it is I really want in life.Kinda deep sort of topic. So if you feel you aren't in the mood, please don't read further. It'll only get deeper.Life has been stable so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3985091642260257323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3985091642260257323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='Something Is Wrong WIth Me'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4726837456965598730</id><published>2008-04-19T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:30:46.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acer Ferrari 1100</title><summary type='text'>I have finally bought my new laptop after weeks and weeks of dilemma. It was't an easy choice. Even today, I spent more than 5 hours at Funan IT Mall walking around to ensure I will choose a model that I will not regret.Upon my arrival at the IT Mall, I saw that there was a roadshow of IT products. A common sight in that Mall since it houses many of such stores. In less than 10 minutes, I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4726837456965598730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4726837456965598730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/04/acer-ferrari-1100.html' title='Acer Ferrari 1100'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/SAnzBmNoXjI/AAAAAAAAARk/nsyNsXXBUCQ/s72-c/19042008093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3138231859762730631</id><published>2008-04-17T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:58:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-NIC syndrome..</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday, Kumon had it's National Instructors' Conference at InterContinental Hotel. It had been a long time since I had to start work at 7am. In fact, I was there at 6am to accompany a colleague who needed to do set-up of the systems. At around 6.30am, some other colleagues arrived so some of us decided to scoot over to McDonald's to get breakfast. By 7.30am we had briefing and we started to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3138231859762730631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3138231859762730631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-nic-syndrome.html' title='Post-NIC syndrome..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-8497553477749258968</id><published>2008-04-13T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:45:02.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is this song called "Kembali Senyum" by Izwan Pilus. The lyrics of the song has kept me repeatedly playing the song on my mobile. Not so sure why though. The tile is tranlated as "Let the Smile Return".***Kembali SenyumIzwan PilusPantas kau diam membisuAda garis sendu diwajahmuSalahkah sekadar aku bertanyaBerikan jawapanKuatkah ikatan cintaApa mungkin kasih mu setiaTak ku duga airmata </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8497553477749258968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8497553477749258968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-this-song-called-kembali.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2181273212611470362</id><published>2008-04-09T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:23:48.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it! I can't decide..</title><summary type='text'>These few days.. In fact, weeks.. I have been thinking very hard.. Very, very hard.. I need to make a decision soon and I just can't make one. Been thinking of the many, many possible options but I can't seem to conclude at one that I can live with it.It could be the cost involved or the readiness level or even the possibly sense of regret. You see, I am normally a dare-to-try but now it seems I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2181273212611470362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2181273212611470362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-it-i-cant-decide.html' title='Damn it! I can&apos;t decide..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1261188462256005741</id><published>2008-04-05T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:58:26.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, we went to the Singapore Flyer and got a flight. Yep, you read it right - flight. The experience is similar to when one is flying out of Singapore, even the access to the memorabilia shop is only for "passengers". You can't drop by and pick up some souvenirs if you didn't take a ride. Oops.. I meant flight.The retail area isn't really great. But I loved the 2-in-1 F&amp;B space shared by a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1261188462256005741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1261188462256005741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-we-went-to-singapore-flyer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R_eR94WJQiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mN6oEbiM-H0/s72-c/Popeyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1258387564022256763</id><published>2008-03-31T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:36:30.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These few days, my life has been in a whirl. It seems that life can be on extremes on the same day. But I guess, that's what life is all about. You can never you have 2 days the same huh..I found 2 articles that I read with interest. The first article was titled Defining a Good Husband and the other was What makes a good marriage.In Defining a Good Husband, the article mentions briefly how in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1258387564022256763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1258387564022256763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-few-days-my-life-has-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1417074736216614291</id><published>2008-03-25T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:30:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz</title><summary type='text'>I did a quick personality test that I found on a fellow blogger's page.. Thanks nurizz.. Here's the results:-***Your view on yourself:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. The type of girlfriend/boyfriend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1417074736216614291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1417074736216614291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/personality-quiz.html' title='Personality Quiz'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2455562826298240037</id><published>2008-03-24T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:43:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post.. Manchester United..</title><summary type='text'>This is my 100th post! Can you believe it? To be precise, it's my 100th post for this blog account.. If I added in my first blog, it'll definitely be more than that. I still remember that many years ago when I wrote my first post, I was wondering if I will have anyone reading it. But I guess to blog is like writing my diary, not so much for people to read. Of course, it's great when my friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2455562826298240037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2455562826298240037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/100th-post-manchester-united.html' title='100th post.. Manchester United..'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-56738460289180215</id><published>2008-03-16T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:23:53.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Love</title><summary type='text'>It's been about 2 weeks since my engagement to my fiancee. At work, my colleagues always remind me that she is my fiancee, not gf anymore. At home, my mum always reminds me that she is my wife-to-be, not my girl anymore. Among my friends, they always say, it's good now that you are engaged.I relish in the thought that I am now engaged. Had it tremendously changed our relationship? Psychologically</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/56738460289180215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/56738460289180215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-love.html' title='Real Love'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2350438875927757490</id><published>2008-03-13T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:44:15.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum Attack!</title><summary type='text'>A pic of my mum who tried to show off her motor racing experience! She was trying to pose when she accidentally turned my brother's bike throttle. So much for posing.People say if you don't know, don't anyhow try. See lah what happened. Ciaoz peeps!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2350438875927757490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2350438875927757490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/mum-attack.html' title='Mum Attack!'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R9kvRF3F4iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xL9Jhut9zJI/s72-c/Gotcha002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-180877045095825084</id><published>2008-03-12T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:57:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a dreary week since the last post. The bangkok trip and the engagement reception seems like distant memories. I must be getting old! Actually, nothing much going on this few days and work is getting that much more heavy. With a colleague last day tomorrow, the other colleague having some problems at home and taking long leave, work load will definitely go up to next floor. Still, that's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/180877045095825084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/180877045095825084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-dreary-week-since-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3849763108619284634</id><published>2008-03-06T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:45:16.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 more pics from my camp mate Adam.. Thanks bro..Ciaoz peeps!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3849763108619284634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3849763108619284634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-more-pics-from-my-camp-mate-adam.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R9ADUKNUTZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0E_BuJNH8ZQ/s72-c/DSC01006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3644785238493127283</id><published>2008-03-03T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:55:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Day</title><summary type='text'>Ever since my return from Bangkok on Monday night, or rather Tuesday morning, I have not had a good rest. On Wednesday, I went to work and had to rush and clear as much work as I can. On Wednesday night, my cousin and aunt from Malacca arrived. We finished up the final touches to the gift trays meant for my fiancee on Thursday.On Friday, the tentage was erected at the MPH (multi-purpose hall) and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3644785238493127283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3644785238493127283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/engagement-day.html' title='Engagement Day'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R8v-k2ptqxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cz1TGRoWMs8/s72-c/SNC10716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1798344456043238980</id><published>2008-03-03T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:13:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics From BKK Trip</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1798344456043238980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1798344456043238980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-pics-from-bkk-trip.html' title='More Pics From BKK Trip'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R8uWwGptqsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CZE4Lv-p-2w/s72-c/CIMG5299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2573497679653003703</id><published>2008-02-27T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:37:11.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Trip - COOL!!</title><summary type='text'>I miss Bangkok BIG TIME!!!! Over the weekend till Monday evening, I was in Bangkok. Yep, you read it right. I was in Bangkok. A week to go till my engagement and I decided I wanted to scoot off to Bangkok with my friends to 'relax' myself. Early Saturday morning, we went to the airport for our 11am flight and landed at 12.15pm Thailand's time. Our time would be 1.15pm. We decided to go to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2573497679653003703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2573497679653003703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/02/bangkok-trip-cool.html' title='Bangkok Trip - COOL!!'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R8VWaJqDWYI/AAAAAAAAANM/TdUvVh0C1cQ/s72-c/1_370724937l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-1276940018833241905</id><published>2008-02-22T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:06:51.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday evening, Kumon Asia &amp; Oceania had its Chinese New Year dinner. If I wasn't wrong, it coincided with the 15th day of the Lunar New Year.Anyhow, Carol didn't feel good that day after eating lunch with me at Old Chang Kee where we had Nasi Lemak. We both ate the same thing and drank the same drink but I felt okay. But into the 2nd dish during the dinner, my stomach acted up so bad I had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1276940018833241905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/1276940018833241905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-wednesday-evening-kumon-asia-oceania.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R766QZqDWWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TTOVIc7iCVI/s72-c/20022008110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-9057759112297574843</id><published>2008-02-18T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:01:09.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Lunch @ Jeniel's House</title><summary type='text'>Okay okay, sorry to all who have waited for the pics.. Was too tired out on Sunday to upload the pics after surveying so many places for my engagement cake. Anyhow, I have decided to cut the blog post short since pictures speaks more than a thousand words. Please enjoy:-Who's Mummy, Who's Livie?Livie can't get enough of DaddyLittle boy found.. Whose? Whose?Yummy!!! Our makan spread... Slurp!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/9057759112297574843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/9057759112297574843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-lunch-jeniels-house.html' title='CNY Lunch @ Jeniel&apos;s House'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R7lxOZqDWPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mcyHYRUZw2s/s72-c/livie+and+mummy..+whos+who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-3509828070971121091</id><published>2008-02-15T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:10:40.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in my life, I decided that it is time for me to consider V-Day (yeah, Valentine's Day) as an important day in my life. Before this, I find that V-Day is just another marketers' dream day. All sorts of mushy, lovey-dovey, red and rose inspired items will be marketed to people in a relationship. And yes, people can mean guy-girl, guy-guy, girl-girl, blah blah blah...I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3509828070971121091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/3509828070971121091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-first-time-in-my-life-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R7WqDpqDWNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tHrdIXf21z0/s72-c/2266355331_f3be3c03c9_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7582174079084941053</id><published>2008-02-11T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:43:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Reception Invitation</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7582174079084941053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7582174079084941053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/02/engagement-reception-invitation.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Engagement Reception Invitation&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R7BCxJqDWMI/AAAAAAAAALs/HkJZbPmsckA/s72-c/haffis+cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4202955100123153133</id><published>2008-02-05T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:35:50.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I am already 25 years and 2 days old. My 25th birthday was on 3 Feb. This year, I had a "3 days" celebration of sorts lah. First time ever, you know. On last Friday, 1st Feb,  Carol, a colleague of mine, said we were to go for lunch at 1.15pm. Now, by my standard, that's way late for lunch but I relented because we will be going with a gorup of colleagues. Whom I have not had lunch with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4202955100123153133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4202955100123153133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-am-already-25-years-and-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R6h6vUX1UaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/x1_nAT1-pX4/s72-c/EatPasta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6957173586988322356</id><published>2008-01-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:31:34.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yikes.. So soon after the last post, here is another one more post. I am sharing a place that will be hosting one of my most important days in my life. (See pics below.)I wonder what the place will look like on that day. Ok, when the day comes, you'll all know. Ciaoz peeps!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6957173586988322356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6957173586988322356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/01/yikes.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R4sOhhB6OnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LiO903V-Tso/s72-c/hall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-8607413705259090782</id><published>2008-01-14T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:11:34.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership</title><summary type='text'>It's been 2 weeks since the new year began. I've been wanting to share an article that a close colleague of mine gave me to read before she left for a holiday. At least, I think, the article makes for a good understanding on why certain people in leadership positions seem to do well and yet some don't. (Please see image below.)Now, a quick explanation.1. Position (Right) - People follow because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8607413705259090782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/8607413705259090782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/01/leadership.html' title='Leadership'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R4sGUxB6OmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1tIcChqGQY8/s72-c/Leadership+Levels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-7936541420660326317</id><published>2008-01-01T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:41:09.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy new year!! It's already 2008.. Time really flies.. 2007 was a year filled with challenges.. And happiness, in a way.. Not only did I have a full-time job, I managed to further my studies in the later half of the year. In addition, in October, I attended my 1st reservist training. The highlight of the year was the move to our new house. It seems life keeps on improving and new challenges </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7936541420660326317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/7936541420660326317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-its-already-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6771154636760955324</id><published>2007-12-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:45:19.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beary Merry X'mas</title><summary type='text'>Today, I had a long day at work with Seminar for instructors in the morning followed by an All Staff Meeting in the afternoon and then a Christmas Dinner in the evening.Been a few days now since I have had a more peaceful existence in the office. Though I didn't really feel like going for the dinner, it turned out to be a good way to relax albeit not much. Since the last dinner in June, I haven't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6771154636760955324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6771154636760955324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2007/12/beary-merry-xmas.html' title='A Beary Merry X&apos;mas'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QAM_7GJrpY/R2AA5peIaLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D1EBsjuKGQc/s72-c/12122007016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6105204235348646943</id><published>2007-12-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:05:02.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction vs Principles</title><summary type='text'>Let me ask this impertinent question to make this post controversial.What do you make of someone who keeps doing their best to showcase a poor picture of you to your superiors so that their own pathetic self doesn't seem so terrible in comparison?At first, I was immediately agitated. Trying to correct the "impressions" being created, I reasoned. Being tactful, trying to ensure a possibility at a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6105204235348646943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6105204235348646943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2007/12/satisfaction-vs-principles.html' title='Satisfaction vs Principles'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-6226153526990063574</id><published>2007-12-02T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:28:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>A dream that cannot become a reality is but a mirage.The line came from a television show I watched. Prince Hours, to be exact. Lord Wencheng was trying to convince Attendant Liang that her dream to be with Lord Yongcheng is unattainable.But for me, I think no one has the right to say when someone should give up one's dreams. As long as the pursuant is confident and is determined, all obstacles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6226153526990063574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/6226153526990063574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-4205678834413470267</id><published>2007-12-02T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:31:52.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Show vs Mobile Blogging</title><summary type='text'>It'S kinda weird really. Here I am getting spooked by a show on television while I try to blog. Been a long time since I watched a show that is really scary. Today, I received a call from a camp friend. Been a while since we spoke. I've come to treat him as a close friend despite the infrequent contacts since we both left camp and started our career. Back to the mobile blog. Kinda fun and easy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4205678834413470267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/4205678834413470267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2007/12/horror-show-vs-mobile-blogging.html' title='Horror Show vs Mobile Blogging'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-2424918419335252497</id><published>2007-11-24T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:13:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary Crowd</title><summary type='text'>It's been almost 6 weeks since my last post. A record-breaking fet considering how I was so into blogging. Been busy. Really was. What with the company events, the weekend weddings to attend and the classes on weeknights. Normal people would probably already falter and raise their hands to say "I give up!".But not for me. I will not give up. I must complete what I have set out to do no matter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2424918419335252497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/2424918419335252497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2007/11/solitary-crowd.html' title='Solitary Crowd'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32167963.post-5712901726246092274</id><published>2007-10-12T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:30:14.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is Hari Raya Aidilfitri. We'll be celebrating this Raya in our new home. For the first time, we won;t have neighbours to share the goodies with. How I missed my old neighbours. Anyway, this Raya's atmosphere isn't as joyous. Not sure why though. I hope things will be better next year. So, for now, I wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir Batin.  Ciaoz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5712901726246092274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32167963/posts/default/5712901726246092274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-pis.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Apis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2231/mdhaffispq9.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
