<?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-19356895</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:03:17.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Weng Kopitiam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-115194625349573687</id><published>2006-07-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:02:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback of my holidays (3.3.2006 - 6.7.2006)</title><content type='html'>Woah.....4 months of holidays.....past so fast.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memoirs of the Uncle's Holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Genting Trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(3.3.2006 - 6.3.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20103.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Genting was a short and nice trip. Probably because long time since i have been there and it was straight after exam. This probably explained why i was abit crazy esp when taking the cable car.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IT Show 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(7.3.2006 -12.3.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Working to earn abit of money for upcoming trips. Nothing much to talk about. Tiring but Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Staff Kayaking in Poly Marina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(13.3.2006 &amp; 16.3.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/staff%20kayaking%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughing at lecturers (prob the last time) when their kayak capsized......(evil).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wakeboarding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(20.3.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/wakeboarding%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A new sports.... which i think i sux at... finally a pict taken after tying umpteen times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kinabalu 2006&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(21.3.2006 - 25.3.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG4311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fav photo....currently my wallpaper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By far the best expedition i have ever go. Everyone may look shag but definitely proud that we conquered the summit. The first 2 days was actually the best. Snorkelling, rafting, and the free time resting in the hostel and exploring the town of kinabalu, looking for food. No doubt, the climbing part was abit tiring due to the lack of training but the scenery was superb. Will try cycling kinabalu one day. A trip that really leave a deep impression!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gunung Rabong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( 3.4.2006 - 7.4.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/DSC05428.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first trip with our juniors and also with mark (haha). A trip which almost did not make it. At times during the climb super sianz. Lucky Joel was around to entertain. He got the potential to take over Mr Brown. I think the part after the climb was more fun. Caving, eating and slacking. One thing i cannot forget, the log truck ride and the long long walk on the logging track. Knee breaking trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Working Life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(11.4.2006 - 18.6.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Working Life = No Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SPA Handover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(22.4.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/DSC05564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more SPA but SPAA( Singapore Poly Adventurers Alumni). Saffrons will be part of the history of SPA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adventure Trail Challenge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(4.6.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/atc2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Team Brother Bear (without our polar bear). One word to describe....MUDDY....First time experience kayaking to ubin. After the event, working with aching muscle for 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hong Kong Trip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(26.6.2006 - 29.6.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last trip before going NS. The main aim was to shop and eat. All of us bought something, some just a few plastic bags, others a luggage full of stuffs. The eating part abit not enuff. Not the quantity we usually eat. I feel there is abit of planning error on my part. The first day travelling was abit troublesome. To me, HK is a nice place. I will definitely go back to visit the winter period and also the HK marathon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- THE END -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A few more days before stepping into p.tekong. Wish all the best to my frens in the mainland. If u all trust me, i will protect u all, ensuring u all can slp peacefully....whahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-115194625349573687?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/115194625349573687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/115194625349573687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/07/flashback-of-my-holidays-332006-672006.html' title='Flashback of my holidays (3.3.2006 - 6.7.2006)'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-115124589465030167</id><published>2006-06-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:35:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Shopping List</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i going to shop for so many stuff....(maybe to gals nt a alot...). Hope my 70L can hold.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes for casual wear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belt....The one i used for my secondary school days has given way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wallet....My billabong wallet is getting abit kiddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pirated Nike Watch....my fren told me hk gt a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soccer Jersey....Wanted to buy arsenal jersey the last time. But Queensway is selling it at 90+....hopefully hk will be cheaper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sling Bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonnes of lao po bing.....buying for my mother....she want to give out to relatives and frens....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think also want try out the fortune teller there.....my fren told me quite fun.... probably will ask him abt my marriage...ermz.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-115124589465030167?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/115124589465030167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/115124589465030167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/06/hong-kong-shopping-list.html' title='Hong Kong Shopping List'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-115089590940701232</id><published>2006-06-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:21:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Box Debut</title><content type='html'>Work finally ended on 18 June, something which i have been waiting for. No matter how much u hate the job, there is still something which cannot bare to part with. Especially the girls working there...haha and also the new chinese part timers which made my last few weeks enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacking over the next few days. Very tired. Spent most of the time slping. Today was the first time i stepped out of my house the whole day. Went JB with junwei, andrew and gx. Junwei was very eager to practise his vocal. Actually Junwei is the reborn of Wu Bai and Wang Jie. He made the sad song sadder. That is because he claimed that for the past 20 years, he led a depress life and it wun get any better soon.  Andrew has improved abit, from monotone to polyhonic now. At least now can hear 2 diff tones. Maybe next time he will have more polyphonic tones. GX can sing very well. Her voice can sing a lot of song. Lucky for andrew lorz, everyday can hear her sing. Maybe is time for Andrew to pick up singing lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find karaoke shiok leh. No wonder my parents keep going for senior citizen karaoke session. I salute my father, his singing is more monotone than andrew yet still dare to sing. My nxt singing session will be in the army.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Purple light...in the valley....&lt;br /&gt;There is where....i wannabe.....&lt;br /&gt;......"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-115089590940701232?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/115089590940701232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/115089590940701232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/06/k-box-debut.html' title='K-Box Debut'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114890926262115382</id><published>2006-05-29T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:27:42.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are u...my toe nail...</title><content type='html'>My toe nail drop off painlessly when i was swimming in SP. I just started a few kicks only when i felt something dangling on my toe. I wanted to keep and store the toe nail inside a bottle but i think my mother threw it away. My toe now abit sensitive without the protection.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114890926262115382?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114890926262115382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114890926262115382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-are-umy-toe-nail.html' title='Where are u...my toe nail...'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114830920779770461</id><published>2006-05-22T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:46:48.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 of my colleagues got fired recently for stealing a bottle of Chivas out of DFS. They are now under police case and i heard most probably will get a few days jail and fined. One of the them is a malay, the other is a chinese. The problem was nobody believed that the chinese guy is involved. He looked more cock and blur than me. Anyway, he is sort of made use by the malay fellow. The M guy put the chivas in the C guy bag. The M guy whispered to the C guy the bottle is inside the bag and asked him to bring out of the airport. He agreed to helping him without knowing that one of the manager is inside the room. The rest of the story should be quite clear.... their bag checked, they denied it, my supervisor came, the security officer came, then the police came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i heard and think about it....what if that day my bag was put with them? what if the bottle is in my bag instead? what will my reaction be? Ermz...i must really count myself lucky. I rather have my toes whacked by the lorry a few more times or break a few bottle of liquor then to get involve in such shit.  Becoz of this, now i dun bring bag liao. Save on other trouble also la like bag check at the security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...i am now the only CHINESE in my department except my supervisor. Bless me....Tolong Tolong (help in malay)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114830920779770461?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114830920779770461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114830920779770461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-of-my-colleagues-got-fired-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114800946381204957</id><published>2006-05-19T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:31:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcome of betting</title><content type='html'>Picture taken at 5am, 18 May....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walao....first time bet soccer then lose money liao....no luck sia... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok let Uncle Weng analyse the whole 90min of the match. I think is a real pity that Arsenal could not play its best during the final. It is definitely not their usual attacking style of playing. First, the referee is kelong. Even the commentators said that during the match. Second Lehmen is too garang la, forever blutant or do stupid stunt one. I start to pity Germany for having him as first choice goalkeeper. This match, Arsenal fielded their most laojiao team. The only young player is fabregas. The laojiaos like abit give up easily at the end la. They defended so long liao then give Barcelona the chance to score and win. The defence was quite bad during the last 20 mins. The only few players that gave me a deep impression are Ljunberg and Ashley Cole. The Sweden Botak really zhai ar. The way he ran and chase the ball, is like playing for his life. As for Cole, i think he is back on form. Well, some hope for World Cup favourite, England. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I think Barcelona is the better team and they sort of deserved the cup. But it is a real pity for Arsenal. But nvm, even though Arsenal lost, i may still buy their jersey but must first check out the price first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next soccer fever will be World Cup liao..... 2 more weeks!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114800946381204957?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114800946381204957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114800946381204957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/05/outcome-of-betting.html' title='Outcome of betting'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114789043633597016</id><published>2006-05-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:30:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Soccer Bet</title><content type='html'>I swear this is really my first time (but may not be the last time..)betting on soccer matches. Previously, the most only got helped frens buy bet. This time time round is because have to show my support for ARSENAL. I like the thrill of betting but scared lose money.....so playing small small only. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...i am writing this 10mins before the match. May the Soccer God bless Arsenal. May the God of Fortune bless my betting. Bring me some beginner luck....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114789043633597016?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114789043633597016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114789043633597016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-soccer-bet.html' title='My First Soccer Bet'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114770945056232615</id><published>2006-05-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:15:51.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LorMantic Story</title><content type='html'>Hey frens..... Come listen... I have a great story to tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;u're 45 she's 45. u got a family a wife. 2 kids.. she's got a husband no kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u both nv see each other since.. graduation in 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u meet her at a restaurant... she's with her husband and u with ur family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u invite her and her husband over to ur table. so u guys talk alot.. bout times u all spent together having fun... there's alot to talk about.. then talk until very late... u send ur family home. say u wanan catch up with her. She then asked her husband go home.. only u and her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;written by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;salted fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....the rest is up to u all to imagine how u want the story to end. haha. Imagine is U inside....and the she is someone u like...and let your imagination runs wild.....and may wet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the identity of the author is protected to prevent possiblilty of harrasement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114770945056232615?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114770945056232615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114770945056232615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/05/lormantic-story.html' title='A LorMantic Story'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114666481418831394</id><published>2006-05-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:03:27.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Brother Bears</title><content type='html'>I will like to officially annouce the formation of team brother bears for ATC 2006...&lt;br /&gt;The initial team name S.G.T aka Shuai Ge Team has been changed. This could be due to the fact that mich thinks the rest of the us are not as shuai as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting The Bears of the team......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He is the polar bear!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brown Bear!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dun wanna be a bear!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is the bear tamer!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh...i got a hard time finding these fierce looking photos of us. We look fierce but we are not. Our aim is to improve last year timing....to finish second last this year....yeah!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114666481418831394?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114666481418831394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114666481418831394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/05/team-brother-bears.html' title='Team Brother Bears'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114649960642980707</id><published>2006-05-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:11:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible: Escape from house</title><content type='html'>I dunno what got into my mind which trigger me to do such thing. I have never attempted such stun before. Somehow yesterday at 10pm, i decided to sneak out of my house to meet my frens for supper. Since the next day was laour day, bryan decided to call us out for supper but because my toe was injured, my parents wanted me to rest at home. Then bryan told me this time supper a lot of people going thus making me very tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my parents was very tired after the house warming for my relatives, so they must be dead asleep. Furthermore as my new house is double storey, it is harder to hear what is happening in the living room. So as long as i opened the door carefully and quietly, i knew i will be able to sneak out. My parents are kiasi, they installed a lot of locks one. So, it took me 15min to slowly unlocked and locked all the locks before i got out. Buti realised i did not take my sandals out of my house. So no choice have to wear my mother aunty slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U all may think i will feel very excited once out of the house. Not quite leh.... For the whole night, i was damn worried and scared. I feel bad also. Even when i was driving, i was trying very hard to concentrate. Everytime my hp ring, i am scared to look at the screen, fearing that is my house number. Although once we start eating and toking, i felt slighlty more at ease. But since i am out, i must just enjoy it becoz there is no turning bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, i managed to sneak back home undetected. Well, u all can call it tactical movement. Silent and swift. hehez. Everything was so well planned and executed but there is always loopholes. I could not find the same parking lot when i returned home. It just spoilt everything. So being a good boy, i woke up early next morning to tell my father that his car is now at another place. He was shocked, probably thinking i was slp talking to him. Haha, i think after awhile then he realised that i sneaked out last nite. Luckily for me, there was no scolding. But i dun think i will ever want to do it again. Too weak a heart to take such thrill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114649960642980707?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114649960642980707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114649960642980707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/05/mission-impossible-escape-from-house.html' title='Mission Impossible: Escape from house'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114620799137213242</id><published>2006-04-28T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:06:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Caught True</title><content type='html'>haha... really curse sia. All this while, i have been thinking of getting fake MC so that i not need to go work. Now really come true. MC for a week. Lets see wat happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pict is abit disgusting. I took it while waiting for the doctor to come. And before i start to feel the pain and dizziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see, my toe is badly damaged. Doctor said i will lose the toe nail. I was so scared when the nurse told me may need to remove the toe nail. I will faint immediately. Took an x-ray and it says my toe abit fracture. The doctor gave me painkiller jab because he saw me like going to faint soon. Oh now my ass also feeling numb after the jab. I think now the pain is transferred to the ass rather my toe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this was wat happen. We are unloading goods from the terminal. Happened there was some confusions. Then my colleague released the ramp too fast before i can retract my feet. So the weight of the ramp and the goods all rested on my toe. Although there was no pain yet, i knew my toe is gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh...i have created a new history in Duty Free Shop. The first ever person to injure so seriously in changi airport. Well Done. For now will be a week of countdown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image000.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              My neatly bandaged toe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114620799137213242?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114620799137213242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114620799137213242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/04/dream-caught-true.html' title='Dream Caught True'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114615175932496762</id><published>2006-04-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:29:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Working Schedule</title><content type='html'>**(All time in 24 hundred hours. Going NS in July, so need to get used to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0600: Alarm Ring.......but only out of bed at 0610&lt;br /&gt;0645: Take father car to SAJC bus stop to take bus to Kallang&lt;br /&gt;0745: Reach airport&lt;br /&gt;0800: Start Work. First wave of goods waiting for us to unload from lorry. The Driver always smiling. The more they smile, the more scared we got.&lt;br /&gt;0800 - 1330: Wwwoooorrrkkk. Somtimes there are unoffical breaks in between. Usually at 1330h is our official lunch break. But becoz we eat so much during out break, we dun eat again for lunch. So we recharge ourselves by slping in the departure hall. I admit that i drooled a few times when napping. Oh man! Potraying an ugly sight of sporean.&lt;br /&gt;1430 - 1700: Continue Wwwwooorrrkkk...... If no OT then can go home on time....if not have to prepare to eat dinner in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life after work is simple. Rest n Relaxed. Recently, i have picked up reading, something which i think is boring previously. I read A Walked to Remember and The Five Person You Meet In Heaven. Both are great books. Completed them within 2 weeks, an achievement for me. I discover the joy in reading. It can keep u relaxed but at the same time make your mind think and imagine. Oh... mark said i like turning gay because i told him i going to read Nicholas Spark books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not forgetting meeting my frens. Something which i wait for everyweek. The feeling of being together to tok cock, eat and play. Partly becoz i am like working alone even though i got 7 other colleagues. And so far, i have not talked to any of the pretty salegirls...serious...if u believe me. Only the aunties tok to me and asked me question like why i working here....blah blah... Must be the uncle instinct in me.....which connects me to the aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....keep looking to another week and it will be over...and i will be in tekong soon. Land of the Botaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114615175932496762?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114615175932496762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114615175932496762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-working-schedule_27.html' title='My Working Schedule'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114520321905776191</id><published>2006-04-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:13:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons Look Alike</title><content type='html'>I realised my life is surrounded by cute and adorable real cartoon characters......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/CIMG4243.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG4243.2.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/bomberman_world-front.1.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/bomberman_world-front.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/CIMG4238.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG4238.0.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/kenny%20copy.1.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun u all think they look alike??? HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114520321905776191?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114520321905776191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114520321905776191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/04/cartoons-look-alike.html' title='Cartoons Look Alike'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114520109323755160</id><published>2006-04-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:24:53.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the Airport</title><content type='html'>Have already worked for one week in the airport duty free shop. The job scope is very simple. Just need to shift the new stocks from the lorry and display it on the shelves. But somehow it is very boring because the arrival of the new stocks seem endless, which explains why i have been working OT since day 1. Everyday, i work longer than i slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a very risky job because i fear breaking the wine bottle everytime i handle them. There has been a few close shave but somehow i was just abit lucky, the Johnny Walker bottle is still alive after dropping from the top shelf. I feel that i am like an outcast among my colleagues. Partly because most of them are malays and i am the only rare chinese there. They will just instruct me what to do then after that i am just on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only motivation working there is probably the nice food in the airport. Everyday eats a few meals and spent close to 10 bucks on food. My pay will reduce by a lot if this goes on. I will grow fatter and then later suffer in NS. Oh i forget to mention that there are a lot of air stewardesses to see also. HAHA. Oh even the police women working in the airport are like models. They put make up for their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... still got 2 months for my job before i can quit. If not i will have to pay the agency $500. Ok now i am looking forward to the hong kong trip after my job. Going to invest all my money on it....whahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114520109323755160?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114520109323755160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114520109323755160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/04/working-in-airport.html' title='Working in the Airport'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114460862158958612</id><published>2006-04-10T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T02:50:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All events over....A new life</title><content type='html'>Kinabalu...over.... really fun. Tried a lot of new activites and a new climbing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Rabung....over.... tough trek. Still quite an untouched place. Caving was nt bad. The year 1 are quite jokers too. And with 7 gals....there is also a lot of gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start work on tuesday. Store assistant in changi duty free shop. More like being a saikang warrior. i think after army...i can upgrade to become king of saikang liao. Oh btw... my enlistment is 7 july 2006, 9am, BMTC School 2. It is the day after my birthday. Ppl pls treat me nicely on my birthday. Memorable but dun torture me. IF nt the nxt 2 years life will be quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunhan is going to be a policeman this tuesday. Ever wonder how he looks in uniform???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/400/kun_police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The most Cool Policeman of the Year with his oakley shade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114460862158958612?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114460862158958612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114460862158958612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-events-overa-new-life.html' title='All events over....A new life'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114347021768310265</id><published>2006-03-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:44:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 pecs slimming program</title><content type='html'>This is what happened during holiday mood. No exercise. Everyday Eat and Sleep only. I know it is disgusting. Go ahead and puke if u want to. Alrite, lucky cannot see my face. If not u will faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Presentation1%20%5BRecovered%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess it is time to increase my 1 sit-up a day. I need to train until i become like this. Fit Fit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/wakeboarding%20074%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppz... so sorry that i have to borrow someone body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114347021768310265?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114347021768310265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114347021768310265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/03/6-pecs-slimming-program.html' title='6 pecs slimming program'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114287403457398836</id><published>2006-03-21T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:03:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before Mt Kinabalu</title><content type='html'>Woah...still remember months ago we are still discussing about going Mt Kinabalu. Then we met with so many unfortunate incident. But due to the the determinations of the organisers, the trip is possible. Although i was nt excited about the trip when it was in the planning stage. However now kinda of eager to go. Actually dream of climbing Mt Kina started in Year 1. That time me and mark still thinking when we will climb it. So sorry mark....i going without u ...... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..i will be the unofficial first aider for the trip. I think my job is just to carry the first aid kit only. Plus the thermoflask. So u all want coffee or tea???? Dun worry, when i see u all dying, will definitely come help. Let my god-like healing touch cure u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Hello....Are u ok??"&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me...i am a first aider."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114287403457398836?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114287403457398836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114287403457398836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-before-mt-kinabalu.html' title='The Day Before Mt Kinabalu'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114243995701707285</id><published>2006-03-15T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:38:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhng my graphic card</title><content type='html'>My graphic card fan had spoilt for closed to half a year. Have always been thinking of modifying the fan but always no time or too lazy to diy. Anyway today pass by Sim Lim, so decided to get a cheapo fan and settle the problem once and for all. And here is my Zhng graphic card......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well.... it is geforce 4 ti 4200....cooled by AMD fan...whaha....dun siao siao.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then......wat have i been doing last week????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working in IT Show 2006. Wah it was xiong. Standing from 10am-10pm everyday. Becoz of this, knee now gt problem. Then the meal was shitty. Eating rock rice everyday for 4 days was bad for digestion. Furthermore each meal only take less than 5min for me. So u can imagine how fast i gobble down the food. But overall, have lots of fun working. Suppose to be in the slacker team just selling mouse. End up suddenly transferred to the front counter. Not a bad move because got things to do is better than nothing to do. Time pass faster. Simon is a good leader . A good motivator too. Michelle was super enthu when comes to selling her memory card. Every minute can hear her shouting. No wonder can attract so much guy customers.haha. Anyway her strategy do works. Some customers at least take the effort to see wat we selling. Of course she is one of those that made the most deal. I guess if this is her ITP, sure A...if not distinction liao. But now she suffer the after effect of IT show. Ok i am quite a slacker. I only approach customer when i see they gt interest. If not is like wasting time explaining to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as u can see...in this competitive society....it is better u grab every single chance rather to let even the slightest chance slip away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114243995701707285?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114243995701707285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114243995701707285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/03/zhng-my-graphic-card.html' title='Zhng my graphic card'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114174628252891488</id><published>2006-03-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:44:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the personz concern.....pls read</title><content type='html'>Well kinda of shocked to see both of u working in the IT show although i have already expected it quite long ago. Actually i knew something is going on. It was only today then i comfirm my guess is correct. We are slacking one corner looking for stuff to do when he told me. Somehow he felt paiseh. Erm...so i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it still sound abit unexpected. Imagine that guy is my very best friends. OMG. But then i have got over it long ago. I am really OK that both of u are together. Dun have to feel bad about it. Nothing to be sorry about. Nobody is to be blamed. Such thing cannot be force. You have to when it is time to let go. Whatever it is, both are still my close friends. Lets just hope that things will go on smoothly for both of u. U will definitely get my blessing..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114174628252891488?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114174628252891488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114174628252891488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-personz-concernpls-read.html' title='To the personz concern.....pls read'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114162300486197688</id><published>2006-03-06T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:30:04.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview: Genting Torture Trip</title><content type='html'>No time to blog yet.... take a look at some previews first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting...........Fear Factor Participants....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beloved Les for this trip &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sexy Model for hair waxing.....Bryan "Bushy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr Serious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pong Piah Poster Boy. Uncle Weng (left) Representative from Spore. Mr Kek, Representative from Segamat. Best Pong Piah in Msia. Happy Face after eating 3 pong piahs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Return of Fear Factor in Genting. U dare try??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114162300486197688?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114162300486197688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114162300486197688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/03/preview-genting-torture-trip.html' title='Preview: Genting Torture Trip'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114079374411563014</id><published>2006-02-24T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:13:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelong Lelong!!!</title><content type='html'>U know...sometimes when your are daydreaming, ideas just come so naturally. I wonder if this is how those great businessman or inventors get their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early morning wake up, normal routine. Lazing around on the bed, forcing myself into slp again. But too bad, body and mind just not in the mood to sleep again. It is at this split moment, my brain think of a great idea. Post an ad online to sell off bicycle wheel !! Although it is such a simple idea, yet i took so long to realise it. I have lost one of the wheels in accident 2 months ago. Now only left with 1 lonely rear wheel which cannot do anything. It is just collecting dust. Somemore my mother is complaining that i look like a bicycle garang guni with all the bike parts laying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was thinking how to attract ppl to buy this wheel. Becoz who the heck will just buy one useless rear wheel. u cannot cycle with one wheel rite.... So i decided to put in freebies.... giving away my slick tire for free. Put an attractive price of 50 bucks for everything. Quite suprisely the ad attracted quite a number of ppl. They emailed me. Put only this lucky guy from ntu gt the deal. I closed my first bike deal at 9.30pm at aljunied mrt stn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/IMG_4848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wheel when i bought in 2004. For $210 (Oh..this i pay with my own money...erm...ya lorz )&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Weng%20041e.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 years later......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now...my wheel become a "widow".... i have got no choice but to sell u away. This is my last pict of u..... In fond memories.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114079374411563014?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114079374411563014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114079374411563014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/lelong-lelong.html' title='Lelong Lelong!!!'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114018711229329441</id><published>2006-02-17T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:38:32.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seldom bother about the email in account. Usually i wait until it floods then delete them. However, today happen to click on this email when deleting my account. Although it is rather long but it is meaningful. Email from Ang Eileen (aka "Kun Mei")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taming our Hot Temper&lt;br /&gt;        Temper takes many forms. The form of temper we now adopt as adults depends very much on what was successfully applied on us as children. For example, if the significant adults had used temper to control us successfully, we now use temper to try to control others. Since we had focused on the injustice of the temper so much, we unconsciously imbibe the very behavior we hated.         Temper can be obvious or it can be subtle. Temper manifests itself in some of the following ways:        a) explosion----we rage, we use anger to lash out at others and intimidate them.        b) implosion----we give the silent treatment, we sulk, we turn it inward and beat ourselves up.        c) irritation---we have little tolerance, we are out of control.        d) repetition---we nag constantly, we are stuck in the same angry groove.        It is best to avoid all forms of anger because if we give anger an inch, it will take a mile. So don’t let anger get a foothold in our hearts. For once anger gets into our hearts, it is hard to uproot. And if we let the sun go down on our anger, our hearts will harden into resentment and bitterness.        We are the only one who can make ourselves angry. We choose how we respond to the event that upset us. The meaning we give to the event will determine whether we become angry or not. What we tell ourselves makes us angry. How? By telling ourselves that we have been taken undue advantage of, that we have been unfairly treated, abused, bullied, humiliated, browbeaten, intimidated, coerced or mercilessly whacked for minor mistakes or by recounting to ourselves all the perceived wrongs that have been done to us in the past. It is vital that we watch our thoughts as we can temporarily stop our anger when we change our thoughts or change what we tell ourselves. Yet, why do we often become more and more angry? Because we refuse to change our angry thoughts or we choose to churn over and over in our minds what we keep telling ourselves. And what we tell ourselves keep us locked in our anger prison.        Often, we become angry because we don’t get our ways. We have not learnt the art of allowing, tolerating, accommodating and accepting differences in views, values, mannerisms and perspectives.        Sometimes we become angry because current word or event triggers off some childhood abuse, fear or anxiety.        But, the ultimate objective of all forms of anger is to try to control the behavior of the other person. We use anger to intimidate, manipulate and subdue the other person.         Anger becomes most dangerous when it hardens our hearts and makes us so self-righteous that we cannot see our fault. What we cannot see, in ourselves, we cannot change. When we refuse to apologize for our anger we imprison ourselves in our own self-righteousness. We stand on our pride. We harden our heart. But when we start to say “I am sorry,” we begin to unburden our heart and release ourselves from our own imprisonment. Somehow the chain is removed. The shackle is broken. Sure some will take advantage of our apology but the heavy burden of being locked up in our own anger is lightened. Apology unlocks our heart for the reconciliation to begin.                 Easy to talk, but, how do we tame our hot temper?1) Admit that we are in trouble        If people can easily trigger us into temper, sulking, impatience, or nagging then we have to admit that “I am out of control with my temper.” When we use temper so readily it becomes a form of emotional abuse. It also means that we are unable to discipline ourselves. We have lost self-control. We have not learnt to separate the important from the little things. We have not learnt to let the small stuff go.         Yes, we can find thousands of reasons why we are so easily provoked into uncontrollable anger and hold on to the anger right into the night. But, unless we recognize and admit that we have trouble with our hot temper, we will never start to tame our temper.&lt;br /&gt;      Furthermore, we must admit that, often, our hot temper arises from nothing more than our resentment. Where there is resentment, there is a hardening of the heart and there is no forgiveness in our hearts. A forgiven person forgives, so it is vital that we learn to forgive ourselves also.      One practical way of forgiving is to pray for the one who hurts us, who causes us pain, or even harm.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stop before the temper gets ugly        Anger is a choice. It is a choice to stop a disagreement before it gets ugly. It is a choice to stop and pray because we can sense the anger starting to boil inside and that our hearts are beginning to harden. If we want to control our anger, we should, “be quick to listen but slow to speak and slow to human anger”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The earlier we agree, the easier it is to stop the quarrel and the anger from developing. As Solomon says, “The start of an argument is like the first break in a dam; stop it before it goes any further.” “Any fool can start argumentsand “The fool blurts out every angry feeling, but the wise subdues and restrains them.&lt;br /&gt;“Come to terms with your opponent in good time while you are still on the way to the court with him”&lt;br /&gt;    4) Seek Counseling         Speaking to a close friend may be a good way to tame your temper. Say everything which you feel like saying. Your close friend may be the one able to provide the best advice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun stage war against yourself, find peace within yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114018711229329441?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114018711229329441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114018711229329441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-seldom-bother-about-email-in-account.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-114009322126026967</id><published>2006-02-16T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:33:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Fireworks from #18-170</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fireworks view on from my house....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, this will be the very last firework i going to see from my house. Going to shift house soon. Next time going to stay 4th floor, got nothing to see. So everyone, last chance to enjoy these photographs....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114009322126026967?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114009322126026967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/114009322126026967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-fireworks-from-18-170.html' title='Last Fireworks from #18-170'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113976150225486153</id><published>2006-02-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:25:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Fever</title><content type='html'>According to a recent finding, there is an increasing number of people getting the fever virus. The number is believed to be still increasing due to dreadful upcoming exam, resulting in a decrease in the hours of sleep. It is strongly believed that the culprit is the bak gua during the cny season. Especially the hot and crispy bak kunz home-made bak gua. Delicious but deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite exam coming. Study hard dudes. Oh... of course for those love birds, lonely birds, loser birds and kuku birds(???), U all can start studying after vdae. One day is not going to make any diff, so enjoy yourself!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113976150225486153?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113976150225486153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113976150225486153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/exam-fever.html' title='Exam Fever'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113941925107725170</id><published>2006-02-09T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:20:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is tough....really. Tough choice. I will never blamed you for making this decision. Right Choice. If it is not today, then it will some other time. Short term pain better than long term pain.  Someone told to take it as a good thing. No doubt, it is sad, painful and confusing but it is part and parcel of life. Life still goes on. Time to get over it !!! Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/have%20a%20nice%20day.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have A Nice Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113941925107725170?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113941925107725170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113941925107725170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113923847020556550</id><published>2006-02-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:36:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is just so worrying when you see your friends feeling sad or angry. I always fear that, could it be me causing it. Sometimes we dun realise that we are making things worse. Sometimes we really got the good intention to help but end up causing more trouble. Maybe we just dun understand each other well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno wat to do now. If i am really the one causing some much unhappiness, then i should say Sorry. I gt no intention for treating ppl good. Becoz if u happy, then i happy. Seeing someone happy and smile is the greatest joy. Sad to say, i am not a humourous person. I will love to be one. I will try. But it is not easy to generate joke out of my boring and laggy brain. I just want to be who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i dun wish to think so much. Just feel like going for a very long run. To run and run it all out. How i wish i also gt my bike now, racing down the quiet and peaceful coastal road, along the long strip of runway. I fear that it is coming to an end. Just like the airplane reaching the end of the runway but still cannot take off. Just dun want to see such disaster coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113923847020556550?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113923847020556550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113923847020556550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-just-so-worrying-when-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113899254025804865</id><published>2006-02-04T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:49:00.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a taxi driver</title><content type='html'>Basically, spent more than 50% of the time on road. Din really want to drive due to petrol price. Wah imagine 3 days drive 400km. If my father see liao he will faint. I dun think he can even hit 100km in a week. But i just want to make life easier for ppl, so decided to drive today to fetch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a car, it is so much more convienent to go FC1. Becoz of that I went to FC1 for the past 2 days. Even after eating, still gt free tissue inside the car. Really enjoy life ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon chauffeur the project ladies to tanah merah to meet the client. Quite cramp for 4 not so slim ladies squeezing at the back. I tried to drive as fast as possible but the car under heavyweight, no power to move fast. Esp going the hill at the client hse. I can feel the engine screaming till it cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wat happen from 4 - 6.30 is really experiencing and interesting. I just parked my car under the a nice cooling shade. First went out for a walk. Discover zhenwei hse is just beside. But too bad he not at home. After that went back to car. Unwind windows and switch on music. Tired then slp. Wake up liao juz stared blankly and listen music. Bored liao then go out walk again. Finally at 6.15, i tot of making use the time to study. Erm quite effective. But soon after that i received call that they are ready. Anyway, it is not boring la. Take it as relaxing and meditating. To calm the troubled mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night after steamboat also fetch my frens back. Becoz midnight liao. Anyway most of them stayed at bedok area. IT is OK la. Only left with tml to drive. Becoz the taxi need to return soon, after that i think not much chance to drive liao. Trust me...i am a safe driver.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driving motto: Safe Driving....Anyplace...Anywhere....Anytime. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113899254025804865?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113899254025804865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113899254025804865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-of-taxi-driver.html' title='Life of a taxi driver'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113881419310532918</id><published>2006-02-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:16:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Discovery</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why female hair cut is always more expensive.... Let's now see why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Their hair is cut strand by strand. That's why need more skills and patient. Guys who get their 10 bucks hair cut from QB or malay barber will know that our hair is cut violently, chunk by chunk. More hair loss per minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) According to my discovery, the price for certain haircut is according to the hair length. Since most girls got long hair, so price increased also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) More time needed to cut a female hair. Although only a few inches of hair is cut each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There is a great risk that the hairstylist get scolding from female customer when she thinks the hair is not satisfied. Erm, high risk, high price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of these days, when i gt too much money to spare. I should try going to such salon to have my curly hair cut. Maybe with a new hairstyle, i will not look so Uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113881419310532918?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113881419310532918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113881419310532918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/02/hairy-discovery.html' title='Hairy Discovery'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113855492973215394</id><published>2006-01-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:15:29.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xin Nian Guai Le</title><content type='html'>Once again, i have shown ppl how pathetic my han yu pin yin is.... I wanted to wish my frens happy new year mah. So in my sms, i type " wishing u all Xin Nian Guai Le". Anyway the correct one should be Xin Nian Kuai Le....nt Guai.... Oh even my chinese cannot make it friend know the correct han yu pin yin. Then end up i receive replies which make fun of my Guai Le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think is time to go back to primary school to learn han yu pin yin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113855492973215394?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113855492973215394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113855492973215394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/xin-nian-guai-le.html' title='Xin Nian Guai Le'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113843639312736159</id><published>2006-01-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:33:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a free labour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having done my part time cleaner job on sunday, i decided to continue my career as a free labour. My job this time is to paint the room. Although i am working for free, but boss told me that if i do a good job, maybe the lady boss will give me ang bao for chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for boss to pick me up and have lunch first. Suppose to eat the best wanton mee in bedok but the Uncle closed shop liao. He eating the last bowl of chicken feet mee himself. Then he told us come again nxt year. So sad..... I was abit shocked Boss bought for me the not bad curry rice in bedok...which is really nt bad la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first time i realised painting is such a long process. First scrapping, then paint the based layerX2....then the final layer. Initially still quite enthu leh but gradually become abit slack. haha. Start to find excuse here and there so that can faster finish. Oh this is a secret that the painting is abit sub-standard. Cannot let higher management know. Anyway, lucky gt the help of boss to paint with me. Although sometimes boss will be abit siao...start doing umimagineable stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally unbelievable that we finished the job by evening. Somemore nicely painted. Although with sharp eyes, i think can see the flaws. Opps. Oh lastly, i want to mention the great zhenwei theory: "The process is not important. What is important is the outcome".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/the%202%20painters%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My first Tattoo.... a smiley face to show i enjoy the work!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/the%202%20painters%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Closed up of the hairy white leg....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/the%202%20painters%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posing for Yun Nan Hair Care Centre. New Leg Hair Dyeing Service. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/the%202%20painters%20035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 7 compulsory pose.....Left Bicep Flex...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/the%202%20painters%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good doggy....stay outside...dun disturb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/the%202%20painters%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No ang bao....But this is my reward. Yummy and juicy Ong Lai Tart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113843639312736159?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113843639312736159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113843639312736159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-of-free-labour.html' title='Life of a free labour'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113794397082473845</id><published>2006-01-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:32:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Time Hse Cleaner.....</title><content type='html'>When everyone was resting after spinnovex, i woke up early in the morning to prepare myself to help rosalind spring cleaning her room. I volunteer to help clean her room becoz she said her room was really dirty and messy then i claimed that i am an experince cleaner. Anyway, my reaction when seeing it was still quite calm la, as i din say a single word when i saw it with my own eyes the first time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i arrived at her hse at the wrong timing, when her whole family was there. Oh shy man. Then quickly start work liao. Erm, since this nt my room. i dunno where and how to start from. So walked and looked ard....decided to start from the desk. haha. Erm, dun really know how to pack also becoz dunno where i should put the stuff and also to throw the stuff anot. But slowly still can get used to it la. Acutally the problem is that there is too much stuff, which Ros cannot bear to throw...haha..... so this is where i came in to help her throw. Sometimes she spotted things nt suppose to throw in the plastic bag. Opps. I tried to pack the stuff in an organised way so that can find easily. Oh...i hope U can find your stuff in future...if not i will try to remember where put the stuff when u asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also a few blind spots where thick layer of dust is growing. So if can clean then clean lorz, if not used the powerful vacuum cleaner to suck it in. Then slowly cleaned from corner to corner. Although abit tired but still alrite becoz this is not the worse. Last time itp cleaned the warehouse.....bigger and the dust is blacker...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is so far the longest time taken to clean a single room....from 10am - 4pm. Erm although not entirely clean but i guess there is great improvement than previosuly. Quite a sense of achievement after cleaning so nice.haha.  So when i tot i can chao after cleaning, it started raining heavily. Wah fated that cannot go home. So slack in the clean room. See a lot of photos. haha. Quite different compare to now...haha....erm but nothing bad la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the room can maintain at this image for sometime....at least until chinese new year. haha. At least for the first time can have ppl say your room tidy. oh btw, seems like the job is not yet completed, still gt the second part waiting for me.... waiting........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113794397082473845?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113794397082473845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113794397082473845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/part-time-hse-cleaner.html' title='Part Time Hse Cleaner.....'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113794116777939302</id><published>2006-01-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:38:28.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinnovex 2006</title><content type='html'>16 - 21 Jan 2006 was spinnovex week. It is basically a week for the MM and EEE students to showcase their projects. The special are highlighted in the tent area, while the not so popular projects are hidden in the deserted workshop area. As mine is a giant and noisy and ugly looking project, it is hidden inside the workshop area with the majority. For the past few days, other than the judges, i dun see any visitors coming to our area except for our very supportive frens visiting us. Actually even if i see public visitors, i sometimes dun bother entertain them.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges asked a lot of questions which u will never imagine. Sometimes we are too stun to answer, so we juz bluff our way through, at least to save our ass for this exhibtion. The judges are really Very Important People, as they will determine whether u get an award for your project. Although getting an award does not guarantee a good grade at the end, at least it means your effort is not wasted for the week. My ugly coffin burner project (claimed by many frens who saw it) was lucky to get a silver award. Actually it was supposed to an automatic loading and unloading project but it look so much like the machine in the crematorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that i din take much photo in my formal attire and also with my frens. Haiz wasted. Even the most important and nicest photos were lost in digicam due to mysterious reason yet to find. Very sad leh. Erm next time i must be not be so shy to take more photos liao. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/DSC01447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;            Presenting project no 05075.....the Coffin Burner....... Anybody want to buy??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113794116777939302?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113794116777939302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113794116777939302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/spinnovex-2006.html' title='Spinnovex 2006'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113716672588054112</id><published>2006-01-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:38:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yu Guo Tian Qing</title><content type='html'>i think finally my han yu ping yin can make it liao!! Wah.....the sun is out finally after several days of non-stop raining all around singapore. The past few days is freezing cold everyone. SP is definitely a good place to train for kinabalu. Anyway, because of the wonderful weather, i can start running again. Have not been running for a month since marathon is over. And now napfa is coming in another weeks time. HOW?? So when for a jog with junwei and andrew around the school twice. Initially andrew suggested thrice but looking at our tummy, we knew we cannot make it. So we said see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was shiong but good. I realised my leg is no longer thungerthigh after the rain and rest. It is now aching. It is also telling me to train harder for napfa. I also just barely made it for standing board jump. So now who say big thigh ppl can jump far?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Jan Tuesday will be the day which decide my fate in NS......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113716672588054112?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113716672588054112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113716672588054112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/yu-guo-tian-qing.html' title='Yu Guo Tian Qing'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113682431583449881</id><published>2006-01-10T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:49:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen n Drunken</title><content type='html'>Today went to Eski Bar. Suppose to be chilling out and lottery draw for our kinabalu trip. Anyway, i dun see a point in drawing lots since so many people are willing to give up their space for certain reason. haha. The service from eski bar was damn sucky today. Lousy attitude from the waitress, who cannot wait for us to decide on the drink. We dun always come eski, dun expect us to know what drinks that are available. Then got this waitor, who keep staring at us when we inside the subzero room. Junwei must be the most happy man liao since u gt his blowjob in eski bar. Oh man...it is no shit. It is short but strong. His expression after finishing the blowjob tells it all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today subzero room was extremely.......freezing cold. That time when i entered was only 0 degreeC, somemore with shorts only. Now the temperature dropped to MINUS 16 degreeC. Staying for 10sec is a challenge..... 1 min is a torture......5 min.....i think u are trying to kill yourself liao. I was practically shivering uncontrollably....like having fits after i entere. Actually i just felt like dancing inside to keep myself warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the subzero temp and alcohol damaged my brain cell. I feeling so tired and mabo when taking the train. Everyone talk to me, i just huh?? back to them or hahaha to them. The temp prob frozen my brain cell and the alcohol destroyed it. Now i need so gd rest to grow back my brain cell. Zzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113682431583449881?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113682431583449881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113682431583449881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/frozen-n-drunken.html' title='Frozen n Drunken'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113665481139465392</id><published>2006-01-08T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:26:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I luv spy show</title><content type='html'>I have been watching bourne identity and bourne supremacy illegally during the new year week. Wah i must say both are damn nice movie. Now i love spy or suspense movie liao. They are much better than James Bond movie. Bond movie to fake and he is too chee hong also, every show gt at least 2 bed scene...gd for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movies feature Matt Damon as Jason Bourne who is a top agent in CIA. But he was injured in a mission and lost his memory. He was later found in the sea by fishermen and that when the story began. There after, is all the action which he used his skills and knowledge to discover his identity and to protect himself against the CIA who is on a hunt to kill him. Gonna say in the show, the character is a smart, fast thinker, skilful guy. Impressive. How i wish i can be like him....haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, while i was searching for more information on these 2 shows, i find out that the third sequel, bourne ultimatum may come out in 2007. I seriously hope they will come up with another gd sequel. Waiting for it.....haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113665481139465392?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113665481139465392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113665481139465392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-luv-spy-show.html' title='I luv spy show'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113656609777353862</id><published>2006-01-07T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:02:55.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weak...and weaker</title><content type='html'>i was studying for I&amp;C test on thursday nite when suddenly, i started shivering. Then my body feel numb and cold. It happened too fast and at the wrong time when i studying for 2 tests on friday. After that i started switching off aircon and wearing jackets. Better but still shaking. So took the advice of drinking strawberry tea....haha...better la. Continue studying....but headache gt worse....my brain all filled with bloods...then the facts cannot get in. In the end gave up. Went to slp. Din slp well, feeling very hot and body aching like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt morning, wanted to wake up but body ache until i need to drag myself out of the bed. Breakfast also cannot eat. Eat a mouthful of bread...then gave up. Haiz...bad.... After that, decided to pon the first lesson to slp more. Then after that see my condition fit to take the shiong tests later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my saviour. My mother one look, can detect my illness liao. She used her super healing hands to do a full body massage. Her strong hands when massaging made my muscle feel so weak. Even though i already lying on the bed half dead, i still cannot tahan the pain...then keep OucHing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, after the massage and short slp, i rise from the dead. I went to school and took the 2 tests today...but still 1 more to go on monday but haiz..... Come to think of it, this is the first time i am so seriously sick in my whole poly life. Recently also quite sway. First was the cycling accident before new year. Now got fever and flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermz...looks like i need to learn some massaging skill from my mother.....so effective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113656609777353862?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113656609777353862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113656609777353862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/weakand-weaker.html' title='weak...and weaker'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113618125455167316</id><published>2006-01-02T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:12:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Accident Prone Cyclist of 2005</title><content type='html'>Haha...those that have cycled with me since i first started cycling in 2003 will know that i have sustained the highest number of fall on my bike and most numbers of scars on the knees and hands. The most scariest accident gonna be last friday night cycling. A lot of ppl like kunhan and junwei had written an account of wat happened. Now is my turn to recall my true personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date: 30 Dec 2005&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2300hrs&lt;br /&gt;Place of accident: bus stop after Serangoon North Ave 1 (which is after bryan house)&lt;br /&gt;Witness: Jenna, Tay Chuan, Junwei, Howe Ruey, Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Chief Reporter: Goh Kunhan with his S2 SLR camera&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi and medic: Junwei&lt;br /&gt;Driver cum safety vehicle cum bus chiongster: Bryan driving his father chevrolet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We were cycling along yio chu kang on the way to yishun meeting dong hong, kendrick. We were cycling in this formation, bryan as usual very fast...so in front...followed by junwei, howe ruey, me, jenna and tay chuan. As we were approaching this bus stop, suddenly this sbs wants to cut into the bus stop without warning or slowing down. We were all squeezed very close to the kerb. Junwei and Howe Ruey managed to pass through. However, because i not slim enough, i knew i cannot make it through that gap. So i try to cycle even closer to the kerb and slow down. I din expect the front wheel of my bike to hit the drainage hole. My bike skidded and i fell to my left. What happened next was unbelieveable and fast. I heard a lot of cracking sound. The bus just rolled over my front wheel and suspension when i am still stucked in between my bike. Everything just turn into a flattened scrap metal. Oil was leaking out from my rockshox suspension. My wheel became wedge potatoes. The worse was the bus din even stop. My mind just went blank. The only thing i heard was jenna and tay chuan cursing the bus and the driver...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we gathered at the scene to access the damage and injury. Junwei provided the alcohol swap to clean the wound. Then bryan was chionging after the bus for the license plate.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bryan house which was a junction away to see what we could do. Since his father's car was around, his father suggested that bryan drive us to the police centre to make a report. So all 5 of us squeezed inside to go to ang mo kio NPC. It was at this time, kunhan make his way down from his hse which is opposite the NPC. He took his camera and start snapping like a reporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat happened next ..... after making a report, i continue cycling using jenna second bike, together with dong hong and kendrick who joined us a bryan hse but i was already damn sianz. No mood liao...thinking of a lot of things. Went Jalan Kayu to eat and drink. Then i went back early because dun want to like spoil the mood, so bryan drove me home. Go home also damn sianz because my parents all awoke by the noise i made when i reached home. Then as usual they will make noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually before the accident, a lot of bad omens. I punctured my tyres juz 200m aways from my house and it happened after i told junwei i nv had a punctured before. Some claimed that because 32C nt there although she appeared after the accident. Maybe is howe ruey fault since he first time joined us then i gt accident. Then juz a min before the accident, Jenna was obssessed with my legs. Then say my pedaling style nice...then i was like OMG.....see la...nxt time dun keep looking..haha. Anyway all nonsense.....haha... The only fault is the reckless driver fault. I want compensation from SBS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, glad that i am still alive.... Life is important now.....(opps borrow bryan's line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;broken spokes, flattened suspension&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/IMG_0009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I seemed to smile better after the fall...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Faking in pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Fond Memories for my bike....... Gd bye to my beloved bike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/bike%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"U have suffered so much and also caused me to suffered with U....now is time for&lt;br /&gt;u to retired liao... RIP bah...." &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113618125455167316?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113618125455167316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113618125455167316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2006/01/most-accident-prone-cyclist-of-2005.html' title='Most Accident Prone Cyclist of 2005'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113600064647840167</id><published>2005-12-31T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:44:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stunned for Life</title><content type='html'>It just happened too fast, just all of a sudden. Everything is gone now...... Haiz it is the end liao or at least it is the end for now or maybe many many months or years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked and Sadded.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113600064647840167?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113600064647840167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113600064647840167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/stunned-for-life.html' title='Stunned for Life'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113586955289747345</id><published>2005-12-29T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:19:12.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ProJect |LLegal</title><content type='html'>I was tasked to do a very important mission today. If nt someone cannot study for test..haha...&lt;br /&gt;Project Illegal commenced when i received a sms to check my email. Stopwatch started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Illegal: Part 1&lt;br /&gt;The first part is to find enough plain paper for printing. Since the lab printing is free, the paper there always run out and nobody will bother to top up. So chiong to t14. I combed from the 7 floor since there always least people. But all lab locked. Same for 6 floor. 5 floor, just nice got opened. Then i noticed someone dismantle the lock for the printer tray. Alrite that's it. I stared and smiled at the security camera then ruthlessly took the whole stack of paper. But still got 1 piece left inside, so that not so obvious. I was thinking should i go other room to kope more paper. Lucky i did, u will know why in part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Illegal: Part 2&lt;br /&gt;The second part is to go to t12 advance machining lab, where the printer is. Look around...no lab technicians...so far so gd... Login the comp, check email, then opened file.... then start printing.... print half way, paper jammed. Sianz. Lucky minor problem. Check everything....then continue printing. I though mission abt to accomplish. Then suddenly received a call. Mission update: Print section 2 of some manual guide.... No choice have to listen to boss instruction. SO loaded more paper and start printing. Finish printing. Stopwatch stop. Time check: 20min 14.78sec.&lt;br /&gt;Paper wasted: 196 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplish!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113586955289747345?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113586955289747345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113586955289747345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/project-llegal.html' title='ProJect |LLegal'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113578758147762689</id><published>2005-12-28T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:33:01.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/xmas%20outing%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/400/xmas%20outing%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erm...long time never try nite shot from my house plus today sky nt bad....so took a few shots... and only this one can make it...the rest too shaky. Time to consult camera guru kunnie for skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was really stress. Armed with all the necessary particulars, the kinabalu wannabes flood the airasia webby. We are hoping that there is at least a probability that 1/1000 tries will be successful. Everytime after pressing submit, only this sweet message appear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We’re sorry; there seems to be an error with your booking. We encourage you to check and try again : did you key in all required fields accurately? Should you require further assistance, please contact the AirAsia Call Centre: 1 300 88 99 33 (within Malaysia), 0 2515 9999 (within Thailand), 0804 1 333 333 (withn Indonesia), 6733 9933 (within Singapore) or +603 – 7884 9000 (out of Malaysia) Alte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, they have probably seen this msg a hundred time. Nvm, i pei fu u all. But i feel sorry if u happen to dream of this msg even in your sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Mt K is cancelled, there are lots of talk abt going other places. All talk no action or yet to take action. Somehow, when we talk about it, it also make as satisfied and excited. Thailand, Hong Kong and Gunung Stong are some of the the backup plans. Erm, notice thailand and hong kong?? Shopping heaven. So as u have prob guessed they are the gals idea to go shopping. Watever backup still cannot compare to going mt K. Think everyone will be very gian going mt K too. Nvm, guess will be next year. Hopefully by then, Airasia will earn enough money from their budget flights to upgrade their server. Booooh~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113578758147762689?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113578758147762689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113578758147762689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113570620602437319</id><published>2005-12-28T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:56:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destruction of SP swimming pool....</title><content type='html'>The beautiful and quiet swimming pool of SP was disrupted by 2 ahem....pu pu kias today. I tell u...this is not the first time liao... A lot of time when i swimming, i also met these terrible pu pu kias. Is not i want to be racist..(and who say i am racist).....but they just like to act funny lorz. U know...ppl usually like to swim the longer side of the pool but these ppl for some reason like to swim the shorter side. Either they cannot swim far or they think can attract attention by swimming another direction. Whatever it is i am ok with them swimming where they want. But somewhere....they just like to cut my lane when i swim..... imagine u swim half way and get a free kiss from them....HELL.... firstly.....i think they smell....i can even smell them inside the water...phew.....secondly they too hairy.....imagine their curly hairy chest float to u and stick to some part of your body.....eewww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they like to chiong the swimming pool in big groups....this is the worst....u will think SP pool become a bollywood scene....and some bangala are dancing....i tell u when in grps...they are havoc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watever it is....there will nt be me....when got them in the pool.period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: due to highly sensitive issue and recent racism case...the actual race cannot be named...they will be known as pu pu kias for your info.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113570620602437319?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113570620602437319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113570620602437319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/destruction-of-sp-swimming-pool.html' title='Destruction of SP swimming pool....'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113558062495878162</id><published>2005-12-26T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:03:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Hunchback Campaign 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to the increasing number of ppl facing this problem, Uncle Weng have decided to launch an anti-hunchback program for 2006, to help and remind ppl to stand straight... stomach in chestout.... Well this is the poster for the campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/hunch.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ermz...this is the most artistic i can get...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course to give morale support to your frens...this is what u can do... ..whahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/xmas%20outing%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nag at them until they stand straight......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hey...to those hunchbacker....for a better image and future...stand straight from today bah...haha... We can do it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113558062495878162?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113558062495878162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113558062495878162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/anti-hunchback-campaign-2006.html' title='Anti-Hunchback Campaign 2006'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113557952384178642</id><published>2005-12-26T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:45:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho~ Ho~ Ho....Happy Xmas....Merry New Year</title><content type='html'>Erm..Xmas maybe over....but fear nt...the atmosphere of xmas is still there....so uncle weng wish u all happy xmas...and nt to forget new year is coming... Have to say this year xmas is more happening. Went clubbing for the first time. Unbelievable rite?? I'm not the only first timer, got jade and pat which we all have to setup protection zone to prevent pervert guy to take advantage. Anway first time went Zouk clubbing, took a long time to warm up before dancing. I find abit funny leh, the way everyone dance...haha...i seriously feel like laughing but scared later beaten up. Anyway i think most of them are already high, which is the reason for the funny dance move. The most eye opening is seeing zhenwei dance. OMG!!! Someone that cannot dance but dancing so wild on the dance floor...whahah...anyway he is DRUNK la... It was crowded that day la, so everyone was just like dancing on spot, moving the butt, the hand and head only. Of course it was also a gd chance for others to go TNN........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion for clubbing: Quite fun la...allow u to go destress let it all out but i def wun become a chiongster and gian clubbing. It is also a good place to for aerobic exercise, a lot of full body movement when dancing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113557952384178642?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113557952384178642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113557952384178642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-hohappy-xmasmerry-new-year.html' title='Ho~ Ho~ Ho....Happy Xmas....Merry New Year'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113553123456803973</id><published>2005-12-26T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:20:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more check up</title><content type='html'>After a month of check up, from ecg, blood test, urine test to kidney scan, i am finally declared almost healthy. Just that the doctor insist that i got high blood pressure. He say my heart beat very fast, can be due to my nervousness. Then he gave me some small heart shape pills, say can help to decrease the heart rate. Ermz.....bet muz be some depression pill to make me less excited and nervous. So next time u see me very sad or quiet...u should know that the pills is taking effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at how the troublesome 24h urine test is like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottle i am suppose to pee on....whaha...huge rite..... and this is the amount after 24h....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Due to highly disgusting images...the actual photo is nt display....the red line indicate the urine level.....whaa....it is so high due to the amount of water drunk on that day..... nothing to do so juz keep drinking water and slping lorz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113553123456803973?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113553123456803973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113553123456803973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-more-check-up.html' title='No more check up'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113474943417036316</id><published>2005-12-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:08:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Schedule 2006</title><content type='html'>Alrite.... 2006 is coming...let's have a look at what is happening for the sporting events....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 jan: Singapore River Raft Race ( nt participanting...juz a sch slave for the event)&lt;br /&gt;5 feb: Surf n Sweat ( ermz...a lot of bikini babe...cannot miss...opps)&lt;br /&gt;19 feb: National Vertical Marathon ( erm this is my event...hope nt to miss it)&lt;br /&gt;26 feb: New Balance Duathlon ( last year almost cmi....will come up with better strategy for 2006)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah....starting of 2006 already so busy.....all weekends burn.....god....can i have more weekends to slp?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from now to end of 2005, should be resting, maybe just slack swimming to train for next year triathlon?? Will get back to training when 2006 starts, partly because of napfa also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/bian.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah....finally found a green colour bike!! Bianchi Road bike... my next dream bike... When will money fall down from the sky?? Ermz... Can i have the bike for xmas??? *hintz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113474943417036316?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113474943417036316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113474943417036316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/training-schedule-2006.html' title='Training Schedule 2006'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113474771713645971</id><published>2005-12-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:41:57.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Transporting Human Waste</title><content type='html'>Date: 17 dec 2005 / Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Mission Start Time: 0900&lt;br /&gt;Target: East Shore Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Estimated Finish Time: 0930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a highly confidential mission to transport the highly toxic waste from whampoa drive to east shore hospital. It will be a solo mission carried out by secret agent Uncle Weng. The waste will be tightly seal in a 3litre bottle container. The waste is known to be highly toxic, corrosive, and lethal. Any small leakage from the bottle will cause breathing difficulty leading to suffocation and finally death. A painful death. The bottle will be cover in a plastic bag, so that the yellowish contend inside cannot be seen. This will allow agent Weng to take a taxi to the hospital. Upon arrival at the hospital, the chemical will be pass to the laboratory for test to be carried out. Mission Accomplish~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Confidential-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha..... my urine lorz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113474771713645971?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113474771713645971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113474771713645971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/operation-transporting-human-waste.html' title='Operation Transporting Human Waste'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113429340350055263</id><published>2005-12-11T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T17:30:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Weekend....</title><content type='html'>This is the first time after so many weeks, that i spent my whole of my weekend at home. I had already decided to go pengerang cycling but had to cancel it due to medical appointment. Haiz, talking abt my health problem, it seems like i gonna get checked from head to toe. The blood test result was alrite but the doctor decided to ask me to go for a few more detailed checkup. I will be going for this scan nxt week on my kidneys. Wah....seem scary. Then another test suppose to do at home. It is called 24h urine test. I have to stay at home for 1 whole day, do nothing but juz to pee on a damn big bottle (i think gt 3litre). whaha..imagine 1 whole day of urine. I pity the person doing the test la.... Seems like there are so much problem coming up. People say.....aiyo u so fit...where gt problem one... can chiong up 72 storey..... complete 42km run...seems like i am those that look gd on the outside but inside the cannot make it ...haha.... sometimes i also think horz, this checkup is creating more and more problems.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went to changi village to collect my bike from rosalind. She looked abit tired...then after that told me the bad news....she fell !! hehe..... she showed me the injury....ermz...scratches here and there..... haha...oh no...disfigured liao.... I think juz becoz i lent her a big bag....she carried so much stuff...haha....all her stuffs + notes to study for test....haha...think nxt time i lend u a smaller bag...force u nt to carry so much stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back was quite nice. I felt so nice back on the bike again. We cycled back from pasir ris, tampinese, bedok reservoir, ubi, then back to kallang. I cleaned the bike once i reached home and also to inspect the damage. My rockshox fork sustain some superficial scratches. From the damage, i can imagine how she fell...hehe....opps...muz be quite pain.... Anyway, it is ok la...not as if my bike nv fall before. In fact i fell so many times before. So i should say this bike is curse. haha .More important is whoever riding it, be it me or anybody else, return from the ride in one piece.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113429340350055263?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113429340350055263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113429340350055263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/boring-weekend.html' title='Boring Weekend....'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113405547576244106</id><published>2005-12-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:24:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/sore%20eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/sore%20eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWAS!!!  Dun stared straight into the eyes...1000Volt.... U may get electrocuted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....sore eye for a few days liao..... cannot blink my righ eye.....wonder wat cause the problem.... saw something nt suppose to see....erm....highly possible...opps..... think time to drink more liang cha liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: AWAS means warning in malay...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113405547576244106?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113405547576244106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113405547576244106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/eyes.html' title='The Eyes....'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113396586816739923</id><published>2005-12-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:41:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Race on Earth~~</title><content type='html'>Yes... it is called the Greatest Race on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Dist = 42.195km (105.48 X 400m tracks, 12.78 X around SP)...can imagine now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6500 marathoners taking part to kill themselves ( stupid ppl) &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running route: esplanade bridge-&gt;marina south-&gt;nicoll highway-&gt;east coast park-&gt;bedok jetty-&gt;fort road-&gt; kallang road-&gt;marina promenade-&gt;padang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total time: 5h 13min !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftermath: endless cramps and pain....limping in school for 3 days....think will still continue to limp somemore.... Oh i think i gonna whack a lot of food for the rest of the week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/IMG_6578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Food that keep me going..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/Copy%20(2)%20of%20CIMG1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...lelong...$2 for 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Copy%20%282%29%20of%20CIMG1835.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;buy 5976 now....sure win this sat and sun!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Copy%20%283%29%20of%20CIMG1830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the race...mouth open so big....haha....dun take candid shot nxt time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/marathon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After: See my shag face clearly.... din take off shirt purposely...if not later abrasion uncomfortable&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Copy%20of%20CIMG1846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Common guys....i know we are tired....juz acting energetic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113396586816739923?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113396586816739923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113396586816739923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/12/greatest-race-on-earth.html' title='The Greatest Race on Earth~~'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113342319808428549</id><published>2005-12-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:46:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Checkup</title><content type='html'>haiz... going to get enlisted soon. Back to wearing green uniform again after my NCC life. Somehow my life always associate with green colour lorz. My fav colour, my room also green, trekking in green forest,etc..... Anyway went for my first medical checkup, then assigned PES D (some said is distinction) due to heart murmur. Not suprising la, i knew it when i went for my poly medical checkup. However i just heck care it. So far so good lorz, so din give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday went for another heart scan in alexandra hospital. Everything is paid for. Using govt money....shiok..... Actually i took a taxi from queenstown mrt, because judging from my watch, comfirm will late. Then i faint hearted one mah....they told me late will kenna charged....so i chiong down in a taxi lorz. Reached there do all the registration stuff, take weight, height, blood pressure. As usual, when i see doctor my blood pressure sure raise until scary one. No choice mah, have fear seeing doctor. After that, i just waited and waited and waited. Until they told me the scan is at 12.30pm. OMG....2h more....wat to do?? First, i was super hungry, so went to queensway hawker to eat. After that went queensway shopping centre to shop around. Shopping alone very boring lorz... but lucky time pass quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart scan was comfortable and relaxing lorz. I just lay down there, so nice to sleep. But the test was irritating. Keep asking me to breathe out and hold it there. Although i can be quite chang qi....but breathing out and holding it there is quite impossible. I was like holding there and my body keep shaking lorz... until i cannot take it and juz let go. They have to use a probe to scan the heart lorz. Whenever they moved the probe, i feel very itchy. haha. Sensitive body, so want to laugh also cannot....so can only ren. They also have to apply some oil gel thing over the chest area. Haha the feeling is like so smooth, wonder is that the feeling when gals wax their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scan lasted for about an hour. People will think i sure go home after that. No Lorz...haha...i good student. Went back to school for boring lesson. Bo bian mah.....very impt lesson. Alrite ppl... Now pray hard for me for the result. Pray that i can get a PES B leh. I am not a chao keng person lorz... cannot take it if i gonna slack like an office clerk lorz. i want to protect Singapore. I luv Singapore lorz.whahahhaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. everything is true...except for the last 2 sentences.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113342319808428549?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113342319808428549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113342319808428549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/11/medical-checkup.html' title='Medical Checkup'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113327410733091935</id><published>2005-11-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:21:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Welcome Speech~~</title><content type='html'>Arlowz Everyone! Welcome to Uncle Weng Kopitiam. You want to call it coffeeshop also can, better still can it cafe la. Anyone from all walks of life can patronise my shop.....does not matter young or old, big or small, chio bus or yandao. Of course you will get to listen to Uncle stories here. Uncle like to nag, complain, talk cock, sometimes X rated stuff, so bare with it la...if not enjoy it lorz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i got more time, maybe i will talk about my recent medical checkup....Haiz... Uncle getting old liao.... body more problem also. So please sympathise me....haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113327410733091935?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113327410733091935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113327410733091935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/11/welcome-speech.html' title='~~Welcome Speech~~'/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-113310479674556173</id><published>2005-11-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:00:14.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uncle Weng Kopitiam Pte Ltd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113310479674556173?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113310479674556173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19356895/posts/default/113310479674556173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retro-uncle.blogspot.com/2005/11/uncle-weng-kopitiam-pte-ltd.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
