<?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-5819732493799780134</id><updated>2011-11-06T02:02:54.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keh's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It's MY LIFE!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-4411114324866651925</id><published>2009-09-29T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:45:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-09-2009 In memory of my beloved father</title><content type='html'>My beloved dad passed away on 20.09.2009. What a day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receieved the call from the police at about 8pm plus. He made some enquiries and broke the news to me. Was toooooooooooo shocked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke news to my mum... She only said "Why? Why like that?". She asked me to call my cousin to arrange for the wake and my uncle to tell them the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down only when I finish calling my uncle and my brother came home from shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-4411114324866651925?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/4411114324866651925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=4411114324866651925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/4411114324866651925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/4411114324866651925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2009/09/20-09-2009-in-memory-of-my-beloved.html' title='20-09-2009 In memory of my beloved father'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-436995673662837931</id><published>2009-08-05T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:36:33.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection After My Contract</title><content type='html'>It has been a year since I started on my contract teaching. There are so many things that had took place. But at least... I have more good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-436995673662837931?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/436995673662837931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=436995673662837931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/436995673662837931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/436995673662837931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflection-after-my-contract.html' title='Reflection After My Contract'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-4818225025311757615</id><published>2009-08-05T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:33:56.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie-The Blind Side</title><content type='html'>I had just watch Entertainment Tonight..... Seems like this new movie is a good one. However... Cannot find the info from the net... Shall wait and see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-4818225025311757615?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/4818225025311757615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=4818225025311757615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/4818225025311757615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/4818225025311757615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-blind-side.html' title='Movie-The Blind Side'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-3177671876973892740</id><published>2009-04-22T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:27:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging after so long</title><content type='html'>Aiyo... It's been like 2 years since I last blogged. So many things had happened.... But no time to write.... Shall start up now.&lt;br /&gt;Will update as many things as possible... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-3177671876973892740?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/3177671876973892740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=3177671876973892740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3177671876973892740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3177671876973892740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-after-so-long.html' title='Blogging after so long'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-3611429041836155591</id><published>2007-05-05T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:34:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: sCaRy!!! iT's AlL cOmInG tRuE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/05/scary-its-all-coming-true.html"&gt;mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: sCaRy!!! iT's AlL cOmInG tRuE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.....  Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My financial adviser just called me up that the investment linked account that I had invested in had made a profit of $900 in less than a month.  Hahaha.... It's all coming true!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-3611429041836155591?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/05/scary-its-all-coming-true.html' title='mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: sCaRy!!! iT&apos;s AlL cOmInG tRuE!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/3611429041836155591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=3611429041836155591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3611429041836155591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3611429041836155591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/05/ms-keh-hate-children-scary-its-all.html' title='mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: sCaRy!!! iT&apos;s AlL cOmInG tRuE!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-6185532921696993269</id><published>2007-05-02T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:29:35.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sCaRy!!! iT's AlL cOmInG tRuE!</title><content type='html'>I was clearing my old email this few days and I happen to come across a friend's email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject: Chinese Horoscope for 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity and to clear my mail, I open it and read mine Chinese Zodiac Sign, the Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The predictions came out quite true for my work life.  I got my promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My romance forecast is also looking good.  But this is still unknown yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, just wanna share!!!  If you want to read it, call let me know then I forward to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-6185532921696993269?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/6185532921696993269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=6185532921696993269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/6185532921696993269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/6185532921696993269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/05/scary-its-all-coming-true.html' title='sCaRy!!! iT&apos;s AlL cOmInG tRuE!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-2869659299654368676</id><published>2007-05-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:06:41.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Late Valentine Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha.  So happy and so touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My friend heard so many complains from me about my mum.  He thought he want to do something good that my mum will be happy about.  He also want to make me "look good" that someone is interested in me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few years back, I sent him some chocolates during the valentine when he was single.  He heard from somewhere that Japan girls will give the boys a gift on Valentine and if the boy is interested in the girl, he will return a present to her one month after the Valentine Day, they called it the White Valentine.  But the thing is that the valentine gift was given to all my close friends.  Ha ha ha... I know he's happy with his new found love and thanks... ... ... But then, I'm really very happy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, he was worried that I am a LESBIAN!!! WHAT THE??? I don't have anyone in mind now doesn't equal to I'm a LESBIAN!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'M NOT A LESBIAN!!!&lt;/span&gt; I have a lot of good girlfriends and I usually hang out with them, but that doesn't mean I'm one!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But isn't it funny if you hang out with guys instead??? People will gossip!!! I tried that already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is I know what I'm doing!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-2869659299654368676?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/2869659299654368676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=2869659299654368676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/2869659299654368676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/2869659299654368676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-late-valentine-gift.html' title='About the Late Valentine Gift'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-3543887091747849816</id><published>2007-04-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:08:24.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! LAUGHING OUT LOUD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;st1:date month="4" day="23" year="2007"&gt;23&lt;sup&gt;rd &lt;/sup&gt;April 2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha!!! All the worries were uncalled for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I GOT A PROMOTION!!!&lt;/span&gt; But it's in November!!! It came a bit fast but I'm just too excited. I thought that I'm going to get scolding from my bosses. But then they want to promote me in November. So for the time being, I'm supposed to learn as many things from my center manager and be able to stand on my own when I manage my own center.  It's assistant center manager.  I'm really excited.... I’ve only been there for 10 months. There are also sad things that I thought about. It has been 10 months and there are feelings towards to children and the place already.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was told not to tell anyone out yet as all things am not finalized. I agreed to it also lah. So I told the colleagues that it about my Malay class and the noise level in the center that’s why the bosses are talking to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;st1:date month="4" day="24" year="2007"&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="4" day="24" year="2007"&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;st1:date month="4" day="24" year="2007"&gt;24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; April 2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One of my colleagues complains to me that why all the opportunities are are given to me and not my other colleague who is in the same post as me. The thing is that I’m not the boss and I’m not in any position to comment on anything. Actually, I think all of us know all the reason but are just too embarrass to say it out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There are incidents where opportunities are given to her but she did not make use of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;28th April 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There are still people who are not happy about my Malay course. You didn't ask, you expect people to know?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My conclusion is that since people do not understand you and they think fully of themselves, then we shall see who has the last laugh!!! Anyway, think I have prove my capabilities to my bosses and they see the result, that's why I can go this far. And I will ignore whatever hurting words people will give or whatever!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO WHAT'S RIGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-3543887091747849816?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/3543887091747849816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=3543887091747849816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3543887091747849816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3543887091747849816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahahahahahaha-laughing-out-lot.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! LAUGHING OUT LOUD!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-3929728299734912061</id><published>2007-04-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:14:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK AND TIRED!!!</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha.  I still can laugh.... But inside my heart, I'm sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that I was told by my manger that from this week onwards, I can't let the kids watch TV lah.    Before he actually say that, I already informed the kids that we are going to have a lot of test papers.  Ha ha ha, the thing is that at least I inform the kids before he says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, he told me that there's audit coming and wants to check the items.  For me, I think the items must be there already and not just wait for the audit check.  So I told him that the things are there and if you need to check, you may go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He say he will go through with me on Friday.  Fine.  But then he said my GM and AGM want to meet me. Huh??? What is going to happen? So worried.  Actually, I quite like the workplace.  Though there are people who makes you irks them, but there are people you like to work with as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had my leave and rest at home.  I was thinking about this period of time working and I think I really like the job.  But then, I'm sick and tired about people pushing the things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, what may come will come!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-3929728299734912061?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/3929728299734912061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=3929728299734912061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3929728299734912061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3929728299734912061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-and-tired.html' title='SICK AND TIRED!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-231832461528943325</id><published>2007-04-19T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:25:39.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: Belated Valentine Gift???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/belated-valentine-gift.html"&gt;mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: Belated Valentine Gift???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Finally cleared the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-231832461528943325?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/belated-valentine-gift.html' title='mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: Belated Valentine Gift???'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/231832461528943325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=231832461528943325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/231832461528943325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/231832461528943325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/ms-keh-hate-children-belated-valentine.html' title='mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: Belated Valentine Gift???'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-7703589268882339045</id><published>2007-04-19T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:29:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: JUST DON'T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-dont-take-me-for-granted.html"&gt;mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: JUST DON'T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that today, Wednesday liao hor.... She still like act blur or act sick.  She just continue marking her before care session students test papers.  I think I'm crappy and cranky and feel like eating crab again.  HOW???!!! The thing is that there should be 2 teachers supervising the kids but why is it becoming one???  I agree that sometimes we do have admin work to do and thus we need to get off for a while to do the stuffs.  But usually for a while only.  There are times when we need to get off the work and take a breather, but then is only a while and the more important thing is the KIDS @ the center!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        @_@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, I better don't talk liao!!! VOMIT BLOOD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-7703589268882339045?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-dont-take-me-for-granted.html' title='mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: JUST DON&apos;T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/7703589268882339045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=7703589268882339045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/7703589268882339045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/7703589268882339045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/ms-keh-hate-children-just-dont-take-me.html' title='mS kEh HaTe ChIlDrEn: JUST DON&apos;T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-2665957993422168012</id><published>2007-04-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:09:20.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST DON'T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!!!</title><content type='html'>aiyo!!! Seems like I never been happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there's a colleague who had diarrhea and was hospitalized.  But before that week, she took Monday &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;urgent &lt;/span&gt;leave and the reason was because her husband wants her to make necessary arrangement for her kids if she's going for the staff training in June.  And she was upset over it.  Just because of that she need a day of urgent leave.  The thing is that on Thursday you are taking leave also.  You know that on Thursday you need to be off, then just because of a small matter, you are running away like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their work and commitment also but seems that the whole center is busy just because of one person and makes me irks her now.   Just because of that, everyone in the center are giving each other a black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the diarrhea thingy come along.  I feel that just because of that, everyone are like  having a grudges against each other.  Everyone has to make shift to make the work going.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LUCKILY&lt;/span&gt;, my bosses also make sacrifices and volunteered to open the center.  It makes  us have more rest and able to work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that now she's back, it's only the first 2 days... I think she's still WEAK and need more rest.  Actually, I got more to say... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;!@#$ $%^&amp;*( ()__+~!&lt;br /&gt;But haizz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JUST DON'T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My mum some more say must give and take; must work in harmony; must close one eye, etc.  But then when we are running out of patience and feel low morale, how to continue to work???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-2665957993422168012?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/2665957993422168012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=2665957993422168012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/2665957993422168012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/2665957993422168012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-dont-take-me-for-granted.html' title='JUST DON&apos;T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-8067820334949509746</id><published>2007-04-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:06:13.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aNgRy oVeR the MaRrIaGe ThiNgY!!!</title><content type='html'>This is to you why I am angry over the marriage thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had actually compared me to my brothers.  Ya, they have girlfriend.  So what?  Things are unpredictable in life.  What will happen in the next minute is still a mystery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the things I know, marriage is the lifetime thing lah.  I'm just unhappy that she's always comparing me with my brothers.  So what I'm closer to my girlfriends.  So what if they are lesbian, gays or whatever!!! I don't care lah!!! I'm just who I am and I am just doing what I feel I should be doing!!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T COMPARE ME WITH MY BROTHERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FEED UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you had actually put some efforts in the relationship and you get nothing, then why do it???  Why make the 2 person's life so miserable????&lt;br /&gt;So I also don't know what to say now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-8067820334949509746?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/8067820334949509746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=8067820334949509746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/8067820334949509746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/8067820334949509746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/04/angry-over-marriage-thiny.html' title='aNgRy oVeR the MaRrIaGe ThiNgY!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-8072258042046170736</id><published>2007-03-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:45:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mArRiAgE??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Just saw Ruthie comments. But I already wanted to vent something here.&lt;br /&gt;My mum hinted again I should get settled down. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO LAME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why get yourself into trouble when you are free from it? To me, marriage is something that is going to tie you down &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR LIFE&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SCARRYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life gets on even if you are single. But when you get someone to settle down, you are bonded for life!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The idea of living with someone you know for some time is horrible. I think there are people who doesn't know what they wanted or who they are till they are old. I think I am not mentally prepare to live that life. I also think that I need more time to understand myself. And for all I know all along, I trusted the wrong people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometime you need someone to talk you when you are sad or down. However, they may not be always there for you. I'm sure there are also times that there are fights and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;. People will get sad after that. There will be a scar then. You may kiss and patch up, however, the scar is always there and one party might just bring it up during the next fight. When that happen, things worsen. So when you are sad, that love one is also angry, hurt and sad. SO WHO SHOULD YOU CONFIDE IN??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER WASH DIRTY LINEN IN PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt;!!! I see many relatives who fought but then they have to swallow it no matter how hard or difficult it is. They can't even confide in the closest kin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The life that some couple lead are also horrible। They may be married in name, but they search for their own partners during weekends or change periodically.  I hate this but I really see a lot of people around me doing this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later part in life, children come along.  If you cannot handle your kids, passer-by will pass sarcastic remarks.  "Aiyo, why the kids behave like that?"  Or "EEE, the kids has no manners"&lt;br /&gt;Life is so horrible.  But if you don't want to have kids, people also comment lah.  "Why they marry for so long liao, no kids huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe some more time later, you grow to dislike each other.  Hate each other.  Detest each other.  Then what are you going to do?  DIVORCE???!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's most of the cases nowadays.  In that case, why get married in the first place?  The thing is that if divorce is the conclusion, why get yourself into all the trouble then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ponder some questions like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is marriage &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sharing of financial burden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is marriage for life?&lt;br /&gt;3. Is it just to make others happy?&lt;br /&gt;4. We live for ourselves and not others, why should we care what others are thinking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MY CONCLUSION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NOT GETTING MARRIED UNTIL I FOUND THAT PERSON WHO CAN DO THE ABOVE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-8072258042046170736?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/8072258042046170736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=8072258042046170736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/8072258042046170736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/8072258042046170736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/marriage.html' title='mArRiAgE??????'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-5075711067854941246</id><published>2007-03-25T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:51:28.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary 001</title><content type='html'>It has been a few months since I started this blog.  I thought that I would not have any time to update the blog.  But then I seems like I'm quite happy to share my experience here.  I don't care if I do hurt some people, but I think this is COOL and destressing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do continue to look out for my new posts in this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-5075711067854941246?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/5075711067854941246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=5075711067854941246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/5075711067854941246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/5075711067854941246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/summary-001.html' title='Summary 001'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-144802501964494286</id><published>2007-03-24T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:23:04.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA!!! WORK AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a chat with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AGM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;। We were talking about my career path.  Later, we were discussing about the people and the environment I work in.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my heart, I think my boss is really the type of boss whom I'm like to work with and can command respect from me. The working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; wise, of course, there will people who hate you and people who love you.  Overall, the working experience here is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOSS:&lt;br /&gt;A fun loving guy. When it's work, he means business and wanted things to be done. When it's time to relax, he will also go for it. After work, he really treats everyone like a friend. I think he's the type of boss that most of us are looking out for. At least, he's the boss that I look out for.&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing about him is that he is usually the Mr Nice Guy, some people do not take him seriously. And there are times that people are bargaining with him.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I can see him really getting more serious and firm on his ground and people will draw the line clearly.&lt;br /&gt;So "LAO BAN" (Boss), please keep it up and hope our centre can get more sales. But you don't bully me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... (LATER MISS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BOXED YOU THEN YOU KNOW!!!) ^.^ Must give me pay raise ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEAGUES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are always people who you love. They will help you to get the simplest task done and help you through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; times. They are usually funny and can be flexible in the way things are being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are always people who you will look for when you are happy or even sad. They are there for you to lend you a listening ears and they are there to make you laugh and cry. (Confused? LATER MISS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BOXED YOU THEN YOU KNOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!) ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are always people who you seek advise in work or personal life. They are there to teach and guide you. They will recommend you the latest job updates and trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are also people who are there to MAKE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR LIFE UPSIDE DOWN&lt;/span&gt;!!! I think for this area, I better "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SHALUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!" or people want to kill me soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are always people who will share their trouble, worries and view from you.  I think everyone of us need a listening ears from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are some updates on the people whom I work with... So &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MUST BE TOUGH AND FIRM ON MY STAND!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-144802501964494286?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/144802501964494286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=144802501964494286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/144802501964494286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/144802501964494286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha-work-again_24.html' title='HAHA!!! WORK AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-7725115888169687837</id><published>2007-03-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:46:10.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AIYA&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DAMM&lt;/span&gt; IT!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Apologises for the rudeness) But I'm REALLY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was in Dec last year. A parent came to our centre and said she wants to enrol her 2 kids in the tuition program. So fine enough that she register and her kids start tuition in Jan. Then the kid has a low self esteem. So I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, if the kid really got problem, we can help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;. Why not just go some extra mile for some customer. That's customer service!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think this went on for a 2 Saturday afternoon when there are little or few kids. I think then the 1st time, I got complains from my OWN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;COLLEAGUES&lt;/span&gt;. They ask why is this kid here, she's not in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SCC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;. But then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aiyo&lt;/span&gt;, cannot go a bit further for a customer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;??? Then complain complain complain!!!! SIANZZZZ!!! ANGRY AND DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!!!  But luckily, the tutor in charge, Mariana, also doing the same practise as she also feel that this is customer service.  Usually she will also consult me if I can help her guide the student.  For me, I think it's a good practice for me as the student is at least seeking help from me.  While my own SCC kids will sometimes ignoreme also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the mum came and enquiry about classes for her neighbour.   The boss just comment lah. But then the one who made the complain actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRAISE&lt;/span&gt; herself in front of the boss. She the one who complain and now she taking all the credits herself.  So selfish.  It was so fustrating.  So sad.  This person always make people angry leh.  How to tell her in a way which we do not hurt her feelings huh?  Maybe at times she does not realise it.  But her words sometime will HURT others!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are that person whom I'm refering to, I hope you can understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-7725115888169687837?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/7725115888169687837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=7725115888169687837&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/7725115888169687837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/7725115888169687837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/angry-angry-angry.html' title='ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-2389665085592416398</id><published>2007-03-21T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T02:23:48.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My work life</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 9 months since I joined this new company.  I think I had job hopped too much till people will ask me: " You still with the current company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had actually enjoyed my stay with the company.  I felt a great sense of belonging there.  So far, of course there are ups and downs.  There are some complains about me from parents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt;.  There are also some conflicts and misunderstandings as well.  However, the working environment and the relationship with the kids has a great leap. I think the kids had known me better through these period and they had also get used to my way.  Crazy, funny, fierce and strict Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had attended a few of the company events since I joined.  The first was the customer service training before I joined.  Then the Teachers' Day Dinner in September.  In November we had the family day, Viva La Familia and the K2 Graduation. December we had a Christmas cum New Year Party.  On 17th March, we had the bowling tournament.  Hehe, our centre won the first prize.  Actually, the company is not bad.  They provide transport for most of the events that was held. &lt;br /&gt;We had all the fun when we are out from the centre.  We'll see a different person in office and in the event held.  I think this is environment that I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those friend who cares about me, this is my current state of mind lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-2389665085592416398?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/2389665085592416398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=2389665085592416398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/2389665085592416398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/2389665085592416398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-work-life.html' title='My work life'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-5795324429295109172</id><published>2007-03-20T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:39:30.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Sad sad sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the practising for the bowling, all my efforts are in vain.  I thought I would score well in the bowling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; but turn out (SO SAD) so low result.  I think bowling had been one of the activity that I have more confident in (other than volleyball and badminton).  But I guess that if I have more expectations, I will lose out more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my centre had won the first prize, I still feel bad about the whole incident.  I had never got such a low score before.  Is it that stress in me?  Or is it that bad incident is getting more in me?  Or am I just too over confident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keh&lt;/span&gt; ah... You very troublesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.  How???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-5795324429295109172?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/5795324429295109172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=5795324429295109172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/5795324429295109172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/5795324429295109172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-914686220845568523</id><published>2007-03-20T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:32:17.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCCER BALL</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel that I'm a soccer ball being kicked around like nobody's business.  People tell me go east, I need to do so.  People tell me to go north, I must go also.  Only people tell me to die, I ask them to shut up.  Sianz!!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;*()_++=-!@~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ah!!! Ah Keh also human leh.  Please think about my feelings ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYOYO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@!@~@$$%%^&amp;^&amp;amp;*(())&lt;br /&gt;All I think are all the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" language!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-914686220845568523?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/914686220845568523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=914686220845568523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/914686220845568523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/914686220845568523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/soccer-ball.html' title='SOCCER BALL'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-7427333947608623439</id><published>2007-03-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:33:39.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay POSITIVE at work!!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe.... I have been telling myself to stay positive at work. Who knows there are too many incidents to make me sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along there will be always a colleague who always likes to do the thing last minute. From young, we were taught to do things ahead of the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;But this person is always doing last minute thing. Other colleagues and I will have to help this person to do their part last minute. And thus we will be way behind our deadline. Just that I really don't like the idea that someone’s' work is being pushed to you and you get all the blame when the things are not submit on time. Worse, if that person blame you for not having their idea in the things submitted. Aiyo. Sometimes very difficult to tell them directly. You have to care about their feelings lah, this and that also. But then thinking back, does that person cares about feelings of others. Here, I know I have to be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nasty and upfront.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when people only takes care of their own group. When people of their own group comes, they will take &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EXTRA CARE&lt;/span&gt;!!! But to me, all are the same mah.&lt;br /&gt;True enough there are people who are a bit long-winded, complaining and not easy to handle. However, we are still doing business and we have to look at things at a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bigger picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the feedback and positively and see it as a challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Go for the extra mile sometimes will let your customer happy and grateful. It's all the mindset that all should have. There are 2 faces, head and tail, on a coin. It will always come back to the face value irregardless of what happened. It's the money that will come back to us.&lt;br /&gt;However, if you mishandle the situation, the coin will start to look for a new master. I.E. THEY &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WILL GO TO OUR COMPETITORS!!!&lt;/span&gt; Just put ourselves in the customers' shoes and you will find that you would want the same thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THREE!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit sensitive....... So I will not say too much. Well, it's just the same customer service that we should have. Here, we were taught to accept and respect people who are different from you. We must be open-minded and look things at a bigger picture. We can just make small changes to accommodate to all people. We don't have to get angry over small things that makes the relationship sours and lose customers. Why not we just look at the big picture and make everyone happy. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in current job... I still remember that the other time when we brought the kids for excursion. I remember telling all my colleagues that we have to stick to the timing as we only had a short time going around. This colleague was so accommodating that almost every stop all of us have to wait. The colleagues from other centre were then all pulling long face and was quite upset that they might have to missed some stops. However, we have to make last minute changes and carry on with the slower group. All other groups were quite happy and the kids bragged about how much they had covered, the slower groups were a bit disappointed. I think sometimes when the kids complained to you, they are comparing already. Just hope that we really do as planned and plan what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think after all these long long story, I still have to stay positive!!! AIYA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-7427333947608623439?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/7427333947608623439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=7427333947608623439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/7427333947608623439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/7427333947608623439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/stay-positive-at-work.html' title='Stay POSITIVE at work!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-6417224421660108981</id><published>2007-03-16T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:45:40.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Valentine Gift???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, I received a VALENTINE DAY chocolate and flower on 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March. But it has been exactly 1 month late. Or I got memory loss?&lt;br /&gt;The card wrote:&lt;br /&gt;" HAPPY VALENTINE DAY&lt;br /&gt;(undersigned-Not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; the person, so don't mention names)&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2007 "&lt;br /&gt;A bit shocking. Is Valentine celebrated on February or March? If I'm not wrong, Valentine is celebrated on 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; February &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. People got so confused easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;... .... .... I'm flattered, but the date wrong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;... ... So please set your alarm if you know you are forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ate the chocolate, planted the flower and returned the card to the person so that the person will send the chocolate and flowers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; next year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... ... ... I also received another box of chocolate from my centre. Sure need more exercise now .... . . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-6417224421660108981?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/6417224421660108981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=6417224421660108981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/6417224421660108981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/6417224421660108981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/belated-valentine-gift.html' title='Belated Valentine Gift???'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-4593650317480960433</id><published>2007-03-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:56:24.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids going siao already</title><content type='html'>My kids at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SCC&lt;/span&gt; has been doing work since day 1 of school. I think they are all going "GAGA" already. They are all fed up with their school work and work at the centre. I think I'm also bad that I also bring them out for outdoor at times. I have been giving them crossword puzzles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;word search&lt;/span&gt; and playing games as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; want people from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SCC&lt;/span&gt; to give inputs to the kids curiculum to make them occupied and less hyper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-4593650317480960433?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/4593650317480960433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=4593650317480960433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/4593650317480960433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/4593650317480960433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/03/kids-going-siao-already.html' title='Kids going siao already'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-3130834142341702668</id><published>2007-02-09T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:01:28.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never started... ... ... It's over!!!</title><content type='html'>It was in year 1998. I was sad that I had failed 3 papers for my poly year 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; 1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt; so down and sad... No one to talk to... think my friends will laugh their heads off... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to play bowling at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; Big Mac (I think so. Now it's the party world) ALONE!!! My god, for the first few times I actually went to do these thing alone. Then these people, Annie, Charlie, Jeffery, Lucas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meraline&lt;/span&gt;, came up to me and ask me if I want to join them for the bowl. For Annie and Charlie, they are an item. Lucas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meraline&lt;/span&gt; are in courtship stage. Jeffery was in lonely stage (that time he just broke up with his girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;)... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt; so of cos, I was paired up with him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. After a while, we get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are 3 years my senior, they had graduate from poly then. Charlie, Lucas and Jeffery were awaiting for enlistment of NS. They were all good friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the game, they ask about me. I shared with them my failures and as "SENIORS" they shared their experience with me and give me the encouragements. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... Was feeling better after that and then we went for dinner together. After which we exchanged numbers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. At that time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hand phone&lt;/span&gt; was just the "in" thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend they ask me out. But I told them that I had to retake my exam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered that I had to take Statistics, Marketing and Economics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;, Annie offered to help me out to revised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. Never expected that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Was only friends for few days and they are willing to help me. So we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; Mac and she help me revise.&lt;br /&gt;The good news was that I managed to cleared 2 out of the 3 papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the papers, they still ask me out. We soon become good friends and share a lot of experience and fun. They also share the unhappy times with me.&lt;br /&gt;The guys went into NS and the ladies start work. We still meet on weekends and sometimes weekdays with the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as times goes by... We met often and look like our friendship grow stronger and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alway&lt;/span&gt; share our experience with each other. Life was peaceful and nice at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I was left with Jeffery and the couples always lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt;.... Sad sad sad... ... ... I never experience love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;. So Jeffery will always says all the craps and stuffs. Blah blah blah... By 3rd year, they finish their NS&lt;br /&gt;I manage to finish my poly years in 4 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I started to work, we manage to meet often as well. I think I job hopped often cos I cannot blend into their culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; job, in 2003 ... .... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Malaysian owned company in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Senoko&lt;/span&gt;... And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;alway&lt;/span&gt; stay back late... So must always called cab. But then the taxi on call not so on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; at that time. So I complained to they and tell them that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; to get a cab at my workplace then and I would walk out to the main road alone, which they feel not safe. So Mr Jeffery, who also just move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yishun&lt;/span&gt; will call me sometimes to ask if I need a ride from him. Or he will make me call him when I cannot make it home early. I very thin skinned so I don't call him unnecessarily. However, I think that by not calling him had instead make him making a trip purposely to just see if I had gone home. As times goes by, I begin to like him... We are human beings and we have feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as times goes by, the feeling is stronger and I thought that he would never like me as he did not have a girlfriend since he broke up. I was told also that he still likes his ex a lot. So why do something that you have no confidence about. People call that low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the later part, I decide to quit the job also trying to stop the inconvenience and some principles issues in the job. Frankly, it's also a way to stop or rather lessen the chance of meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do meet, but not that often. Annie and Charlie were then married. Lucas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Meraline&lt;/span&gt; still in courtship. Jeffery still single.&lt;br /&gt;But then... Things does not always happened as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd job... ... In Oct 2003&lt;br /&gt;I have this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;KPO&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt;, always trying to match make people. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;alway&lt;/span&gt; try to escape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. It's near the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Macpherson&lt;/span&gt;. Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; also. But then I move to my grandma's place already. At that time, I only went home once a week. So only on Friday, I will go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But coming back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt;, she tried to introduce many guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. For me, I think I would prefer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the guys myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. So I always make excuses to escape.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was staying at Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Mah's&lt;/span&gt; place, I only managed to meet my group of friends once every fortnight. So these big brothers and sisters will still ask me about the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I would just complain to them about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There was once the match making becomes too serious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;aggresive&lt;/span&gt; that I called Annie for help. She then called Jeffery to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;rescues&lt;/span&gt; me. He was waiting outside at the restaurant while I had dinner with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; and friends. When we are out, he just come over and held my hand. Was too shocked at that time. So happy..., so excited..., so '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ganjong&lt;/span&gt;'..., so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;paisay&lt;/span&gt; and all mixed feelings just came about at that time. So I bid farewell to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; and friends and went off with him in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... So happy at that time. But inside his car, he made me call Annie and she in turn scold me for always giving in to people. He kept quiet throughout the journey and brought me to my void deck and told me off. He made some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; remarks about me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;DESPERATE&lt;/span&gt;" of getting guys. However, that wasn't the case and he sound as though he's insulting me. So I felt wronged and just went back home angrily.&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, we did not talked for a long time. However, there's 1 thing I was sure at that time. I really liked him at that time and was hurting that he did not understand me that well. It went on for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he made the 1st move to apologise during my birthday. He had arrange a gathering and had a celebration with the friends during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Something happened. We were all quite drunk already at that time. We were all taking turns to share about our future. I was actually lost and doesn't feel comfortable. I started crying and was unable to talk as I don't know how my future will be like. Then Annie and Jeffery were comforting me then. I felt I was the loser then. Jeffery was very gentle then. He said something and I vividly heard that something though I was a bit drunk. He said that if there's no one to marry me, then he will look after me and marry me when I'm 30. That's 7 years from then. However, I wished I did not take it to heart then. Otherwise I would not be so unhappy today.&lt;br /&gt;During the following year, we met up often but did not breathe a word about that night. I could have mistook his words or we were all too drunk to take it seriously. In that year, we went out as normal and finally, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to Australia to further studies. We still kept in touch but have gradually distant ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last I heard was Annie and Charlie have a daughter. Lucas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Meraline&lt;/span&gt; are also getting married soon. Jeffery... he met his fiancee in Australia and he asked all of us to give him our blessings... I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; congrats him and will learn to put my feelings for him aside.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, life still continue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I'm OK!!! Don't worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.  But it has never started and it's over!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-3130834142341702668?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/3130834142341702668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=3130834142341702668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3130834142341702668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3130834142341702668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-started-its-over.html' title='Never started... ... ... It&apos;s over!!!'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-3654910882515707612</id><published>2007-01-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:42:32.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller coaster of 2 days life......</title><content type='html'>Aiyo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days of ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad shared stories with me... I realise that people around me are so scary. People whom I thought I can always relied on are actually people whom I cannot trust. Relatives whom I thought were nice are actually hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are alway times when you are in deep trouble and there are people who are ready to help you. The help is not much but still, the thoughts counts. The moral support there have already help me win 65% of the battle. Be brave and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really thank to those people who were with me when I'm down. I hope I'm not causing too much inconvenience to you. But people, thanks a lot to you!!! Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brother David... Hehe...paisay to bother you first... Huiling, thanks for the support.... And not to forget Kak Ain and Miss Nurul... who were there first hand.... MUACKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-3654910882515707612?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/3654910882515707612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=3654910882515707612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3654910882515707612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/3654910882515707612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/01/roller-coaster-of-2-days-life.html' title='Roller coaster of 2 days life......'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732493799780134.post-5260728872984849668</id><published>2007-01-19T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:25:43.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>Aiyo!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally Ms AH-TAN made me sign up a blog. So I'll start using lah. Anyway, it's MsKehHateChildren. Hehe, Funny name, but I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people use blog to complain, I will do it also lah. I will use it to do it like a diary and stuffs which I want people to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732493799780134-5260728872984849668?l=kweisze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/feeds/5260728872984849668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5819732493799780134&amp;postID=5260728872984849668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/5260728872984849668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732493799780134/posts/default/5260728872984849668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kweisze.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>Keh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557145333865168193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ccxRnI8Nyc/Se8zY7JX-QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QS3J2mVVyB4/S220/s595206753_524045_9992.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
