<?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-2972919412274905552</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:14:41.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Way Road</title><subtitle type='html'>God allows U-turns</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3006279450552420034</id><published>2011-11-15T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:59:25.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Hamy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...she passed away one month ago...will always be remembered and loved by S&amp;amp;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675143999001151762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3VAF0iUPnw/TsIpZh2nSRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Rb1ld7Fo74k/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3006279450552420034?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3006279450552420034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3006279450552420034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3006279450552420034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3006279450552420034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-loving-memory-of-hamy.html' title='In loving memory of Hamy...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3VAF0iUPnw/TsIpZh2nSRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Rb1ld7Fo74k/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-7767472383928582994</id><published>2011-06-26T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:33:04.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish things could be different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-7767472383928582994?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7767472383928582994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=7767472383928582994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7767472383928582994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7767472383928582994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4319050634690827227</id><published>2011-05-04T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:44:37.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mean to be vulgour, but I find this very funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602763308275766290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3xJYt31Uos/TcEDi05elBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DLZ2nu0AGzE/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4319050634690827227?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4319050634690827227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4319050634690827227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4319050634690827227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4319050634690827227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-mean-to-be-vulgour-but-i-find-this.html' title='Don&apos;t mean to be vulgour, but I find this very funny...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3xJYt31Uos/TcEDi05elBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DLZ2nu0AGzE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-97344226180362795</id><published>2011-01-20T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:06:43.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/TTgzWdHThVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K2oKAcJloDI/s1600/JS%2BNovelty%2BLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564253800481654098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/TTgzWdHThVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K2oKAcJloDI/s400/JS%2BNovelty%2BLogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-97344226180362795?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/97344226180362795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=97344226180362795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/97344226180362795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/97344226180362795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/TTgzWdHThVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K2oKAcJloDI/s72-c/JS%2BNovelty%2BLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-6450888931496202821</id><published>2010-10-25T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:09:35.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I realize you don't need to own everything, you just need &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o live in the same home with the One who created everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-6450888931496202821?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6450888931496202821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=6450888931496202821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6450888931496202821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6450888931496202821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-so-long.html' title='After so long...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2950344168900177874</id><published>2010-01-12T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:56:08.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamy can stand up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/S0xxOnUa5yI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iTM8mVSk6kY/s1600-h/IMAG0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425836146961344290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/S0xxOnUa5yI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iTM8mVSk6kY/s200/IMAG0219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/S0xxFG7aE0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3ZzNr9CZI-Y/s1600-h/IMAG0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425835983647675202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/S0xxFG7aE0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3ZzNr9CZI-Y/s200/IMAG0218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2950344168900177874?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2950344168900177874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2950344168900177874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2950344168900177874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2950344168900177874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/hamy-can-stand.html' title='Hamy can stand up'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/S0xxOnUa5yI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iTM8mVSk6kY/s72-c/IMAG0219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-62858585377840009</id><published>2010-01-08T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:13:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm  pretty sure if the verdict turned out the other way, we would still be sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-62858585377840009?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/62858585377840009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=62858585377840009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/62858585377840009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/62858585377840009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/sanity-please.html' title='Sanity please'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-8034571968498242527</id><published>2009-12-08T17:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:32:32.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to Hamy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SyEibjaDuPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r13E2msACBo/s1600-h/069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413646083832396018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SyEibjaDuPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r13E2msACBo/s200/069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We brought Hamy home from a pet shop near our place two days ago - bought him a cage, wood shavings, alfalfa hay, drink bottle and yummy pellets. Hamy's still scared of us when we try to touch it in the cage and freezes like a statue whenever we take it out of the cage. It was scratching itself quite a bit so we took it to see a vet this morning. It was extrememly active in the car and jumped out of the box into the plastic bag. Lucky me I decided to put the box in a plastic bag instead of carrying the box. The vet gave it an injection because Hamy has mites =( - needs another two more injections every seven days. The vet says it is probably three weeks to a month old, could be a male and weighs 200g. We have removed the wood shavings from the cage as it not helpful in eliminating the mites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope Hamy gets well soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-8034571968498242527?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8034571968498242527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=8034571968498242527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8034571968498242527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8034571968498242527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-hello-to-hamy.html' title='Say hello to Hamy'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SyEibjaDuPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r13E2msACBo/s72-c/069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5590771459996668074</id><published>2009-11-30T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:45:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone tell me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...where I can find a guinea pig that looks like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G-Force_(film)"&gt;Darwin&lt;/a&gt;? I'd like to own one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409824045178472258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SxOOTn46x0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/YL_hsVHKj-4/s320/g-force_806x453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I always thought the cute furry animals in G-Force were hamsters. I even thought of the name for it - Hamy. After &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_difference_between_a_guinea_pig_and_a_hamster"&gt;googling the difference between guinea pigs and hamsters&lt;/a&gt;, I would still prefer a guinea pig. But the problem is, after reading &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Does_a_hamster_or_guinea_pig_make_a_better_pet_for_a_9-year-old"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I need to get them in pairs. Dop!&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/2972919412274905552-5590771459996668074?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5590771459996668074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5590771459996668074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5590771459996668074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5590771459996668074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-anyone-tell-me.html' title='Can anyone tell me...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SxOOTn46x0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/YL_hsVHKj-4/s72-c/g-force_806x453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4863661343540818559</id><published>2009-10-06T23:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:22:11.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On Sunday morning itself at 2am, S attempted to book tickets to the Proton Malaysia Open. We wanted the silver tickets but it was sold out. So we decided to get the tickets at the stadium itself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389519821533062930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SstruQhnpxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VESPb2Eit_4/s200/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We were so lucky when a couple approached us if we wanted tickets and they will silver! First row somemore. And we didn't have to pay the extra 10 bucks to book online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Freebie fan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389519673723305426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sstrlp5BvdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5glD6UTTaNU/s200/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tecnifibre dampener... love the triangle shape... fits my Fischer well... can't get it in Malaysia... worth the 10 bucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389519512478600194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SstrcRNSzAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1iMKr_OXqAM/s200/005.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Used balls for 10 bucks a can... what a bargain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389519292474051250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SstrPdoHyrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/keTHpCM1wTw/s200/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Congrats Davydenko... you can certainly fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389522635506068674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SstuSDZELMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0-hhQQoEK1c/s400/042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4863661343540818559?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4863661343540818559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4863661343540818559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4863661343540818559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4863661343540818559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/finale.html' title='The finale'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SstruQhnpxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VESPb2Eit_4/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-197736672640625962</id><published>2009-10-02T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:55:31.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride to eat or eat to ride?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our first route out from the housing area. Follow the orange dots from A to B. Went to KFC in Kota Damansara to get supper. About 5 km in 1hr 30 mins. Haha i know it's slow. The walk way was not bike friendly - high curbs at junctions. Had to keep getting off and on. I'll try to stay on the road next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388005953035841266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SsYK3g5kLvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Wff6UhAQoJA/s400/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-197736672640625962?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/197736672640625962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=197736672640625962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/197736672640625962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/197736672640625962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/ride-to-eat-or-eat-to-ride.html' title='Ride to eat or eat to ride?'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SsYK3g5kLvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Wff6UhAQoJA/s72-c/Untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4186074676001285102</id><published>2009-09-27T22:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:02:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proton Malaysian Open, Kuala Lumpur 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There was a free admission for the first two days of the tournament. We thought it would be packed because it's free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But... one side of the centre court was completely empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386158364815578610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sr96fubU1fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NJPADh1fA1k/s320/055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And... it wasn't as interesting as watching tennis on tv... if you see the scores on the &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/articles/20090926180639/Article/index_html"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; you'll understand why... after watching a set of Rohan Bopanna of India beating Balakrishnan Kanagarai 6-2, we moved to court 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The match between Si Yew Ming and Mariusz Fyrstenberg was much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386158126144952482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sr96R1T0GKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wji1HAU0hvM/s320/057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After a set, we moved back to centre court again... Michael Yani vs Stephen Huss...&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://www.tennisbetsite.com/head-to-head/michael-yani-vs-stephen-huss.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;more interesting to watch westerners play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386157879031679186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sr96DcvayNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x3b0FrIb5eY/s320/058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But we left shortly... the previous sets we watched were like sleeping pills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Did I mention the courts were fully air-conditioned? Hehe at least something...&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/2972919412274905552-4186074676001285102?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4186074676001285102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4186074676001285102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4186074676001285102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4186074676001285102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/proton-malaysian-open.html' title='Proton Malaysian Open, Kuala Lumpur 2009'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sr96fubU1fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NJPADh1fA1k/s72-c/055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-6945388461259506271</id><published>2009-09-25T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:08:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SrzAUQJPMXI/AAAAAAAAATs/SPvSc_ASkcw/s1600-h/IMAGE_048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385390708591898994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SrzAUQJPMXI/AAAAAAAAATs/SPvSc_ASkcw/s200/IMAGE_048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will write more when I ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-6945388461259506271?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6945388461259506271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=6945388461259506271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6945388461259506271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6945388461259506271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-bike.html' title='My first bike'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SrzAUQJPMXI/AAAAAAAAATs/SPvSc_ASkcw/s72-c/IMAGE_048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2515236149537829813</id><published>2009-09-25T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:56:24.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friend" Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S took me to lunch the whole week. Now I don't mind him calling me friend do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2515236149537829813?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2515236149537829813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2515236149537829813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2515236149537829813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2515236149537829813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/friend-part-ii.html' title='&quot;Friend&quot; Part II'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-6478438042619089384</id><published>2009-09-16T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:58:00.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friend" Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;During lunch today S receives a phonecall and somewhere in the middle of the conversation this came out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: I'm having lunch with "somebody".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was cool having S call me "somebody".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After the phonecall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: Can you help me email something out when you're in office? There's something wrong with the internet in my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S passes me a thumbdrive. And his phone rings again. From the same person. And somewhere in the middle of the conversation this came out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: No problem I can meet you later. I already got my "friend" to help me with something I needed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Did you just call me your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I gave S back his thumbdrive and told him to ask his "friend" to help him not without a mad and raised sarcastic tone. The rest is history, even his explanation is. The damage is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-6478438042619089384?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6478438042619089384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=6478438042619089384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6478438042619089384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6478438042619089384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/friend-part-i.html' title='&quot;Friend&quot; Part I'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3453886096899792776</id><published>2009-09-15T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:17:32.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluetooth fixed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday, I have finally resorted to reformatting and reinstalling my laptop to its original factory settings to fix my bluetooth. And thankfully it worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And today S wants to reformat his too. This is an example of monkey see, monkey do. He's going to kill me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381664997010424722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq-DzS71w5I/AAAAAAAAATU/d47eXfUVAeg/s200/monkey+with+laptop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3453886096899792776?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3453886096899792776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3453886096899792776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3453886096899792776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3453886096899792776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/bluetooth-fixed.html' title='Bluetooth fixed!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq-DzS71w5I/AAAAAAAAATU/d47eXfUVAeg/s72-c/monkey+with+laptop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-9097606347555352161</id><published>2009-09-14T15:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:53:24.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've always had an on off craving to get a Macbook although I'm not much of an IT savvy person. Last year when I had the craving, I somehow settled for a white Dell Inspiron. I know...I know...you're going to call me a Mac wannabe. Yes I even got a Crumpler Laptop bag meant for a Mac. But I couldn't justify myself to get a Mac when the only thing I do with it is probably just to play dota and my weather-inspired blogging. And did I mention the price difference was 1k! Although I do regret a bit now that I'm having problems on getting my bluetooth to work properly for a few months now. Anyway, to satisfy my craving, I got myself a USB Mighty Mouse (my second Apple item to my Ipod Shuffle which I now can't remember where I've placed it) to replace my old squeeny mouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My old mouse which I maneuvered on my laptop since it's so tiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351375666136562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq5mkIYjxfI/AAAAAAAAATE/uKE_FYt4VYo/s200/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My new mouse with a new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351470075467458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq5mpoFf1sI/AAAAAAAAATM/as-Ak9YCLC4/s200/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I keep reminding myself I can't get a new laptop until the year 2011. So I'll 'just keep using, just keep using, just keep using', just like how Dory reminds herself in Finding Nemo to 'just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming'. Cos then I can claim for my tax rebate. And make sure my Dell's made full used of. So do you have any craving? And how do you overcome it? Or do you satisfy it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-9097606347555352161?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9097606347555352161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=9097606347555352161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9097606347555352161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9097606347555352161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/white-craving.html' title='White craving'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq5mkIYjxfI/AAAAAAAAATE/uKE_FYt4VYo/s72-c/014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4198309982290362938</id><published>2009-09-14T01:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:35:50.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see what I see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never seen so many sandwiches made at a time in a Subway here. Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381006657875110386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0tC6ioafI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Zkq3L0qx8vw/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4198309982290362938?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4198309982290362938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4198309982290362938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4198309982290362938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4198309982290362938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-see-what-i-see.html' title='Do you see what I see?'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0tC6ioafI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Zkq3L0qx8vw/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-364039130630338356</id><published>2009-09-14T01:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:26:57.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holding hands can be a delightful thing to do with your partner when you're strolling along the park, doing window shopping, listening to  a boring lecture etc. But certainly not in the car when you're trying to doze off if your partner has muscle twitches! For some reason, S always falls asleep faster than I do and when I'm in a dreamy state I suddenly feel a jerk in my left hand. It's a muscle twitch from S' right hand! Seeing him sleeping peacefully I didn't move my hand away but instead I took a picture of our hands or rather only his hand. =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381000007711490498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0m_0wEgcI/AAAAAAAAASc/a6NWxL17vkM/s200/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-364039130630338356?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/364039130630338356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=364039130630338356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/364039130630338356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/364039130630338356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/twitched.html' title='Twitched'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0m_0wEgcI/AAAAAAAAASc/a6NWxL17vkM/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3867974996210551167</id><published>2009-09-14T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:00:27.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porky food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you really love to eat dead and cooked pigs or piglets you cannot miss &lt;a href="http://www.elcerdokl.com/"&gt;Elcerdo&lt;/a&gt;. They really shouldn't have made the menu cover this way. The piggies are just too cute to be eaten now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380988431676790418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0ceAqU1pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6gOzqA1ZH9E/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Complimentary asparagus and bacon bits soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380989187837234146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0dKBlBi-I/AAAAAAAAASE/tL7Ec7b7RyE/s320/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't take pictures of cooked slaughtered pigs on our plates but I got you photos of live pigs on the walls. Can you imagine how piggy this place must look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380990970141778002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0exxLioFI/AAAAAAAAASM/36P9fUdLDpI/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's even a piggy version of a Mona Lisa "por-trait" on your way in. I didn't take a picture of it as I think it might upset Leonardo da Vinci if he saw it here. Is this place perhaps the most famous "pork-treat" in the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/2972919412274905552-3867974996210551167?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3867974996210551167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3867974996210551167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3867974996210551167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3867974996210551167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/porky-food.html' title='Porky food'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sq0ceAqU1pI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6gOzqA1ZH9E/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-9111399937280099825</id><published>2009-09-10T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:08:17.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm happy because I'm on leave tomorrow! I'm taking a day off to spend time with my mom before she goes off to Singapore on Saturday for two months. The reason I have time to put my happiness in writing is because I am at work and the system is down! What a gift for me before I go on my one day break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some reasons why I like my job. Not love ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. I have no paperwork at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. I get to watch my tv  series during my breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. I have flexible lunch break. It's good for people like me who seldom take breakfast to grab an early lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. So far I have nothing against my boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. It pays all my medical bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Having said all the above, I still hope I'll be a tai tai soon!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By the way, the system is still down and I have work to finish. Not a gift after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-9111399937280099825?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9111399937280099825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=9111399937280099825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9111399937280099825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9111399937280099825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s a Thursday!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-96554737514014056</id><published>2009-09-07T17:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:58:40.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks or money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the way to work after lunch today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: You know now girls go for money instead of looks already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: What do you mean now? I thought girls always go for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: No, now you see so many pretty girls with bald man and they don't care about the looks. Especially in Singapore. So shallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Huh?????? Caring about the looks is shallow too and even much more shallow than money. At least money gets you the necessities in life. You need money to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S' usual final reply is silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was the spur of the moment that those words came out. And now I'm wondering where did the 'heart' part go. It is not about looks or money but who we are inside. Looks or money isn't going to take us throughto the end. Think of it. How many times have we changed our favourite actor or actress since young. No matter how good a face looks we get bored because we are called human. We need something deeper. Something new we discover about our partner each day we interact with them and if it just gets better, it's time to settle down. What we know now of ourselves and others are just the tip of the iceberg. There's so much more and that is what will get us excited a whole lifetime together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In conclusion, I am biased that money is a tad more important than looks but money with no looks is a no no and looks with no money is not a yes either. Did I confuse you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-96554737514014056?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/96554737514014056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=96554737514014056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/96554737514014056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/96554737514014056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/looks-or-money_07.html' title='Looks or money'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2717965421307170408</id><published>2009-09-03T23:40:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:04:55.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Crew Retreat 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We arrived at Hotel Grand Kampar on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377267422960115106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_kOy_RXaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UiEjy_qTYxs/s400/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377268051412721026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_kzYKDHYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m8SneDnqME4/s400/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377267735575313810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_kg_kivZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jWQzyBNxXCA/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The view from our room...is actually not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377268544995904370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_lQG5cy3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jn1JZlb18Ds/s400/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I couldn't believe the hotel had a wedding-like course dinner. But only 7 course instead of our 9 course dinners in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377268694854756994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_lY1KlaoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DqbHvB6CEd4/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looking out from inside &lt;a href="http://www.guatempurung.com/"&gt;Gua Tempurung&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377466868168408546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SqCZoCScPeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jNFLBwQr9ks/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have no idea what this is but it is not gold, just lights shining on this particular spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377268870352683410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_ljC8jQZI/AAAAAAAAARM/gtzaZleOVXk/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We didn't go very far as we only took Tour 2. So this is it. My advice would be please take Tour 4 to make up your journey's worth. Even the grannys could do the same tour as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377268936320909922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_lm4smgmI/AAAAAAAAARU/HHVVgvjadI4/s400/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The bridge in Waterfall Lata Kinjang was closed for repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377269108243331858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_lw5KGexI/AAAAAAAAARc/o9AKhYlJXTs/s400/014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only managed to dip my feet in the cool water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377269252494794034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_l5SiVHTI/AAAAAAAAARk/5ru7Ro6DfDc/s400/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The highlight of the trip. If you go to the waterfall, you might be able to see this insect on the rocks somewhere along the trail. We were so excited when someone found it and we thought it was dead. But it really is not real. Wonder who brought it and left it there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377269448966169378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_mEucwYyI/AAAAAAAAARs/nI-QsluV5vM/s400/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Home sweet home on Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2717965421307170408?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2717965421307170408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2717965421307170408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2717965421307170408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2717965421307170408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/dew-crew-retreat-09.html' title='Dew Crew Retreat 09'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp_kOy_RXaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UiEjy_qTYxs/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2770395872243723719</id><published>2009-09-02T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:11:20.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can get help from Microsoft by sending an email to &lt;a href="mailto:srxmail@css.one.microsoft.com"&gt;srxmail@css.one.microsoft.com&lt;/a&gt;? I have been having problems with my bluetooth ever since I installed the Vista Service Pack 2. The bluetooth icon is missing from my control panel and it disappears from the windows tray every time I move my mouse over the icon. I cannot set up bluetooth personal area network and send files out. The only thing I can do is receive files. My problem is not yet resolved but I must say that the support staff are really helpful and efficient. You'll get a ticket number created for you and they'll monitor and send you reminders if they don't hear from you. It's been a month and I hope it'll get fixed soon. Any IT experts out there?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376794604276334098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 41px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp42NIIgvhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ACmx1qUy1N0/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2770395872243723719?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2770395872243723719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2770395872243723719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2770395872243723719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2770395872243723719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sp42NIIgvhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ACmx1qUy1N0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-916843441621063940</id><published>2009-08-28T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:52:45.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will be heading to Kampar on Sunday to visit Gua Tempurong and Lata Kinjang for water rafting. It'll be my first holiday this year other than my family trips to the small island opposite Johor. Happy Merdeka to all Malaysians and to all Singaporeans who remember you were apart of us before 46 years ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-916843441621063940?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/916843441621063940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=916843441621063940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/916843441621063940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/916843441621063940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka-break.html' title='Merdeka break'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-6943199405616507384</id><published>2009-08-24T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:12:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A can of sprite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SpJHGT4ZAoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qKeCFDh5yRU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373435479148003970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SpJHGT4ZAoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qKeCFDh5yRU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Before the last two weekends, a can of sprite is nothing but a carbonated drink which I don't fancy drinking. However this can now reminds me of an intellectually challenged kid who out of thirst grabbed one from a stall I was manning at the community services fair held at my church. My initial reaction was to try to grab the can back from him, telling him it costs a dollar and seventy cents. Only to realise a few seconds later that he was not like the other kids. He was trying to open the can and failed after several attempts. I reached out my hand this time not to grab the can but to open it for him, put a straw in and gave it to him. He sipped and walked away as he did so while my mom, who was manning the stall with me paid the drink for him. We don't know why genetic mutation happens but there's one thing I know for sure, he'll be in heaven and that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-6943199405616507384?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6943199405616507384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=6943199405616507384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6943199405616507384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6943199405616507384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-of-sprite.html' title='A can of sprite'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SpJHGT4ZAoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qKeCFDh5yRU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1181857509661598927</id><published>2009-08-22T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:57:58.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pda phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can come in useful when you're sick in bed and on medical leave for a week. My achievement for the week is Bejeweled 2 high score of 2,285,950 and I bought all the cars in Need For Speed Undercover and upgraded them fully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to finish Unlocking the Bible book but failed as I was too glued to the mobile games. Played until my hand was aching. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-1181857509661598927?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1181857509661598927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1181857509661598927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1181857509661598927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1181857509661598927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/08/pda-phone.html' title='A pda phone'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-9162099701825272131</id><published>2009-08-14T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:11:37.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must mean it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We can sing songs but do we really sing the words with all our heart... I am reminded every Sunday I need to mean what I sing to God. I can't simply sing I will sacrifice my life for Him when I doubt I could. I can't sing I love Him with all of my heart but I sing I 'would' want to love Him with all my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This song by CHC is awesome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The God I know Glorious and holy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The God I know Is faithful and true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The God I know A tower of refuge Hearts are healed Christ revealed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The God I know Light of this city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The God I know Strengthens the weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The God I know Is strong and mighty As He is, so are we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The question is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;does He know me? A part of me tells me of course he does. I read His book everyday. I talk to Him. Another part of me fears the day I meet Him. Will He say to me 'Well done, my good and faithful servant'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wait for me Lord, and the drive that's getting me there is because You never once hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-9162099701825272131?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9162099701825272131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=9162099701825272131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9162099701825272131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9162099701825272131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-mean-it.html' title='I must mean it'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-6796377720260423917</id><published>2009-08-10T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:18:14.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...is here and this is how I spent my weekend. Started Friday night off playing DOTA at home after tennis, eating an apple. The next morning I wanted to sleep in but S' phone woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep. Read Unlocking the Bible a few pages, showered and went for lunch at Cha Cha Original Pan Mee nearby. I can eat at this place everyday, the dry pan mee is just awesome. Then off to children's church for a couple of hours. Picked my parents for dinner and at night I'm playing tennis again. Next morning I overslept for church because my new phone alarm did not ring. After lunch, I'm off to tennis again. So can you tell my new found hobby? Don't think you need it but here's a clue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368276739208109026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sn_zQIB92-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/LwQXlxb_lgI/s200/fischer_logo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-6796377720260423917?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6796377720260423917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=6796377720260423917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6796377720260423917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6796377720260423917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekday.html' title='The weekday...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sn_zQIB92-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/LwQXlxb_lgI/s72-c/fischer_logo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3066686499165926087</id><published>2009-08-07T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:31:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...is finally here. But before I know it, it'll be over. I always tell myself to make full use of my saturdays and sundays but I never  do. I hope this weekend will be different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3066686499165926087?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3066686499165926087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3066686499165926087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3066686499165926087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3066686499165926087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend.html' title='The weekend...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3964351292118365009</id><published>2009-07-13T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:09:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I lost my handphone last Friday - someone stole it. Actually not, I carelessly left it at the tennis court only to find it gone when S went to look for it. We were the last to play and the guard told us that three boys were in the court when he went to switch off the lights. Well, doesn't matter now. It's gone and I really liked it. I went searching for it at Digital Mall but it's obsolete now. All I have left of it is a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357914811963504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SlsjIk_jeFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UK4VZq7nILk/s200/samsung-e590--2f-e-2d590-black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3964351292118365009?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3964351292118365009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3964351292118365009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3964351292118365009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3964351292118365009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SlsjIk_jeFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UK4VZq7nILk/s72-c/samsung-e590--2f-e-2d590-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2790794497649483984</id><published>2009-05-10T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:27:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A very blessed and happy mother's day mommy - I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2790794497649483984?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2790794497649483984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2790794497649483984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2790794497649483984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2790794497649483984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessed-mothers-day.html' title='Blessed Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1233518513061504734</id><published>2009-04-11T00:00:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:21:04.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Cross by DUMC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today is a time to slow down, to leave the busyness of your life as you read this, to focus on Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time as you go through the stations of Jesus' Journey to the Cross. You don't need to rush. Read slowly. Let the words of reflection sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend as long as you want at each station. If you're drawn to stay at a particular spot for a long time, you're free to stay. Move to the next station whenever you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may respond to God by writing down your own thoughts if you would like. You can write a word, write a prayer, draw a picture...whatever you want to do. You may write at some stations and not others. That's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Journey to the Cross is not about an agenda or meeting anyone's expectations. It's simply a time and a place for you to draw close to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323095456141513762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9vHUjPlCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ue7YoiKW5H8/s200/Photo-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outer Noise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This TV represents the noise and distractions of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're so caught up with the busyness of life that we tune out God.&lt;br /&gt;Even today as you come in, you have many thoughts going through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to acknowledge the static in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn off the TV.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the blank screen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use its stillness as a reminder to quiet your spirit before God.&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to be still and know that he is God.&lt;br /&gt;Ask God to quiet your thoughts and put aside distractions so you can focus on him and hear his voice through this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ur8_ZQvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cdmVoP0ShK4/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094985960669938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ur8_ZQvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cdmVoP0ShK4/s200/Photo-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God in the Flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;John 1:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you're invited on a journey through the last days and hours of Jesus' life.&lt;br /&gt;In front of you is a pair a sandals, the kind that any ordinary man would wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you begin this journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Focus on what it means for the&lt;br /&gt;eternal God to become a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about what it means that Jesus once stood&lt;br /&gt;in sandals like these, just like any of us might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ume5bCvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ihk-iE-kkKQ/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094891983211250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ume5bCvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ihk-iE-kkKQ/s200/Photo-0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary Anoints Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;John 12:1-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary poured out expensive perfume onto Jesus' feet as an act of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a drop or two of oil on a cotton ball.&lt;br /&gt;Smell its fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance may not be strong at first, but you will smell it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;It's long-lasting. Mary's act of worship was pure... passionate... real... expensive... extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;And it touched the heart of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew he was headed to the cross, and Mary’s act of worship was a blessing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you pour out your love to Jesus, extravagantly, in a way that will spread the beautiful fragrance of Jesus where you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave, take the cotton ball with you. Let its fragrance remind you that we are called to live every moment of our lives in fragrant worship of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ugOjAy6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/AEnCG39FI9U/s1600-h/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094784515034018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ugOjAy6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/AEnCG39FI9U/s200/Photo-0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judas Agrees to Betray Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 26:14-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas was one of Jesus' closest friends, one of the twelve disciples who had been with him for three years.&lt;br /&gt;He agreed to betray Jesus for just thirty silver coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold one or two of the coins in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;How could Judas betray Jesus, his friend, for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think Judas felt when he looked at the coins in his hand and realized what he had traded for them?&lt;br /&gt;Is your own heart tempted to betray Jesus over material things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take this time to talk with him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uYM83TuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/t7MZrwPxuZw/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094646647639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uYM83TuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/t7MZrwPxuZw/s200/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 13:21-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was celebrating the Passover feast with his disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear off a piece of bread, dip it into the oil,&lt;br /&gt;and eat it as Jesus did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you're eating, think of the heartbreak he must have been feeling at the betrayal of one of his own disciples.&lt;br /&gt;He knew his disciples would soon face confusion and fear.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplate his sorrow and compassion for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uTnxms6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ml2H9YXa980/s1600-h/Photo-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094567948825506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uTnxms6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ml2H9YXa980/s200/Photo-0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gethsemane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Matthew 26:36-46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene reveals the sorrow in Jesus' heart that night.&lt;br /&gt;He prayed to his Father that he would not have to go to the cross if there were any other way.&lt;br /&gt;Yes he prayed the hardest prayer any of us can pray: "Yes not as I will, but as you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus said, "May this cup be taken from me," he was referring to the difficult thing his Father was asking him to bear.&lt;br /&gt;Yes he chose to drink the cup, even though it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour a cup of grape juice and drink it.&lt;br /&gt;As you do, remember that Jesus chose to bear the agony of the cross - to drink the cup - to save you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a cup that the Father is asking you to drink--something about which you need to pray the prayer of Gethsemane: "Yes not as I will, but as you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uO2lWItI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5qQ_kNyaRSs/s1600-h/Photo-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094486024594130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uO2lWItI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5qQ_kNyaRSs/s200/Photo-0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus' Arrest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 18:1-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Jesus could have given the word and overpowered all the guards, he let himself be bound and led away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick up the rope and hold it in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Jesus was bound with a rope like this one. He chose to submit to the difficult way of the cross with every step that he took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uC-HFLnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KBKrSBA477c/s1600-h/Photo-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094281886707314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9uC-HFLnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KBKrSBA477c/s200/Photo-0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus' Trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Matthew 26:57-60, 27:27-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself in Peter's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;You are looking out over the courtyard where Jesus is being tried and mocked.&lt;br /&gt;You know that he is being unjustly accused.&lt;br /&gt;As you stand here, you see men telling lies about him.&lt;br /&gt;You watch him being beaten and mocked.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the man you have followed for three years, the man you had put all your hope in, being sentenced to death.&lt;br /&gt;In your heart you have believed he is God, the promised Messiah to the Jewish people.&lt;br /&gt;Your whole world is crashing around you, and worst of all, you have denied that you even know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the scarlet rob and the crown of thorns used by angry soldiers to wound and humiliate Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to tell Jesus right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9t-XuqVPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/olX7QN5dwcQ/s1600-h/Photo-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094202864260338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9t-XuqVPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/olX7QN5dwcQ/s200/Photo-0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Crucifixion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 27:32-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jesus, dying a brutal death on a Roman cross, an instrument of torture. Kneel in front of the cross. Imagine yourself there at the scene. What is going through your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush this part.&lt;br /&gt;The sin of all human beings made Jesus go to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;Think of a sin in your life, possibly something terrible you have done in the past of something you should have don but did not, possibly an attitude your heart tells you is disappointing to God.&lt;br /&gt;Write it down on a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;No one else will read it, but you can write in code if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Fold the paper in half.&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a hammer and a nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nail your sin to the cross of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you nail it, think about how your sins were nailed to the cross that day in history.&lt;br /&gt;With each stroke, remember Jesus' words: "It is finished." He bore the pain of the cross so you could be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9t5Wvp03I/AAAAAAAAAN0/sniLPeNUoMU/s1600-h/Photo-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094116700640114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9t5Wvp03I/AAAAAAAAAN0/sniLPeNUoMU/s200/Photo-0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus' Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Matthew 27:45-54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus dies that day, so many people watching must have thought that their hopes had died as well.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness came over all the land that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose a candle and extinguish it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Remember the darkness that the whole world--and heaven itself--must have felt that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9tyqhP3dI/AAAAAAAAANs/eoTMhAJMiAo/s1600-h/Photo-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094001749843410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9tyqhP3dI/AAAAAAAAANs/eoTMhAJMiAo/s200/Photo-0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus' Death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 27:57-61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock you see here is a fraction of the size of the rock that sealed Jesus' tomb.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the heaviness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touch this rock. Feel its weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you send the heavy weight the disciples and those who loved Jesus must have felt as Jesus' tomb was sealed?&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes, death had won.&lt;br /&gt;This was a stone that no one could move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was final. Jesus was gone and buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ttZd1CpI/AAAAAAAAANk/i_6YllZgSWs/s1600-h/Photo-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323093911272753810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9ttZd1CpI/AAAAAAAAANk/i_6YllZgSWs/s200/Photo-0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus' Resurrection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 28:1-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the cold, heavy, anxious fear and sorrow that these women must have felt as they journeyed to the tomb that day.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine them arriving at the tomb and finding the stone rolled away, the empty grave clothes in the place where Jesus' body was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the shock and the overwhelming joy they felt as they met the risen Jesus in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Lord was alive! Imagine how these women were transformed in that one moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think the risen Jesus wants to transform you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9tf--vOYI/AAAAAAAAANc/EKunmmBFxJ0/s1600-h/Photo-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323093680824727938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9tf--vOYI/AAAAAAAAANc/EKunmmBFxJ0/s200/Photo-0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crossroads: What Will You Do With Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Matthew 16:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are at a crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Look over the Journey you have just taken through the final days of Jesus to the cross and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;His was no accidental journey.&lt;br /&gt;Every step Jesus took was purposeful, deliberate, by plan.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of pain, betrayal, and agony was borne by him out of love for you.&lt;br /&gt;You were--and still are--a part of his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you do with Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You can, in your heart, choose to hold on to your sin, bear the guilt yourself, and take it with you as you leave this room.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can leave clinging to the extravagant love and forgiveness of the one who died for you.&lt;br /&gt;You've already nailed your sins to his cross.&lt;br /&gt;You can leave knowing that all is forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's your choice. You choose by asking his forgiveness and receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have experienced some of the emotions that Jesus, the Son of God, experienced for you.&lt;br /&gt;You can leave here the same as you were coming in.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can leave having chosen to pursue Jesus Christ, the God who pursued you all the way to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's your choice. You choose by telling him that your life is his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You experienced the agony of surrender and obedience that Jesus Christ experienced. You can leave here still holding on to parts of your life, the parts you don't want to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can leave choosing to surrender everything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's your choice. You choose by praying the prayer of Gethsemane: "Yes not as I will, but as you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Jesus saying to you tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to, write your response to him on the journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-1233518513061504734?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1233518513061504734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1233518513061504734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1233518513061504734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1233518513061504734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/journey-to-cross-by-dumc.html' title='Journey to the Cross by DUMC'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/Sd9vHUjPlCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ue7YoiKW5H8/s72-c/Photo-0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5499217001889150495</id><published>2009-03-30T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:21:16.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's stressful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...to be at work after working hours. Don't you agree? Guess where am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-5499217001889150495?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5499217001889150495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5499217001889150495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5499217001889150495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5499217001889150495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-stressful.html' title='It&apos;s stressful...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-874835389111597849</id><published>2009-03-27T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:37:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the first time I've got...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conjunctivitis"&gt;conjunctivitis&lt;/a&gt;. First time wearing glasses to work. Thank God no one was infected by my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-874835389111597849?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/874835389111597849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=874835389111597849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/874835389111597849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/874835389111597849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-first-time-ive-got.html' title='This is the first time I&apos;ve got...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-6137139676137962137</id><published>2009-03-13T02:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:13:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My ikea kettle is broken, not by me but by the other and only person living with me =D. I just got it less than a month ago. It was carelessly placed on a pile of papers which gave way and on to the concrete floor it went. I picked it up and happily said that it's ok the kettle's fine. But S noticed a crack. Can you see where it's broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312363258103189138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SblOPLUTzpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/np956n2ZMTs/s320/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you can see clearer now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312364180293303458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SblPE2vkPKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_0o2Oohce2s/s320/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not only was the handle broken but the base too. We only realised a day after that the base was leaking water by the drop. Oh well. The kettle will be thrown away but the parts came in handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312364932420298834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SblPwoonaFI/AAAAAAAAANE/-ndqwPCmdiM/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehe. Can you spot the difference from an old pic from my previous &lt;a href="http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-hobbies.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-6137139676137962137?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6137139676137962137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=6137139676137962137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6137139676137962137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6137139676137962137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-broken.html' title='It&apos;s broken'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SblOPLUTzpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/np956n2ZMTs/s72-c/Photo-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5979762926346905845</id><published>2009-03-10T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:07:39.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most hurtful thing in life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...is to see the two people you love most not living life in its fullness in their golden years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-5979762926346905845?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5979762926346905845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5979762926346905845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5979762926346905845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5979762926346905845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-hurtful-thing-in-life.html' title='The most hurtful thing in life...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-7184572701823445761</id><published>2009-03-06T05:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:45:18.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First dinner in our home II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some pics of S's cooking adventure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I helped to set up the utensils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBD7CIsGRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uu1SECrNjqg/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309818642134472978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBD7CIsGRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uu1SECrNjqg/s400/Photo-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S chopping garlics and bacon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309818743094615778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBEA6PdnuI/AAAAAAAAAME/4BtZohN_GQY/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Raw ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309818795021801218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBED7r3lwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LqWqMh18M6k/s400/Photo-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The first dish. Spagetti carbonara. Now that's quite a lot of bacon. In goes the noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309818848047804658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBEHBOQMPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/pbbxXqbPBNk/s400/Photo-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prawns hand-peeled by S for the next dish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309819198963821890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBEbcfJrUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2GBC-2fxN4g/s400/Photo-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...spagetti aglio olio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309818907674547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBEKfWYFII/AAAAAAAAAMc/roqEeuZ43HM/s400/Photo-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It looks the same as the first dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309821689984595490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBGscQyNiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o9SnV3ZbmA4/s400/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess how the food tasting went?&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/2972919412274905552-7184572701823445761?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7184572701823445761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=7184572701823445761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7184572701823445761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7184572701823445761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-dinner-in-our-home-ii.html' title='First dinner in our home II'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SbBD7CIsGRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uu1SECrNjqg/s72-c/Photo-0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3196969026388413592</id><published>2009-02-26T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:54:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate stingy people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3196969026388413592?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3196969026388413592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3196969026388413592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3196969026388413592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3196969026388413592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-stingy-people.html' title='I hate stingy people'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3742569273325735931</id><published>2009-02-24T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:53:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First dinner in our home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S will be making dinner tonight for the first time in our home, after two months of moving in. His family will be over too. I'm now thinking whether I should go swimming or stay around to see S cook and pack up the place a bit. And, my laundry's still in the dryer. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3742569273325735931?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3742569273325735931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3742569273325735931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3742569273325735931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3742569273325735931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-dinner-in-our-home.html' title='First dinner in our home'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-450543073526732589</id><published>2009-02-23T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:40:47.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hobbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know about you but my hobbies don't seem to last - the healthy hobbies I mean. One example, blogging. I've been totally out for quite some time. What else. Badminton - I remember I bought a new racket last two years but only played for a few months. Jogging - bought a new pair of running shoes and jogged for six months to look fit before the wedding, yes before the wedding. Kite flying - if you read my old post there's a short one on it, I no longer fly because S lost my m&amp;amp;m mouse kite. Tennis - I used to play a bit during uni days. And now, swimming - I've been swimming almost everyday and even in the rain and even in the cold. That too, I have a pretty new swimsuit. I need new things to keep my interest on something. How about you? Do you need new gadgets to keep your passion alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My hobby at home is boiling water. I do it a few times ago. I love my kettle. My mom got it for me from Courts. It was a display set. You have no idea how many times I kept on going back to the shop to see if new stocks came and everytime I'm there I seem to miss the stock reload. Initially, I wanted a white one but the display ones had scratches but this baby blue one looked new. The salesman was pestering us to get the extended warranty for a couple of ten bucks but I think I didn't need it. If it spoils, I get to buy a new one - a white one =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305983700743814402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SaKkEELY_QI/AAAAAAAAALk/RvpnDnET2R8/s400/Photo-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My other hobby is drinking tea - my favourite is green, jasmine and oo long tea. Saturday, I had breakfast with dad. Not many places serves green tea with a side dish. Black Canyon Coffee serves it with mini alphabet biscuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985152145106626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SaKlYjEbJsI/AAAAAAAAALs/y2RZuzxF1u8/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oo long tea during dinner at Ying Ker Lou hakka restaurant in the curve. Interesting pot. Too interesting I forgot to pour tea for the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985733945873042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SaKl6aciUpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P--bijXQIUQ/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahh, finally my most addicted hobby - playing computer games. Excuse me, I'm going to play a game of Dota. &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/2972919412274905552-450543073526732589?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/450543073526732589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=450543073526732589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/450543073526732589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/450543073526732589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-hobbies.html' title='My hobbies'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SaKkEELY_QI/AAAAAAAAALk/RvpnDnET2R8/s72-c/Photo-0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-17908445497593397</id><published>2009-02-02T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:02:41.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red packet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SYbf2ukXJbI/AAAAAAAAALc/VLQjEzJy_EI/s1600-h/336024941_4ee9c62317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298168142954440114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SYbf2ukXJbI/AAAAAAAAALc/VLQjEzJy_EI/s400/336024941_4ee9c62317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This CNY, it is our first time giving out 'ang pao' packets. Believe me or not, we collected more than what we gave out =D *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-17908445497593397?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/17908445497593397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=17908445497593397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/17908445497593397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/17908445497593397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-packet.html' title='Red packet'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SYbf2ukXJbI/AAAAAAAAALc/VLQjEzJy_EI/s72-c/336024941_4ee9c62317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5696657454510967545</id><published>2009-01-22T22:40:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:15:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over the new year, S and I spent our honeymoon in South Korea. This is our first trip together - just the two of us. To me, all airports look the same. They're a place for planes to land and take off.Walking pass the immigration we looked at this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505309853730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnchx9AR0I/AAAAAAAAALU/kN-8aBImTrc/s400/P1020977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...to see where our baggage were which we really didn't need to. You see we followed a tour group and we just had to follow the guide. Our first destination, the shooting place of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dae_Jang_Geum"&gt;Jewel in The Palace.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294504836135400834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXncGNNwNYI/AAAAAAAAALM/immsKb7yd2A/s400/P1020986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The place didn't look as big as the show portrayed. But it felt nice to step into a place you've seen from afar - the TV set. Moving on, our first meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294143221014867298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXiTNb6iLWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/i26GtPQK3tI/s400/P1020995.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nice hot meal. Chicken, cabbage, cabbage and more cabbage with seaweed soup. Next stop, Nami Island - made famous be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Sonata"&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294144576571084930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXiUcVwUkII/AAAAAAAAAI0/uA0_PZnNkXo/s400/P1030007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294145123499650674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXiU8LOQLnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3fqSzuN6f-w/s400/P1030008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinner. Grilled squid. I can't remember a time when I ate as much squid in a meal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294146594942273266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXiWR0xgxvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XhOqBjywgRQ/s400/P1030010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294147183838632594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXiW0GlWGpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BxbRK0XyErA/s400/P1030011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The next day was the highlight of our trip. Skiing! Can you see the hill-track on the far left and right of the photo? It's for expert on the left and beginner on the right. We managed to try the beginner one illegally but it was an honest offence. You can ask me when you see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294504154042441938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnbegOHoNI/AAAAAAAAALE/TmyK9BEuLiY/s400/P1030015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We took the cable car up the track. It was piercing cold. My whole being was feeling numbed to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294503533403284738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXna6YKNpQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-r3KcrPq3jo/s400/P1030020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the third day, we went to Everland. Our very own Genting is no where near this place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294491682369808818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnQIjnpqbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EWMSI0BTyTU/s400/P1030067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294492274680980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnQrCJo5YI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lxAZ8WGamN4/s400/P1030070.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This lion in Everland Safari survive the cold much better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294493040014950274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnRXlPef4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zqJpj_UZ6-E/s400/P1030094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ginseng chicken for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294494019753926034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnSQnDc3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nhFy1n0Q2cs/s400/P1030119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next morning, we visited the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_House"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Blue House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;' supposedly meant to be the White House of Korea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294495474175704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnTlRMn--I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z-LQWqXjKYc/s400/P1030134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gyeongbokgung Palace. The only reason I remember this place is because i managed to find the entrance ticket still in my handbag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294496278595778562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnUUF5UOAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mPzOIf2zOow/s400/P1030139.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As every tourism would promote, the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294496748461966818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnUvcSJReI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kESPI3qn94U/s400/P1030154.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next stop, the kimchi-making shop. Made by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498125974936114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnV_n61GjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0ZPqpRgfsNk/s400/P1030218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Made by S. He claims his is better-looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294499040215284706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnW01utu-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OffkKcM2sTA/s400/P1030219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not a very appetizing lunch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294500949618267074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnYj-z3E8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z5NOsuub94c/s400/P1030222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We didn't manage to attend a church service. Did I tell you one of our reasons to visit Korea was to step into the church with 150,000 members so I heard. Well at least we took a picture of one in the city. From inside the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294499650128399618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnXYV1VTQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/l-YpqQnO_R4/s400/P1030229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, that's about it. So will you be going to Korea anytime soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-5696657454510967545?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5696657454510967545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5696657454510967545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5696657454510967545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5696657454510967545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-new-year-s-and-i-spent-our.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXnchx9AR0I/AAAAAAAAALU/kN-8aBImTrc/s72-c/P1020977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5526618916209516617</id><published>2009-01-18T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:17:57.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27.12.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A big thank you to all who made this day happened. We are truly grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292622169075200434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXMr0j4VsbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n4WytGOI-1g/s400/IMG_5864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-5526618916209516617?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5526618916209516617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5526618916209516617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5526618916209516617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5526618916209516617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/01/27122008.html' title='27.12.2008'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SXMr0j4VsbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n4WytGOI-1g/s72-c/IMG_5864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-7907114880728637743</id><published>2009-01-13T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:51:26.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back from the big day and honeymoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing feels better than to be home and back to my usual schedule - sleep, eat, work, tv etc. I do apologize for the blog hiatus. I will update soon - this week. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-7907114880728637743?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7907114880728637743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=7907114880728637743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7907114880728637743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7907114880728637743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-big-day-and-honeymoon.html' title='I&apos;m back from the big day and honeymoon!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4055504655961674422</id><published>2008-12-15T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:43:32.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sausage place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S found a sausage place at Dataran Ara Damansara, DG31, Jln PJU 1A/20B called German Deli Imbiss. It is like a fastfood-like place except that you get to order from the table and get served. We tried all three meat variations - chicken, beef and lamb. Not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280552874407316194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SUhK3Ji3SuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S7qpX0z6ymI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Halfway through our meal, I told S that the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casing_(sausage)"&gt;sausage casing&lt;/a&gt; was made from intestine and he couldn't believe it. He claimed it ruined his appetite but I didn't think so. *Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4055504655961674422?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4055504655961674422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4055504655961674422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4055504655961674422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4055504655961674422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/12/sausage-place.html' title='Sausage place'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SUhK3Ji3SuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S7qpX0z6ymI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1045771360827657461</id><published>2008-12-08T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:34:00.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lately, I seem not to be in control of my emotions. I get irritated easily. I get mad easily. Sometimes I find it hard to breathe. I feel helpless to improve the situation. I need space on my own. It's equally stressful to move to the greener grass I now see. Being extra careful not to regret in the future the way I act today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Galatians 5:22-23 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-1045771360827657461?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1045771360827657461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1045771360827657461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1045771360827657461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1045771360827657461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/12/self-control.html' title='Self-control'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3090569601925084610</id><published>2008-12-04T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:41:57.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally I am filled with anticipation for the big day. There's still lots more things to do. Furnish the condo. Pack. Move. Compile songs. Prepare speech. Finalise RSVPs. Our Korea trip probably won't kick off on 4th Jan as planned. The travel agency doesn't have enough people. So our alternative plan at the moment is to join another agency departing on 31st Dec but we have to be in the airport on 30th night. The problem is we are having our photoshoot on 30th itself. Rush to the airport that night? I think I am filled with the adrenalin rush to go, go, go but S thinks it would be too hectic. So, yes or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3090569601925084610?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3090569601925084610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3090569601925084610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3090569601925084610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3090569601925084610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/12/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-9211043747003103999</id><published>2008-11-28T23:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:24:45.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animation to humanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Say hi to Asimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273743540207931426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/STAZzu6a0CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DRk-q8jrJDM/s200/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although my favourite cartoon character is Eeyore, Asimo sounds cuter real life. I wouldn't mind a soft toy version if there is one out there. With the invention of &lt;a href="http://world.honda.com/ASIMO/"&gt;ASIMO&lt;/a&gt;, could Wall-E be real one day? Probably not in my lifetime. Bye Asimo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273743194029664962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/STAZflTFqsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rV5Djz13JVk/s400/ASIMO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-9211043747003103999?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9211043747003103999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=9211043747003103999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9211043747003103999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/9211043747003103999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/animation-to-humanation.html' title='Animation to humanation'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/STAZzu6a0CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DRk-q8jrJDM/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-8435123893574306057</id><published>2008-11-27T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:32:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year is running out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The year is coming to an end and I do not think I have accomplished half the things I wanted to do this year. It has been quite a quiet year for me but a quick one. It scares me that the years are just passing me by. But no matter what, I am reminded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Relationship is better than achievement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Health is better than wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Never go to sleep angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. I am not defined by my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Giving is better than receiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. I do not have to compare to be contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. My future is not secured in the things of this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. I will not run the rat race or get caught up in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. It does not help to gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. Harsh words can kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-8435123893574306057?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8435123893574306057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=8435123893574306057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8435123893574306057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8435123893574306057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/year-is-running-out.html' title='The year is running out'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1215804210628661323</id><published>2008-11-20T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:48:52.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep or shallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I were to say a river is deep or shallow you would instantly know what I mean. But, if I were to say a person is deep or shallow, it seems abstract. Is it fair to say that a deep person would probably try to know you "deeper" than usual? Seeking to understand how you operate inside? Picking up clues? Sensitive to your needs? You can know a person for the longest time and still now know what is in a person’s heart or mind. And that is why communication is so crucial. But what happens when you get tired of talking because you’ll be back to square one after time. I guess women are by nature sensitive. Sensitive to words and actions. And also, to words not spoken and actions not made. Our yes is no and our no is yes. So to avoid confrontations, I ask myself this question taught by one of our pastors from church, “Would it matter in a thousand years?” If it’s not, it’s best putting it aside or overcoming it. I have two perspectives here. If I were to think myself as a thousand and twenty-five years old then yes, it would not matter because I would be really old and de-energized by then. But, if I were to think myself as still being twenty-five years of age I would think even in a thousand years it would matter. Every little thing does, doesn’t it? I know it would be cliché to say that this is the time to seek God first but it really is. I am waiting on Him not to change others but myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-1215804210628661323?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1215804210628661323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1215804210628661323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1215804210628661323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1215804210628661323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-or-shallow.html' title='Deep or shallow'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-553804119759136814</id><published>2008-11-17T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:26:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient vs. modern times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The water supply at my housing area was cut-off this morning. I had washed my hair last night not wanting to do it in cold water today. Lucky enough, I woke up this morning in time for a shower before the water went off. If not, I might have went to work without taking a bath. I can't remember the last time I had a cold shower. Even when I go swimming, I will always dip in the almost hot jacuzzi tub before jumping into the pool. I wonder how people survived without water heaters during those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another thing, last night I went to have my eyes checked. Thankfully both my eyes increased slightly. At my current power, I can be deemed as almost blind. I am reaching the maximum power available for contact lenses. If I had lived during those ancient times where spectacles haven't been invented, I would have been classified as a disabled. Seriously. But, hopefully my power stabilises as I grow older and no more computer games for me. Ok. Maybe occassional computer games would be fine. I guess I still have not learnt my lesson. Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-553804119759136814?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/553804119759136814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=553804119759136814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/553804119759136814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/553804119759136814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/ancient-vs-modern-times.html' title='Ancient vs. modern times'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-7463264241601767085</id><published>2008-11-14T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:03:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My family's favourite dining place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My dad loves spicy food. My mom loves nyonya food. My bro eats everything. I love anywhere that serves green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268342727180302898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SRzpzCiYOjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-rdMPvLxDS4/s400/DSC00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-7463264241601767085?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7463264241601767085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=7463264241601767085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7463264241601767085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7463264241601767085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-familys-favourite-dining-place.html' title='My family&apos;s favourite dining place'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SRzpzCiYOjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-rdMPvLxDS4/s72-c/DSC00097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-8236817636982759283</id><published>2008-11-09T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:42:46.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday I went for my first wedding of the year. Yes the year is coming to an end and I finally get to attend at least one wedding before mine. One thing I remembered from this wedding was that the couple wanted everyone to have a good time and I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is one place where you can have a good shout without having to drive up a cliff or worrying about passer-bys. Yam seng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-8236817636982759283?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8236817636982759283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=8236817636982759283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8236817636982759283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8236817636982759283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-weddings.html' title='I love weddings'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4775666349055688099</id><published>2008-11-09T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:25:34.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbonated Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I found a carbonated drink better than my usual 100 plus. It's this drink called &lt;a href="http://www.radnorhills.co.uk/honesttogoodness.aspx"&gt;Honest To Goodness&lt;/a&gt;. I had it at Pizza Uno for the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The name of the drink do es live up to its name. It has less calories than 100 plus, containing 60% pure fruit juice and 40% carbonated spring water. Worth the RM9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266662544223307874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SRbxrhRJCGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3bBcb8Kdrk4/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4775666349055688099?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4775666349055688099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4775666349055688099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4775666349055688099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4775666349055688099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/carbonated-drink.html' title='Carbonated Drink'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SRbxrhRJCGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3bBcb8Kdrk4/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3813982893568220260</id><published>2008-11-09T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:13:20.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bean Bun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just had dinner at Canton-i 1 Utama and I found this red bean bun very cute. I did not order it as I could not put it into my mouth and chew on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266660145167694642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SRbvf4FtezI/AAAAAAAAAHE/33MrZAXfuZg/s400/Piggy+Red+Bean+Bun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, is this bun halal?&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/2972919412274905552-3813982893568220260?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3813982893568220260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3813982893568220260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3813982893568220260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3813982893568220260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-bean-bun.html' title='Red Bean Bun'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SRbvf4FtezI/AAAAAAAAAHE/33MrZAXfuZg/s72-c/Piggy+Red+Bean+Bun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1546177413478298573</id><published>2008-11-03T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:39:16.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Char Koay Teow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I used to frequent Little Penang Cafe and returned yesterday night to have some char koay teow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264404826507694754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQ7sTDXX0qI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oHPDNNzsMXs/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To my surprise, the price has gone up 8.9%. It now costs RM9.80 for a plate of char koay teow. With my current salary rising at half that rate, will I have to settle for coffee shop char koay teow soon? Just kidding. Thanks to S and dad who sponsor all my meals (except the ones I have in the office).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But really, the price increase was not worth the quality decrease. The crab meat over the top was filled with shells and tasted crabby (like raw crab?). On the menu, it stated a wait of 20 minutes for the char koay teow. But it arrived in less than 1o minutes, faster than my dad's curry mee. Bravo to the timing but boo to the taste. It could've used a little more frying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is somewhere I would pay for char koay teow. &lt;a href="http://www.rasarasa.net/articlePrint.cfm?id=14884"&gt;Lim Mee Yoke Coffeeshop at 157, Jalan SS2/7, 47300 Petaling Jaya&lt;/a&gt;. And if my mom agrees, there's no wrong to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-1546177413478298573?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1546177413478298573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1546177413478298573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1546177413478298573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1546177413478298573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-used-to-frequent-little-penang-cafe.html' title='Char Koay Teow'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQ7sTDXX0qI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oHPDNNzsMXs/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-7281216455763913609</id><published>2008-11-03T10:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:56:23.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before we say "I do"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally, we've completed our pre-marital counselling and passed. After a year with our counsellors working through &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Before-You-Say-I-Do/dp/1565076370"&gt;Before You Say " I Do" by H. Norman Wright &amp;amp; Wes Roberts&lt;/a&gt;, we are excited to apply theory to practice come Dec 27. I would highly recommend couples planning to get married to get some form of counselling. We're all in for the long haul and we've got nothing to lose to set the foundation right. The book touches on important aspects of marriage and gives a glimpse of what could be. The discussions arising from the topics can go as deep as the couple would want it to. Personally, I have moved a step into maturity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-7281216455763913609?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7281216455763913609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=7281216455763913609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7281216455763913609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7281216455763913609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-we-say-i-do.html' title='Before we say &quot;I do&quot;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4741148563616281740</id><published>2008-11-03T09:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:52:54.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last Saturday after children's church, S had to go for an emergency site meeting in Sri Hartamas area. So I asked him to drop me at a shopping centre nearby which we didn't know the name then - Plaza Damas. I strolled all the floors from corner to corner and I found this shop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264366019445979026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQ7JALy295I/AAAAAAAAAEA/AbXkI9iwReI/s400/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After an hour and 15 minutes, S came to get me. In the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: What did you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: What did you eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Nothing. (I showed him the picture above). So guessed where I went?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: The watch shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: The lingerie shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: No. (What was he thinking?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: The clothes shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: No. (Is there a clothes shop called Times?) Give you a clue. I didn't spend any money spending an hour in the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S: Oh, it's a bookshop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4741148563616281740?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4741148563616281740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4741148563616281740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4741148563616281740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4741148563616281740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/times.html' title='Times'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQ7JALy295I/AAAAAAAAAEA/AbXkI9iwReI/s72-c/DSC00011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1369598200133605080</id><published>2008-10-30T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:34:22.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In times of trials, I check myself with what the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has to say about love. Grey indicates I am not quite there yet. Blue indicates I'm still in the journey with the finish line ahead. And, black indicates...I think I do not have problems with them, or do I? Out of 14 (excluding no.15) I score 50%. The question is - Is there really such a thing as unconditional love in the human heart? I suppose if you score 100% (including no.15) you're there. I can only think of one person who scored perfectly - the author of the Word itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Love is patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Love is kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. It does not envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. It does not boast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. It is not proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It is not rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It is not self-seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It is not easily angered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It keeps no record of wrongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. It always protects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Always trusts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13. Always hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14. Always perseveres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Love never fails&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/2972919412274905552-1369598200133605080?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1369598200133605080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1369598200133605080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1369598200133605080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1369598200133605080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-checklist.html' title='Love checklist'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-6603959799794246052</id><published>2008-10-29T15:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:55:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120/80 is not normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today I visited my company's clinic to have my blood pressure checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Hi Doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr: Hi have a seat, what's wrong with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: I wanted to check my blood pressure as it read 130/90 last week during my visit to another clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr: Your last record with us was May 2007 - 110/70. Good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Does your family have history of high blood pressure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Yes, my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr: Okay, let me check...It reads 120/80. Normal. Let me check again. 120/80.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looks okay.&lt;br /&gt;J: Okay thanks doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr: Don't be fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J: Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Being curious, I googled "high blood pressure 120/80" and found this. &lt;a href="http://www.bmj.com/cgi/content/full/326/7399/1104-a"&gt;US guidelines say blood pressure of 120/80 mm Hg is not "normal"&lt;/a&gt;. Oh no. I now have pre-hypertension. I hope I do not contribute to the country's statistics of &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2008/9/15/southneast/2008531&amp;amp;sec=southneast"&gt;some 43% of Malaysians aged over 30 years who have high blood pressure (hypertension)&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;According to the article, I should now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No.1 Lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My BMI is 18 which is classified underweight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do exercise a few times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Drink less alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Reduce sodium intake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok I admit, I like salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Change my diet - high in fruits and veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I eat these quite alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By the way, I do have high cholesterol and during my childhood days, I had chicken pox and pneumonia. Do people get sick of getting sick? I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/2972919412274905552-6603959799794246052?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6603959799794246052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=6603959799794246052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6603959799794246052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/6603959799794246052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/12080-is-not-normal.html' title='120/80 is not normal'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4706519901169582135</id><published>2008-10-28T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:42:22.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first stand-up comedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQcIM5atm4I/AAAAAAAAADw/1J29nCBNAt8/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262183707270028162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQcIM5atm4I/AAAAAAAAADw/1J29nCBNAt8/s400/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last night I followed S's family to watch &lt;a href="http://www.comedycourt.com.my/"&gt;Comedy Court&lt;/a&gt; starring Allan Pereira and Indi Nadarajah. It's my first time to a stand-up comedy and obviously the first time hearing about the stars. I was trying hard to catch some of the jokes but I had a few quacks here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4706519901169582135?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4706519901169582135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4706519901169582135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4706519901169582135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4706519901169582135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-stand-up-comedy.html' title='My first stand-up comedy'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQcIM5atm4I/AAAAAAAAADw/1J29nCBNAt8/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5898777564910856658</id><published>2008-10-27T13:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:54:04.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodfilling day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last Satuday, I accompanied mom to the specialist centre near my house to do some check-ups. She's fine. In the afternoon we went to try the dim sum at the &lt;a href="http://www.equatorial.com/kul/index.php?navi_id=6&amp;amp;sub_navi_id=18"&gt;Golden Phoenix Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; in Equatorial Hotel. It was one of the best dim sum I've ever eaten. My mom has been there once and was wanting to take me there for a few months now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262154137207880930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQbtTsWgvOI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uemf-GF0vbg/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;However, the egg tarts were not as good as Duck King...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262154742442855474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQbt27BxjDI/AAAAAAAAADg/mZv1FGD7CUs/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheers to a good dim sum session...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262155746530771810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQbuxXi_Q2I/AAAAAAAAADo/RZF_VFqr97A/s400/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We spend the afternoon in the Pavilion while waiting for S to come. We headed off to Chuan Kee Hakka Restaurant for dinner. I love this place as you get to eat yong tau foo with your normal dinner dishes. We had steamed ginger fish with garlic, five spice stewed pork with yam, long beans with dried prawns and fried dried beancurd sticks "foo chuk", amounting to RM45. Decent price. We actually came here the last weekend and it was closed. So we tried a restaurant a few shops away which I can't remember the name - it wasn't a bad alternative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262150747739792466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQbqOZmWJFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GqO787InfcE/s400/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For your info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chuan Kee Hakka Restaurant: Rest Day - Every 3rd Friday &amp;amp; Saturday of the Month (Rest for 2 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Opening Hours: 11.30am - 3.00pm, 6.00pm - 9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14, Jalan Pudu Ulu, Batu 3, Cheras, 56100 Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-5898777564910856658?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5898777564910856658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5898777564910856658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5898777564910856658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5898777564910856658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/foodfilling-day.html' title='Foodfilling day'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQbtTsWgvOI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uemf-GF0vbg/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5386381100755338946</id><published>2008-10-25T08:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:00:13.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On Wednesday and Thursday this week I went to try the all-day breakfast set at &lt;a href="http://www.coffeebean.com.my/"&gt;The Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf&lt;/a&gt; with mom. We tried the outlet at &lt;a href="http://www.1utama.com.my/"&gt;1 Utama&lt;/a&gt; new wing. On Wednesday we tried the Break 'O' Day and it was good. So good we went back for another round on Thursday to try the Egg Club Sandwich. We wanted to try the Egg's Ben but it was out. The Egg Club Sandwich was more tummy-filling than the Break 'O' Day I suppose due to the larger amount of bread. All sets with complimentary coffee or tea with free refills until 11 o'clock in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a picture here of the Egg Club Sandwich...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260886238371602722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQJsKRHhYSI/AAAAAAAAADA/mdYFsZQrNn4/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The salad crisp with nuts and cranberries and a mouth-watering sandwich cut in half, each with an egg in it. Splendid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After the wonderful meal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260887747088016722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQJtiFhi5VI/AAAAAAAAADI/7ewao7N5pPY/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/2972919412274905552-5386381100755338946?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5386381100755338946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5386381100755338946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5386381100755338946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5386381100755338946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/yummy-breakfast.html' title='Yummy breakfast'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SQJsKRHhYSI/AAAAAAAAADA/mdYFsZQrNn4/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1684948639085211911</id><published>2008-10-20T18:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:22:53.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Sum on a Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S has been promoting Duck King for quite some time that we decided to try it yesterday. It was packed and we had to settle for the open-air tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is what we tried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259185978076581090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SPxhyF74TOI/AAAAAAAAACg/FEUnGXcDu04/s400/Ducking.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me give a quick review on each of the above (clock-wise from top left).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lo Mai Kai - The rice was dry. I prefer it wet. Wasn't so tasty and the chicken and char siew was not so great according to S. The mushroom being mushroom is always nice as I'm a mushroom lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Siew Mai - I don't like my siew mai with big chunky prawns in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Golden Sand Bun - We asked the waitress for Red Bean Bun and she said this one. It tasted more like lotus/egg bun. When you bite into it, the juice gushes out. I didn't really like the filling but the bun was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun Char Siew - The filling was alot - unlike dim sum coffee shops who diced their char siew to tiny pieces. The chili oil was great - crispy - like the one in Oriental Pavilion @ Jaya 33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Egg Tart - I have to say this was the best of all. It reminded me of the egg tarts I frequently savoured from Dragonboat Restaurant in Chinatown Melbourne. If I'd go back to this restaurant it would be for the egg tarts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Roasted Duck and Pork - The skin was crispy and meat tender. Not too salty. Just nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We would probably come back here for the egg tarts or could we just take-them-away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-1684948639085211911?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1684948639085211911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1684948639085211911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1684948639085211911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1684948639085211911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/dim-sum-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Dim Sum on a Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SPxhyF74TOI/AAAAAAAAACg/FEUnGXcDu04/s72-c/Ducking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-8220068131230674142</id><published>2008-10-20T18:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:44:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribs and shrimps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last Friday, we went to Bubba Gump Shrimps Co for dinner. I had a craving to try it for quite some time. Every time I finish dining with my parents at Waroeng Penyet on some Sundays, we always walk by and notice a lot of people eating there. You can check it out at their &lt;a href="http://www.bubbagump.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something different was this, if you didn't need the waiter's attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259178396665178306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SPxa4y-i6MI/AAAAAAAAACI/tl03Y9clCqw/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And this, if you needed the waiter's attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259178812198008802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SPxbQ-9St-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xc5fDgcf13c/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I must say the staff were very attentive to these boards. Service was prompt and they were very friendly. They asked us a few times if everything was okay and they even quizzed us about the Forest Gump Movie - although no prizes if you guessed the right answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if the staff were to see these signboards somewhere else, would they like...react to it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We tried the Dixie Style Baby Back Ribs and the Cajun Shrimp. We always remember to take pictures after we're half way through so I decided not to put it here as it not so eye-soothing. The portion was just nice for two. The ribs in my opinion was better than SanFranciso Steakhouse. It could do better if it was a little bit more juicy. The shrimps still could not make me overcome the taste of Kickin' Shrimp at Tony Roma's. We'll definitely go back to try the rest of the menu.&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/2972919412274905552-8220068131230674142?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8220068131230674142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=8220068131230674142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8220068131230674142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8220068131230674142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/ribs-and-shrimps.html' title='Ribs and shrimps'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SPxa4y-i6MI/AAAAAAAAACI/tl03Y9clCqw/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-4622287565961521716</id><published>2008-10-16T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:08:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday S and I were stuck in a traffic jam at the sprint highway toll near Eastin Hotel. This is the first time I got stuck in a jam after I changed company more than a year ago - lucky me. It was still jammed after nine at night due to the heavy downpour that just stopped. It took us almost an hour to get to my house instead of the usual 10 minutes. I was so impatient in the car that I kept saying to S "Are we there yet?", "Are we there yet?"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is it always so jammed when it rains. What are the tolls people are paying for. The number of cars on the road are just sky-rocketing. Why not we follow our neighbour and put some restrain on cars getting registered each month. But then again, they have a superb public tranportation service while ours is way behind. Who's fault is this. I leave the answer to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-4622287565961521716?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4622287565961521716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=4622287565961521716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4622287565961521716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/4622287565961521716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/jam.html' title='Jam'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-3663617697254615454</id><published>2008-10-15T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:15:47.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a huge white spot at the back of my mouth. It is in between my lower and upper back teeth. I can't chew my food properly as each time I chew I am like squashing the white spot. So I just chew abit and swallow the rest. I get this quite often and it hurts. I refuse to use any medication as I'm quite phobia of having stuff stay in my mouth. I will have a tendency to lick it off and swallow it. And I haven't turn to salt either as I am afraid it will cause a bigger hole in the spot. Argh, I can't wait to go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-3663617697254615454?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3663617697254615454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=3663617697254615454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3663617697254615454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/3663617697254615454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/white-spot.html' title='White spot'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2439336412085545522</id><published>2008-10-13T17:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:08:57.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The precious things in life are given</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I tend to appreciate the things given to me more than if I have acquired it myself. This morning my dad gave me a hundred dollar note. He usually gives me some pocket money when he's going out of town. Today was no different. I can be quite spendrift with my money (depending on my mood) but unless it was given to me, I tend to make full use of it. When my dad gave me the note he said "Buy some fruit juice to drink". I took it, smile and said okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lately I fear of losing my loved ones. Could be because my parents are getting old, especially my dad. And they are precious to me because they were given by God to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2439336412085545522?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2439336412085545522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2439336412085545522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2439336412085545522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2439336412085545522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/precious-things-in-life-are-given.html' title='The precious things in life are given'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-7278278755493563239</id><published>2008-10-10T00:33:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:06:54.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh why is receiving gifts not first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remembered taking the &lt;a href="http://edified.org/myspace/lovelanguage" target="_blank"&gt;Five Love Languages quiz&lt;/a&gt; a few months back and I got this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Primary Love Language is Receiving Gifts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="250" border="1"  style="color:#c2cae0;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Detailed Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#e5ebff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#e5ebff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;But now I got this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Primary Love Language is Acts of Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="250" border="1"  style="color:#c2cae0;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Detailed Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#e5ebff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#e5ebff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll try it again in a few months after I get married. Maybe lately I've been getting lots of gifts in preparation of the big day. So far, a king-sized bed for our room, a queen-sized bed for the guest room, a dining table and a honeymoon package to Korea. Although it's meant for us, I consider them gifts because I didn't have to pay a cent for it. All compliments from S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be S has been showering me with service lately i.e. washing dishes, sending me to and from work, delivering bubble milk tea to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, the top three are still the same. All are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is the opposite of me. As you can see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Primary Love Language is Physical Touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="250" border="1"  style="color:#c2cae0;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Detailed Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#e5ebff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#e5ebff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:#fbfcff;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have recently read the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Five%20Love%20Languages&amp;amp;tag=edified-20&amp;amp;index=blended&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325" target="_blank"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; and it finally showed me why I always say to S, "Why can't you love me more?" or sometimes "Why don't you love me?", and S goes "Huh, what do you mean?". Obviously we had and still have very different love languages. But we're getting there. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About this quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edified.org/myspace/lovelanguage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the Quiz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Five%20Love%20Languages&amp;amp;tag=edified-20&amp;amp;index=blended&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out the Book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-7278278755493563239?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7278278755493563239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=7278278755493563239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7278278755493563239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/7278278755493563239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/uh-why-is-receiving-gifts-not-first.html' title='Uh why is receiving gifts not first'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2111001987182718109</id><published>2008-10-05T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:06:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird, it's a plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, it's a kite! Me and S found something to do today. Yes, flying kite. On our way to Kepong, it was raining heavily but it stopped when we reached a petrol kiosk near the kite-flying site. So we stopped and got ourselves a kite. It was a cute Mickey and Minnie Mouse kite with a string roller for RM20. We happily brought our kite to the field and it started to drizzle. And then, it started to rain a little. After a few attempts by S, he managed to get it up in the air and I was watching by with an umbrella. Mission accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There it is! Our kite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253681627214088818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SOjTmtEXinI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mL00GiQIJwE/s400/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's another kite which I thought was cute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253682704443889890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SOjUlaD92OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2c8IH1rK4ho/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you see it? It's a bumble bee. I tried flying our kite too. Got my feet wet but it was worth it. Reminded me there is still a child in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2111001987182718109?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2111001987182718109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2111001987182718109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2111001987182718109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2111001987182718109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-bird-its-plane.html' title='It&apos;s a bird, it&apos;s a plane'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SOjTmtEXinI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mL00GiQIJwE/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-8643657411629922326</id><published>2008-09-30T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:24:33.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...irony how the people who love you most, hurt you most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-8643657411629922326?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8643657411629922326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=8643657411629922326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8643657411629922326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/8643657411629922326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/09/its.html' title='It&apos;s an...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-2694526399046392104</id><published>2008-09-24T13:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:33:27.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the day draws closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is a choice, one that we should make for life no matter what the cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is a symbol when love is still in the air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249528486681990946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SNoSWG75VyI/AAAAAAAAABk/TR4KQtwQxoU/s200/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is a symbol that reminds us of the choice we made...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249529413868554226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SNoTME-Zh_I/AAAAAAAAABs/jEDYI1Vi2o0/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;May God be with us now and forevermore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-2694526399046392104?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2694526399046392104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=2694526399046392104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2694526399046392104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/2694526399046392104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-choice-one-that-we-should-make.html' title='As the day draws closer'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SNoSWG75VyI/AAAAAAAAABk/TR4KQtwQxoU/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-1100384006136023978</id><published>2008-09-01T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:18:21.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping fit or trying to keep fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've decided to start keeping fit for the wedding. I've started to jog (in a really slow pace) once every few days for about thirty minutes with my fiance at Bukit Kiara, T.T.D.I. Last Saturday, we decided to go down this trail on the right when we reached the T-junction. I thought it would have come back to the T-junction again somehow. But no! We reached this place called Bukit Kiara Club I think. And there's a horse riding place right there. Would love to check this out sometime soon. It's been a long time since I've sat on one. We had to go back the same way and it was uphill all the way. My fiance piggy-bagged me up the hill and I felt so bad because the back of his foot was bleeding after he walked for about 1km? But I smiled when he asked me, 'How was your own personal horse ride?'. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-1100384006136023978?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1100384006136023978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=1100384006136023978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1100384006136023978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/1100384006136023978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/09/keeping-fit-or-trying-to-keep-fit.html' title='Keeping fit or trying to keep fit'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-464032652718320300</id><published>2008-07-28T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:46:52.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I took my first step&lt;br /&gt;On that black and white kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder if that house&lt;br /&gt;Is even there, anymore&lt;br /&gt;I had my first glimpse of love&lt;br /&gt;When I was five&lt;br /&gt;I watched two people split apart&lt;br /&gt;But still the three of us survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the best&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the worst&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change what I've been through&lt;br /&gt;I've touched the sky&lt;br /&gt;I've hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;But I did what I had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way here&lt;br /&gt;Where I am now&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;I have to want to leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen hard&lt;br /&gt;But I've been loved&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it all works out&lt;br /&gt;My faith has conquered fear&lt;br /&gt;On my way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My address has changed&lt;br /&gt;Almost every year&lt;br /&gt;I've found that standing still&lt;br /&gt;Can quickly make a lifetime disappear&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather try and fail&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times denied&lt;br /&gt;And this, whenever you feel pain&lt;br /&gt;It lets you know that you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fool&lt;br /&gt;I've been afraid&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've been loved&lt;br /&gt;I've been lied to&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I've been right&lt;br /&gt;I stood up when I had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way here&lt;br /&gt;Where I am now&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;I have to want to leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen hard&lt;br /&gt;But I've been loved&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it all works out&lt;br /&gt;My faith has conquered fear&lt;br /&gt;On my way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guarantees&lt;br /&gt;I believed that I would find&lt;br /&gt;An open door or a light&lt;br /&gt;To lead me to the other side&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way here&lt;br /&gt;Where I am now&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;I have to want to leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen hard&lt;br /&gt;But I've been loved&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it all works out&lt;br /&gt;My faith has conquered fear&lt;br /&gt;On my way here&lt;/span&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/2972919412274905552-464032652718320300?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/464032652718320300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=464032652718320300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/464032652718320300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/464032652718320300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-way-here.html' title='On My Way Here'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-5388172159224559046</id><published>2008-05-13T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:55:52.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SClXX4oPoCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fy_A9J1aC-Y/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199783312625737762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SClXX4oPoCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fy_A9J1aC-Y/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SClXTooPoBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ywyOtKIWmsE/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199783239611293714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SClXTooPoBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ywyOtKIWmsE/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's always refreshing to be in God's presence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-5388172159224559046?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5388172159224559046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=5388172159224559046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5388172159224559046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/5388172159224559046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/05/spot-me.html' title='Spot Me'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F61NWLcE0hY/SClXX4oPoCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fy_A9J1aC-Y/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972919412274905552.post-524582195863414511</id><published>2008-05-07T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:21:38.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are a lot of things toying around in my mind. I can say I'm not the same person I used to be five years ago. Can anyone say they are? Purpose changes. Directions change. Do we actually realize the crossroads we've crossed? Even if I did, I didn't think much would change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2972919412274905552-524582195863414511?l=twowayroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/feeds/524582195863414511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2972919412274905552&amp;postID=524582195863414511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/524582195863414511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972919412274905552/posts/default/524582195863414511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twowayroad.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-are-lot-of-things-toying-around.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650659467826177988</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
