<?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-16216166</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:56:40.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A way of life</title><subtitle type='html'>THere you go, you always ask why, is all a why the things that you do! You think you're special, and i noe and i noe and i noe that you're NOT!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216166.post-8600979400954070513</id><published>2007-07-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:14:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>indeed, like in one of my frenz post.. running is getting less interesting as weeks went by.. Having to run an increasely amount of distance without giving us rest made the whole thing damn regimental and routined. Havin to stay till late evening on a book out dae made the runnning even worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running has nv been an issue for me. Afterall,i love sports and jumpin ard like a monkey. But this activity is seriously in nid of a revamp. Especially when conducted in camp. Doing things without a motive can nv motivate a fella to put in his 110% effort, furthermore when the fella is forced to do it. A total illogical act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it sets me thinking. If we people are taught wat is the meaning of meritocracy and democracy in our early daes, den why the hell the leftist school of thought are practiced in it? Does it even make any sense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-8600979400954070513?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/8600979400954070513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=8600979400954070513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/8600979400954070513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/8600979400954070513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2007/07/indeed-like-in-one-of-my-frenz-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-559856857791944155</id><published>2007-06-08T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:08:54.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad sia.. kang has jus went into service.. a must under the Enlistment Act, in which All male Singapore Citizens and Permanent Residents are required to serve National Service. There is it.. one down for tmr nitez. Don say i gay.. but i do miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... jus gotta see some photos taken three months back.. It's long.. i noe.. but when i do have frenz who have no idea how impt photos are to the others.. things will nv change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwTPhWgi59o/RmlWLzAhtxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GhBtG4mUiWI/s1600-h/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwTPhWgi59o/RmlWLzAhtxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GhBtG4mUiWI/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073681215880541970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a blur cock, now a Sergeant sia.. His Men will enjoy good life.. confirm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwTPhWgi59o/RmlWgjAhtyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jdgqgNmfNos/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwTPhWgi59o/RmlWgjAhtyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jdgqgNmfNos/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073681572362827554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again.. don say i gay.. but i really do love these fellas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.. nxt week will be the best.. Where i gotta enjoy almost the whole weeks as civilian.. fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-559856857791944155?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/559856857791944155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=559856857791944155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/559856857791944155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/559856857791944155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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/_LwTPhWgi59o/RmlWLzAhtxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GhBtG4mUiWI/s72-c/IMG_1637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216166.post-7323310787277859683</id><published>2007-06-01T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:53:08.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. there it goes, a best frenz of mine is goin to get enlisted soon.. to be exact on the 7th. The frustrating moment is not abt havin to serve the nation for peanuts, but the fact that people gotta learn to adjust and adapt to a totally new environment where normal civilians have difficulties on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speakin, how many of us have witnessed sun rise durin our poly yearS? In fact, not a single soul would have taken breakfast even before the Sun has risen. Totally disengaged from the world, technologies are no longer a stone thrown away from ya, except cell phones, maybe. So, for all these, i gotta congrats my frenz for embarkin onto a new stage of life whereby Girls DON GET IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. not able to sleep for the whole nite. Went to MOS, in which aftermath i realised that place is not for me. Drinks play a significant role in determining the fun factor and when they are excessively overpriced, we jus couldn't enjoy the nite. As a result of tat, i wasted a nite and gotta endure of Kharma of that. Indeed, i deserved it. Furthermore, in few hrs time i gotta to book in for the fuddup parade rehearsal and book out aft tat. Jus simply couldn't understand wat the superiors are thinkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-7323310787277859683?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/7323310787277859683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=7323310787277859683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/7323310787277859683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/7323310787277859683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-8033079897957741179</id><published>2007-05-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:51:59.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-8033079897957741179?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/8033079897957741179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=8033079897957741179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/8033079897957741179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/8033079897957741179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-6926957967961906291</id><published>2007-05-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:20:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well, i used to have people telling me how exciting and fruitful were their holiday trips and now, it is my turn. I always enjoyed holidaying with people i'm close with no matter where's the destination (of course the happening the better). And this time round, it was no exception. I went on trip whereby the whole plane was chartered and no one other than us were on that EVA airplane. Some great, isn't it? Though my direct family isn't rich and famous, but i do have An AH GONG who is always willing to pay for our lodging, accomodations and travelling expenses so long that we are going there for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, he paid for our flight to Taiwan and arranged for accomodation which enable us to  get plenty of sunlight and enjoyed an experience which normal travellers might not have to luck. And the best thing was, he specially brought in vehicles to fetch us around and toured almost the entire southern part of Taiwan. Thats why i often tell people, acknowledge my Ah Gong as ur Ah Gong and u bound to get those benefits tat i enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, time to stop this nonsense. And frankly speakin, i do enjoy my Taiwan trip to a great extend. Not that the scenic views of fruit trees and movement of Sun and Moon make me orgase, but the great curtail of events that enlightened me: Winning doesn't rely simply on brute or brain, but numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in those days when i was still a trainee, i thought that positions are that matter in my Ah Gong's territory. but i was wrong. In fact, ten strands of uncooked spagetti might be able to break apart one hotdog. Cock rite? but is a fact. And is an undeniable, justifiable truth that is often untold in my Ah Gong's territory. And don worry, more stories will be coming up next.. jus wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-6926957967961906291?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/6926957967961906291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=6926957967961906291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/6926957967961906291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/6926957967961906291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-well-i-used-to-have-people-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-117301112981925879</id><published>2007-03-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:25:29.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is goin to be a mental torture for the next two months. Yes, we are headin to Taiwan for Exercises. Sounds good, isn't it? Well, the type of lifestyle we will be leading will be much more worst than what many have undergone thru during OBS. Imagine having to bathe under a condition whereby water is not widely available. Water pressure varies, not seasonally, not periodically but accordin to whether there is lady luck smiling at ya. Yes, we do have Rest and Recreation, indeed is goin to be fun. But having to go thru 15 daes of unreasonable lifestyle, the two days worth of recreational activities is not even enough to compensate. Worst still, we will be flying by China Airline. If u happen to come across a piece of news where an airline crashes, it may be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-117301112981925879?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/117301112981925879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=117301112981925879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/117301112981925879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/117301112981925879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-goin-to-be-mental-torture-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-116993470875565248</id><published>2007-01-28T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:51:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i thought i'm having a secured and enjoyable life in the fuckup army. Afterall, i'm enjoying a good appointment and welfare is comin my way sooner or later. These are all from theysay.com with no justification. Where is the pride and ego.. Since when do i have to start serving people from the general neccessities to minor wants. Theysay.com once quoted, Served and you shall be rewarded. F**k it i say, when the price to pay is exhorbitant. Being at the becks and calls of my dear boss is jus like leadin a life of a philpino maid (well no offence to them) and having my off daes twice per week. Maybe, to serve and u will be served. Kharma.. i believed it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-116993470875565248?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/116993470875565248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=116993470875565248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/116993470875565248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/116993470875565248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-i-thought-im-having-secured-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-116205846412016724</id><published>2006-10-29T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:55:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EMO EMO EMO.. thats all i've learned thru this journey in PLC.. When we came across emo fellas, problems will nv be solved, instead worsen. For a simple matter, emo complicates it. Well, then why in the first place do we have such fellas in this cruel world where sadists rule? 24/5 life has given me an ans. The existence of such fellas are meant to bring out the heroism of the others. Thats where people are given an opportunity to shine and excel. We've been thru tough times, and fortunately there are smallvilles ard lending one another a helping hand.. What a world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. life is gettin boring.. Especially during the last two daes of the week.. Is time to seek a new challenge and enhance it with numerous activities..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-116205846412016724?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/116205846412016724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=116205846412016724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/116205846412016724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/116205846412016724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo-emo-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115898504322176806</id><published>2006-09-23T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:17:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I used to ponder upon the fact that army is nothing and never understand why people ard me love to complain about its regimentalisation and disciplined lifestyle. It will never be a smooth journey while people are serving the two-year terms in whatever camps they are in. Now, is a different story. Having been forced to accustom to the ultra short sleeping time and constant whack by people, I've learned one thing, Army is simply a time for man to change. Be it being more matured or disciplined, one has no other choices but to accept the reality. Other than those who chose to be inferior, We as the NSF, will definitely turn over a new leaf and understand the value of time, freedom and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, this is not a whining session.  A reality that  i've been through and no escape route for me. It's great to know that i can be a hero two years from now. Fortunately, there is something that will keep me going and no way i will let it slips pass easily. Come on baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115898504322176806?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115898504322176806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115898504322176806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115898504322176806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115898504322176806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-i-used-to-ponder-upon-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115823069255936333</id><published>2006-09-14T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:44:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best part in life is when u are on the verge of completing the mission, another bombshell was dropped from somewhere. Well, i had a great holidae ever since i grad from this Military Sch and began to discover another part of my life. Unfortunately, it comes with a price. Coincidentally or not, my phone was gone. Same for my keys. Well well, is nothing is free in this world, especially impt stuffs.. Dropped the subject. Back to my POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/P1010051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/P1010051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gays whom i slept with for the past few months.. Well, gaylism shld be legalised.. Afterall, tats wat we are encouraged to&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/DSC00583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/DSC00583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fei MA of mine.. She's cute and i love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/DSC00597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/DSC00597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he is the onli black  and he loved the honour to be the onli one!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/P1010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/P1010050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without these fellows, my life will be boring..  Polluters of the world&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/P1010026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/P1010026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are those whom self-proclaim to be the white horses of the Coy.. Is merely rumours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115823069255936333?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115823069255936333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115823069255936333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115823069255936333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115823069255936333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-part-in-life-is-when-u-are-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115724316752433702</id><published>2006-09-03T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:26:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a short span of four-hr sleep, i dreamt of three fellows.. plus an additional One.. i'm going woo-hoo soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115724316752433702?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115724316752433702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115724316752433702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115724316752433702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115724316752433702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-short-span-of-four-hr-sleep-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115667925879982812</id><published>2006-08-27T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:47:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/RIMG0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/RIMG0043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/RIMG0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/RIMG0089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/RIMG0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/RIMG0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/RIMG0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/RIMG0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best of all... Half-left down with the fuckin rifle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/RIMG0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/RIMG0086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115667925879982812?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115667925879982812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115667925879982812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115667925879982812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115667925879982812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-best-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115667163486384009</id><published>2006-08-27T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:40:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing to realise sunday isn't that wonderful at all.. Afterall, for all the shit we endured for the past seven weeks, what we are lookin forward to is only one thing, Passing Out Parade (POP). Yeah, life in Tekong is actually great. It will be a period whereby brains won't function, actions are synonymous with those tame Golden Retrievers, and our masters are none other than our dear Sergeants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've experienced memorable stuff in the offshore island.. Platoon mates got tortured physically and mentally.. running like a sloggin dog from one point to another.. If that isn't enough, zero counts of half left down shld be sufficient to shag our fragile and precious bodies... Imagine continuously doing the damn shitty push-ups counting from A-Z till the word ZERO is formed.. wow.. u will realise how manly u have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends in it are great.. We eat drink merry as a whole lot.. and Sing the ever out of tune Infantry Song to our dear SIR and performing as a Choir with additional AL Capella flavours induced into the act.. Considering a bunch of Botak Singers gathering and scream our lungs loud jus to ensure we won't get another set of Zero count of push-up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115667163486384009?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115667163486384009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115667163486384009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115667163486384009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115667163486384009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-amazing-to-realise-sunday-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115424507884672338</id><published>2006-07-30T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:37:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharpened Chin.. Jus three weeks into Tekong and thats the result.. Wonder how will this fuckin recruit be when PoP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115424507884672338?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115424507884672338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115424507884672338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115424507884672338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115424507884672338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/07/sharpened-chin.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115153209039159994</id><published>2006-06-29T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T06:01:30.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a weird feeling in me now. Jus can't find the right word to describe it.. In a week's time, I'll be headin to De Guang and it seems that time is wat i'm lacking presently. Opportunities were missed gloriously and i doubt i ever have a chance to salvage them. How will life be different once i enter into the land of Brotherhood? Opinions differ from one another as while one told me that it will be fun, others remarked it with a single adjective, "lifeless". Well, at this point of time, I missed three things. In a short abbreviation to describe it, it "MRS". How can one ever learned how to treasure things? Once again, is it back to knowing what you want in life or taking whatever that is presented to you and worry about the rest in the later stages? I'm clueless. Seven days more to appreciate them. Shld I? What a nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115153209039159994?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115153209039159994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115153209039159994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115153209039159994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115153209039159994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/06/theres-weird-feeling-in-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-115127462110548991</id><published>2006-06-26T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:30:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wat a Holidae! It is amazing how long this period has lasted. In jus two weeks' time, I'll be posted over Straits for a duration of jus two weeks. Working has been a regular activity for me but one thing funny, i haven't seen any money flowing in. Well, can't blame the employers. They had done their part in exchangin my time with cash but yet, the element was held somewhere else.. World Cup 2006 is such an excellent event for people to make investments and earn through it. It is a zero sum game for investors though... For every 80 A wins, another party will part his own hard earn investment fund... While the margin is of course absorbed by the agent, a.k.a bookmakers. Well, one thing to note, i'm the latter. It's funny.. till date.. I have already contributed 70% of my monthly income to them and allow the others to get rich while i remain status quo (no diff from not working).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-115127462110548991?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/115127462110548991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=115127462110548991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115127462110548991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/115127462110548991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/06/wat-holidae-it-is-amazing-how-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114798446450207571</id><published>2006-05-19T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T04:34:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Living a life as a wastrel, maybe a word too harsh to be used here, but i think i am now... haha.. While exclassmates, sec friends and even pri friends are consistently living a life of 9-5 in Shenton Way, i'm practically having the contrary. 5-9 in hometown, neighbouring regions are when i belonged to. Turning on the tv, switching to channel 22, 23 and 24 iis a common activity i've engaged for the past one month (inclusive of Apr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some say, "come on, u are enjoying ur life right now! Afterall, u will be doing GREAT for the society in the near future.. To be exact, 7th of July rite?" (THese are those who belonged to the same boat as me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others claimed, "Hey what fucking shit are u doing? Instead of engagin in proper activities, u are there living a life as a.. what u called that.... Ya! Beng.." (Closest kins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya rite.. they have their freedom of speech and have all rights to use me as a talking point.. But i care? Damn it and heck care.. Jus living a life with NO WORRIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114798446450207571?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114798446450207571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114798446450207571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114798446450207571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114798446450207571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-life-as-wastrel-maybe-word-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114764933355744925</id><published>2006-05-15T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:28:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm experiencing a change in me - becoming sadistic as each day goes by. The failure of peeps relationship is will brighten up my day. haha.. Ya is true... Afterall, being a firm believer of enjoyment and critic of love, singlehood will bring out the best of each human soul and love will only kills off peeps' days as the relationship weakens.. It either break off the bond b/w u and ur friends, or it simply spoils ur day as the agony from argument start to take a toll on ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on peeps, face the reality.. True love does exist, but it comes with a price, a heavy one. It doesn't pay to put in so much and in the end, what u will get is only memories... Sound demoralising.. And time will prove its value...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114764933355744925?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114764933355744925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114764933355744925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114764933355744925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114764933355744925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-experiencing-change-in-me-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114738185547659920</id><published>2006-05-12T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:13:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/DSCF0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/DSCF0122.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/DSCF0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/DSCF0121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was the time when i went Kuming, Yunnan. I got a funny hairstyle rite after my Chinese O lvl... Well, have to accomodate the culture of China... But it was a really great time with my bunch of jokers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114738185547659920?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114738185547659920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114738185547659920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114738185547659920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114738185547659920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-was-time-when-i-went-kuming.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114718121935437195</id><published>2006-05-09T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:26:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn it.. make one mistake and you're condemned.. It doesn't even help if you cont. to explain.. When everybody turns against you, nothing can be done except believing in yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114718121935437195?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114718121935437195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114718121935437195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114718121935437195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114718121935437195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/05/darn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114687263125492822</id><published>2006-05-06T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T07:43:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;|Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;|She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;|And I can'help myself, I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;|She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;|She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;|But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;|She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;|Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;|She's just the girl I'm lookin' for &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114687263125492822?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114687263125492822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114687263125492822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114687263125492822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114687263125492822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/05/cause-shes-bittersweet-she-knocks-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114590937325569558</id><published>2006-04-25T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T04:09:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/PICT0019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/PICT0019.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"If money is the priority, it doesn't make sense to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/16216166-114590937325569558?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114590937325569558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114590937325569558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114590937325569558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114590937325569558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-money-is-priority-it-doesnt-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114590911559944988</id><published>2006-04-25T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T04:05:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was jus browsing through some of my folders and happend to come across the photo albums.  Well, lookin at them brought back huge amount of memories. Life is just a journey fills with memories, anticipations and actions. People tend to focus their attention in either of the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I kinda of miss the past. If only time can turn back and restart all over again. or Rather i should have bought it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hei, if we torch the doll again, what do you think the manager will say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, don care so much la. Jus do only!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it too often that i'm kinda of sick of them. If time can reverse, i will be rich and famous. If  anticipation does come through, i may end up seeing the world being black. If AWOT (act without thinking) happens, i will become young and hopeless. It is pessimistic as i feeling down rite now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114590911559944988?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114590911559944988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114590911559944988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114590911559944988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114590911559944988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-jus-browsing-through-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114531066827286512</id><published>2006-04-18T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:51:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Norturnal is an adjective meant to describe mammals that have a tendency to have their eyes open in the middle of the nite and morning. Havin to live in Virtual States isn't a great feeling as the moment I'm back into the reality, sun was alrdy set and the moon was up and rising. The clock reads 0540 and i'm still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should soon classified myself as plants, but those without active chlorophyll. I have my active respiration at nite but not able to produce any food durin the day. Chlorophyll is lacking in my body. Time to switch. Get back to Singapore. No way i'm going to live in U.S. for the time being as i wasn't really in U.S. though there is an U.S. Flag hanging right on my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, it isn't a bad idea to live during the nite time. At least u won't have to queue for food, wait for the traffic to stop and suffer under the scorching sun which has at least killed tons of people back in INDIA. No one to disturb your enjoyment (only u disturb them) and no temptation for ya to spend any hard-earn money, especially when one is jobless or rather, income-less. Except, you will only have birds with the same feather to flock together with ya... The same old birds that will nv change till you change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114531066827286512?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114531066827286512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114531066827286512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114531066827286512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114531066827286512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/04/norturnal-is-adjective-meant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114496597133024306</id><published>2006-04-14T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:06:11.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the more and more you listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the more and more you will hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more you hear, the more and more deeply you will understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Simplistic and yet tedious. Familiar but unseen. Free but valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/16216166-114496597133024306?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114496597133024306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114496597133024306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114496597133024306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114496597133024306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-and-more-you-listen-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114445384520729910</id><published>2006-04-08T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T07:50:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been thinkin abt it over the past few days. How much can i tolerate? How far can i go? And how much do i really wan it? Well, it is a fact that i wan it and i will do it.. yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114445384520729910?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114445384520729910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114445384520729910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114445384520729910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114445384520729910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-been-thinkin-abt-it-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114350518118367366</id><published>2006-03-28T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:19:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://fcmx.net/vec/get.swf?i=003702, look at this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114350518118367366?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114350518118367366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114350518118367366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114350518118367366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114350518118367366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/03/httpfcmx.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114350135069641013</id><published>2006-03-28T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:15:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>When one goes cobbing, this is what will happen next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover. Specify the gender of the target. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is lover rite? ok no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No elephant pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nt refering to the size of course! This is more appropriate for the brand of the super glue, a.k.a ELEPHANT GLUE. Jus no stickin pls.. If i get to enjoy that, i bound to head to kim keat AVE.. not to find pussy of course. But to look for the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) no chatlines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96570470 is not a chatline for pple to dial 5 everyday. If receive it from the same person, will i rather loss my phone then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Nocturnality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt this form of word exist, but is jus meant for description. best if such lover is able to go rounding ard places which provide coolin and scenic features as afterall, nitetime is always best for relaxaton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) High tolerance pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... so sorry to say that but it is always nice to have someone who is able to listen to funny words at the end of the dae!!! this is great man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) jus-onli attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes worrying too much will result in hair loss. i rather have face a set of thick and bushy hair den seein nuns.. Well, the best is that she is able to do anything anywhere. That will be excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) no confucianism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no longer living in the Tang dynasty rite? Don have to everything obey the chicken or dog rite? i don believe in marry the chicken follow the chicken and marry the dog follow the dog. Jus do whatever u are happy and that will be perfect. cause i don like reporting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Life is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism will result in a smiling face everyday. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) NO PUB pls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refering the PUBLIC UTILITY BOARD (PUB). for goodness sake, water is precious and pls, don let the tap flow everyday. is crazy! (tear ducts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 persons to tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the evil.. but i noe who is readin my blog... U see it, u do it. no escape! if i visit ur blog and nv see it, spamming will be the consequences!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114350135069641013?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114350135069641013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114350135069641013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114350135069641013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114350135069641013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title='wow!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114350029848768687</id><published>2006-03-28T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:58:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jus only???? IS CHALLENGING</title><content type='html'>yeah, early in the morning 6 o'clock, wow staying awake to witness the sun rise and hopefully i will manage to catch a glimpse of it. But apparently, the high rise buildings ard the area forbid so. People often named our place as the concrete forest and well, is true, is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, forget abt the rubbish. Few weeks had passed since i last woke up at 8a.m, got myself ready and took the SMRT bus and train. Squeezin with white-collar people who were expecting another 9-5 was no longer a routine. Time flew and i kinda of miss the past. Be it secondary life, JC or Poly, i missed them all. Of course there would be regrets, but those would nv outweigh the fun and joys i had for the past ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS funny... the more fun one has, the more he/she will miss it. Well, suppose that i will have to be more forward lookin! haha.. now seeing SENGZ being attached, kinda of a curious feel to get a partner and enjoy the bliss of it. Jus afraid that curiosity might kill the cat or rather, me. Sengz ar sengz, u have inspired me, do u noe that? And well, pls be online for a longer time... I WAN TO RETRIEVE THE PHOTOS!!! HAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dillema will result in procrastination which will inturn cause regrets. Simple theory, yet the abundance of time will ensure that i ignore the hypothesis. So how to go abt doing that? HELPS WILL BE DEEPLY APPRECIATED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114350029848768687?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114350029848768687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114350029848768687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114350029848768687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114350029848768687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/03/jus-only-is-challenging.html' title='jus only???? IS CHALLENGING'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114280528758761231</id><published>2006-03-20T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:54:47.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoir of a nite to be talked of</title><content type='html'>It remains mystifying as in why it is so challenging to collate all the photos together? As at today, i've managed to collect ard 15? Yeah, but it doesn't matter anyway as the most signifying stuff is the display of the coolz and unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i like this photo alot. Firstly, it showed how cute someone could be at the age of 19 going twenty. Secondly, it was damn lively to see three jokers' teeth shining in white and lastly, an extra head in the photo. Well, make a guess whose head is that... prize will be awarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/DSCF1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/DSCF1429.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic was supposed to be an anagram  but due to some miscommunication, it turned up to be a pic of coolz with some madness flavor included. Well, guess who is the madness flavouring? Is not hard to guess dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another cute shot taken. I was jus wondering, who that joker in stripe take after? Some character in SESAME STREET i believe... can anyone help me with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always thought that i was the only conman look-alike in this class... Well, dressing can over turns someone fortune... Right Mr CONMAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/IMG_0073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, i like this photo alot.. Really man... But then, do not misunderstand the reason behind it. It was because this photo was an evidence of how religious i am... Really... i am a nice guy afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Grad%20Ball%20Pics%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a meaningful take. It symbolised how outcast we were as the two  jokers  had always been my group mates in 90% of the projects i've done for the past two years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to be shown...... don worry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114280528758761231?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114280528758761231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114280528758761231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114280528758761231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114280528758761231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/03/memoir-of-nite-to-be-talked-of.html' title='Memoir of a nite to be talked of'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114247921182255456</id><published>2006-03-16T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:20:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can judge us</title><content type='html'>Thoughts are often the catalyst for emotional reactions and music are jus one of way of stimulating it. I was jus listening to a song by GC and realised that well, lyrics are meaningful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hard days made me,&lt;br /&gt;Hard nights shaped me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;They somehow saved me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm making something,&lt;br /&gt;Out of this life they called nothing&lt;br /&gt;I take what I want,&lt;br /&gt;Take what I need,&lt;br /&gt;They say it's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But it's right for me,&lt;br /&gt;I won't look down,&lt;br /&gt;Won't say I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I know that only God can judge me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, only God, if not the creator of us can judge us. Why shall we allow others to affect us when their comments are purely subjective? If people are perfect, then of course they have every reason to pass their comments to us and the obligation lies in us to obey it. Unfortunately, no one is perfect in such society. Every single negative comment will affect the day of people adversely and each of the protonize remark will of course, resulted in a U-shaped lips of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple point is this, each individual life is purely dictated by one person, not your parents, teachers, mentors or even people emotionally attached to ya, but yourself. Comments are meant to be heard and flitered. Although people might argue," if everyone don listen to each other, then what's the point of talking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, indeed listening is impt. If only one is able to exercise objective judgement on the comments that have been passed and not allow those unjustifiable remarks affect you as it will ultimately dampened your precious CONFIDENCE. Well, confidence is impt, seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114247921182255456?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114247921182255456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114247921182255456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114247921182255456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114247921182255456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-one-can-judge-us.html' title='No one can judge us'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114097702433969718</id><published>2006-02-27T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:03:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressing</title><content type='html'>Went to catch I'm Not Stupid Too with two of my joker classmates, a.k.a friendz... in case of any internal strife!! Anyway, it had been a long time since the feeling of desperation of catching a particular movie was in me and it jus happened that i caught it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason for watching the movie would sound familar to many of my school friends... Once again, it started with the topic of watching movie, which was brought up by our dear Sarah while dinnering. And then, GUESS WHAT, the FAMOUS PHRASE RETURNED!!!! "TODAY LA!" So, the hype was created it generated plenty of commotion. SMall one though. And well, sarah ended up in cine meeting her friends and leaving the two indo companions including me to make it threesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the decision was to enjoy I'M NOT STUPID TOO and not some other joker movies. And that brought me to the touching, meaningful, enlightening and comical story that Jack Neo had created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with these two joker teenagers who were brought up in two contrasting family backgrounds, but with similar problems - A raw diamond without a proper polishing process. And the story moved on with a further elaboration of their backgrounds which resulted in tears flooding the theatre. (warning: this is absolutely true. The probability of crying is 95% and the S.D value is a mere 1.23456789% and based on a sample size of ard 75 people.) The description here might sound vague to many who haven watched it, but once you watched it, it is apparent that no one can resist the temptation to let your tears flow freely as the movie progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this movie was the ability to relate to what majority of us had gone through, a certain extent with a R2 value of 85%. And well, we were once a teenager and all we need were ATTENTION, RECOGNITION AND COMMENDATION and it was clear that such stuff were lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not because our family and peers do not recognise our ability but it was more of a case whereby it became challenging to recognise people's ability publicly, for fear of several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sign of weakness&lt;br /&gt;2) Confidence level of other grew while yours may reduce (Chinese saying, Zhang ta ren shi qi, mie zhi ji wei feng) = Praising others to raise their morale, while reducing your own confidence&lt;br /&gt;3) Inferiority&lt;br /&gt;4) Spare the rod, spoil the child, believing that using rod is the only method that will improve the ability of people (In the 1960s to 70s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such things will definitely happen, if the compliments are supported by ulterior motives. However, what happens if you have sincerely and truthfully commend on the efforts of the others? Try thinking from the other perspective, How will you feel when someone not only recognise your ability and express their admiration literally to ya? When you have extensively provide an excellent service to people and they in reply, say stuff like, "you are really great man or Well done, is nice to have you assisting me in all these," and who would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you go an extra mile to provide a much better service for the others? And i firmly believe that you are able to relate to such incident be it while working or running an errand for your mum or lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, people are always expecting their others to do it before they will follow. As such, it is easy to find reasons to excuse yourself from commending on the others. And if such cases happened, will anyone go an extra mile to do a much better job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes around goes around. Humans are war-blooded animals. They will understand who are kind to them and who are not. Expressing admiration and offering commendations sincerely and truthfully will only enhance your image as a magnanimous person and not a sore loser. JUs try it out for a day and you will be surprised by the impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114097702433969718?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114097702433969718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114097702433969718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114097702433969718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114097702433969718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/02/expressing.html' title='Expressing'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-114028998152522358</id><published>2006-02-19T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T03:13:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterdae was over and is time to look forward to tomorrow. Yeah, i have been carryin this principle with me throughout these three years and well, in a flash of time, i had completed my poly life, discountin the exam period. Really damn fun man. Of course there were some regrets in Poly. Like wat my friends a.k.a classmates had discussed few days back, there were things which we were supposed to do but din manage to complete it, or even started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list:&lt;br /&gt;1) Getting a partner&lt;br /&gt;Well, i remembered clearly that my seniors once told me, "any relationship brought forward from sec will bound to break up due to the temptation. And best, it is super easy to get a gf."&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, the first was fulfilled. But the latter? Quite disappointing to say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Self-discipline worsen&lt;br /&gt;Ya, this is very true man. As we are able to take advantage of the flexibility of the modules, our level of self-discipline reduced and this resulted in alot of promises or resolutions that i have promised myself leaving unfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Not learning the SP School Song!&lt;br /&gt;Sound dumb indeed. The point is this, this will be the memento that i will carry throughout my life as what my primary school song and secondary school song had given me - wonderful memories. Maybe one day they will make it compulsory to sing school song every monday upon reaching sch?&lt;br /&gt;And only for those who are late for class? Coolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three regrets for 3 years. SOund reasonable though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-114028998152522358?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/114028998152522358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=114028998152522358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114028998152522358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/114028998152522358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterdae-was-over-and-is-time-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113975749390604825</id><published>2006-02-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:18:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAYS OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well well, there is an end to everything and indeed, we have arrived at the terminal of our current stage and is embarking onto the part of our lives. It is hard to believe so that we are year 3s and going to truthfully become a part of the society and contribute more heavily to the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always remember the first time i came in contact with the students of SP. It was during our orientation and unfortunately, i kinda forgotten who were my facs. Oh, ya i remember them now. ANyway, it doesn't matter. The last day of the orientation always ended up by asking us to contribute socially to the society on the behalf of the sch. Well, morally we did something good. But was it a waste of time? It remains debatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, was the time i headed to this funny leadership camp on cruise with the rest of SB class reps and etc. Met quite a no. of jokers over there. And most of them, of course are still in existence, and well in fact is all. They include people like Pingz, Hadi, Robin and Zul and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many many more (adapted from shelby Singh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was great experience as we spent our time building our relationship and network with that, it propelled us to the nxt stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Pingz u this joker, became of one my best buddies in sch and together with him, we went into some ventures. And well, he led me into them! To be truthful, it was a moment that remained to be unforgettable. Indeed, the stuff that we had undergone through were something that would and will increase our personal value relative to others. It was then we both realised that, "hey, i think i kinda have no interest in DBA. I prefer numbers. Seriously, it turns me on!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea why we both had the same idea. Maybe at that moment we were destined to be faggots in actions. (remind me of another story...!!!). And then, we jumped ship! - from Virgo to Gemini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/Ideapolis_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/Ideapolis_2004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the ventures that we had. He was still quite skinny at that time though! Now i realised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway we jumped. And into another funny class full of funny jokering fantastically crappy cockster and anything that is related to nonsensical u can dump it to them. Initially, things were jus normal. One couldn't feel any emotional attached to the class yet. And that was the time where our ventures were still on and well, skipping classes became a norm. That even brought me further from the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, now it was time for a story. It started in morning while we were having FA. I was wearing a pink girdano polo tee and a small little frog on my left side of the chest. (Pretty in trend during that time). And well, 30 min had passed when a joker came in. And well, he was my so-called gay partner. The worst thing was, HE WORE PINK TOO! And for the rest of the day, we had to walk around the sch in seperation to avoid controversial remarks which would be detrimental to our reputation. thats was pretty faggotish! I MUST ADMIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of jokes circulated ard this funny class. And it seems that everyday there was a joke of the day and it was just like those quote of the day u seen on webby that generated randomly. Well, guess who is the joker? I showed u the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1826.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1826.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           (clue: He is a guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, joker rite? Fancy a guy doing a GEISHA dance in a computer lab where neighbouring labs were able to see through to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a so-called disciple of his! And at this moment in time, he is kinda caught with horny virus and Huo Huo Huo bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    (Clue: The one with an additional action!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i also met another guy, who coincidentally had the same kind of eyes. Though he might be smaller. Which i would raise both hands to agree with that. And for your info, don judge a book by its cover, and in this scenario, is don judge the wealth by his look. Shall not elaborate on it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1830.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       (No clue given. You are thinking what i'm thinking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, i need to clarify something. U might be thinkin that the guy behind him is me. Because he kept appearing in each photo!!! hahaha... But well he is owner of the camera ma!!! And who is he? Another charismatic joker who had been doing all the responsible job for the class. Without him, we would have no notes. Without him, We would not have th photos. And well, without we migh not have all the gatherings maN!! here is a close loook once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1833.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    (Style rite? Yeah it is!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, ya i rememeber another one. This guy is really a book that can nv be judge by its cover. I notice a significant change in him. Or if not, maybe he is finally showing his true colour. It just happens that he is able to tell me all the bet amount for toto from system 7 8 and 9 which i don even know in the first place. And he even tried to calculate the probability of striking with each system. Din noe that he is so PRO in it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1832.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     JUs tell me, who looked the most decent here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nxt, there was this guy who had nv failed to study. And last time, maybe he was an introvert. But after years of influence and hanging out, (well, there was this chinese proverb called, near good become good, near dark become dark), and well now his actions became fantastically funny.Coolz... But sorry tim, i don have ur close up photo! but nevertheless, i want to show u all his photo! (Now i got it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/class%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/class%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        funny rite?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1809.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1809.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( The one on the furthest rite is the study fellow and the one who cannot been seen is my&lt;br /&gt;woodlands Khaki yeah !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, one more guy and i shall move on. It is this big size, (but it is proportionate) guy who had always tried his best to acc me home. That was jus putting it in a nicer form. Well, he lives woodlands and so do I! so? But afterall, a guy who loved to speak humorously and without him, i think i would left alone always (for 5 min at least). And i realised something, i seldom took photo with ya huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/class%20008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/class%20008.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     (who is the biggest size?) (reiterate again, is proportionate!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, and come on. It is time to talk about some other funny people ard. Yeah first one to talk about is this little pussy that nv failed to pussify people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's amazing to hear people talking pussy.... Without saying a word, u can make people laugh huh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1819.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1819.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     (Jus see who has the most pussified look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nxt, a lady damn fierce one... Even i initially also scared of her. But nowadays, she seems to have gained enlightenment and became more calm, like lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/class%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/class%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now is abit hard to guess, coz she is nice now... Well,definitely not the jap ghost!!!! ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, thats pretty cold i noe... But talking abt the jap ghost, is pretty funny. She is also another one that acc me home after sch provided she is free and afterall, she lives somewherre along that line... so??? Anyway, if u guys happened to know of director lookin for a geisha role, go ahead to look for her. She is willing to. But of course, not to that extend... don think so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now show u another joker a.k.a Ah MA. Seriously............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/HPIM1837.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/HPIM1837.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Does she look Ah MA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is really funny. Straight forward cockster who talked without worrying whether will hurt people. And tats the spirit man! KEEP IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit tired now... Can i update later on?? cannot tahan... spend an hr doing this.. reminds me of sec COMPOSITION WRITING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113975749390604825?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113975749390604825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113975749390604825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113975749390604825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113975749390604825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-of-my-life.html' title='DAYS OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113966744966139420</id><published>2006-02-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:17:35.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113966744966139420?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113966744966139420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113966744966139420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113966744966139420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113966744966139420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/02/photobucket.html' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113742199713051890</id><published>2006-01-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:33:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Life</title><content type='html'>Life is precious and this phrase has been commonly used since the telecast of the HK serial drama, lifeforce. Indeed, the start of a life cycle brings hope and the end brings relief. It is always easy to claim how precious is life, but how exactly is life valuable? Who shall determine the value? And even if we are able to calculate the value, are we able to live up to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who else except oneself has the right to value his/her own life? I highly doubt that our lives are to be determined by external factors. Everyone comes to this world with a purpose. Be it economically beneficial, spiritually helpful or socially active, it is still up to one self to determine which path one wants to take. People can easily argue, "Jus leave everything to fate. Providence will decide for us." Indeed, every purpose has been clearly listed out before one is being brought to this world, i don deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i once remember a quote from the movie The Last Samurai, "Jus do our best till the fate is revealed." Indeed, if we don do anything, nothing can be achieved. Life will be meaningless and that is wat youngsters have been complaining nowadays. However, if one is able to find out their purpose and their value and strive towards that, how can it be even meaningless in the first placE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is jus like having a goal and reaching it. The sense of satisfaction is beyond description. Take pride in our work and we will ultimately be able to taste the fruit of hard work - success. With that, life is really precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113742199713051890?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113742199713051890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113742199713051890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113742199713051890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113742199713051890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2006/01/precious-life.html' title='Precious Life'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113569793871300086</id><published>2005-12-27T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:38:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections - Part One</title><content type='html'>It has always been challenging for humans to race against time. Sub consciously, we realised that. But how many a times did we try to prevent this from happening again and again? At this moment in time, i have came to a realization that one year had passed, teenage life is starting to walk past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of what have gone right and wrong is great if we put in an effort to avoid a repeat of the wrongdoings. Jus talkin about this year alone, many interesting activities had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at least 4 break-ups happened around me. Not all to me of course! At times breaking up is a good thing as it allows us to grow stronger emotionally. To me, life is just like a board game. Every actions have its repurcussions, and these repurcussions are the number of the dices. It will determine how far u can move and at which pitstop u shall stop. And well, at least breaking up madde me realised the importance of having true friends and allow me to have a clearer idea of what kind of life i exactly want to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming this emotional barrier is one of the most challenging tasks i have ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;And luckily, with great companions forces me to be sober once more and put my focus in some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the relationships within the groups of friends strengthen and it seems that maybe single life can still be fun, or maybe it is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113569793871300086?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113569793871300086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113569793871300086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113569793871300086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113569793871300086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflections-part-one.html' title='Reflections - Part One'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113554287939700094</id><published>2005-12-26T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T04:34:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/cny%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/cny%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Jus look at my haircut, i cut it myself. hahaha, doesn't it show the nerdy side of me? Well, i was a scholar! And Beside me is a holy guy. Looks are deceiving afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Picture%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Picture%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For your info, this is merely a picture of distortion. Maybe it is really cute, coz well.... hahaha......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113554287939700094?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113554287939700094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113554287939700094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113554287939700094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113554287939700094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/jus-look-at-my-haircut-i-cut-it-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113527142996455405</id><published>2005-12-23T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:10:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas!</title><content type='html'>Well, Xmas is jus around the corner and seems like everybody is preparing to get happening once again. Though many of us are not religious-bonded, but we still find Xmas meaningful. Seems like it is one of the few days in a year that people celebrate with a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the people are keeping their fingers crossed, hoping that their wishes can be fulfilled. Or rather it is more of keeping our fingers on both hands crossed. Anyway, believed that Xmas is kinda of fun for many. Remember the time when i first handed out a present to a friend for Xmas, that was like 5 years back. It was kinda of memorable as it was to my previous gf, Rach II. haha... Kinda of lame i believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun. Celebrated in Sembawang park which used to be a significant place for majority of us who studied in Yishun. Unfortunately, she got to leave early and there went my first Xmas. Den come the second one and once again, i handed a present to her. But this time, the status was diff. She was my partner since then. The feel of it was really diff because i truly fell for her during that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts from her was always so unique, so much to my preference. I liked it, in fact is love it. And den, the third xmas came in in 2002 and i was pretty drunk that day. Quarrelled abit and den she went home. And the fourth one, which was is 2003, we celebrated in East Coast Park. That was the period when my group of friends really get bonded like crazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing funny songs in the open bathroom and end up, waking up the toilet attendance. But luckily, he went back to his dreamland, or maybe is try to. But who dare to disturb him when he got a big dudey dog beside him. Don forget, i'm pretty afraid of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last xmas, which was last year, was with my classmates. Interesting indeed, steamboating and exchanging of gifts. The best part was sitting in Don Han's car spinning around Orchard road. Screaming at everybody, even to trans a.k.a Pa Pok. They looked at us and gave a rather flirtatious look. Goosebumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the last xmas that i celebrated with the lady i once loved the most. KInda upset, but luckily memories are sweet. So, this will be the first i and celebrating with a single status and i believed it will be fun.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, get ready for xmas and all wished will be granted. Either by our Buddha or DonX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113527142996455405?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113527142996455405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113527142996455405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113527142996455405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113527142996455405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113510211740672152</id><published>2005-12-21T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T02:08:37.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don's birthdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/IMGP1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/IMGP1282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           A bunch of guys, don worry u are not seeing the wrong thing. Cause she claimed that she is very man! So , is part of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/IMGP1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/IMGP1274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           This is wat we called the prize ceremony for the Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/IMGP1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/IMGP1265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Jus look at his face, a sense of surprise and shock....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113510211740672152?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113510211740672152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113510211740672152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113510211740672152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113510211740672152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/dons-birthdae.html' title='Don&apos;s birthdae'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113491233740885693</id><published>2005-12-18T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:25:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Jian%26theresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Jian%26theresa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           For the sake of that joker man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113491233740885693?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113491233740885693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113491233740885693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113491233740885693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113491233740885693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-sake-of-that-joker-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113466624117989466</id><published>2005-12-16T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:04:01.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guessing Game</title><content type='html'>When man is categorized between men and women, contrary opinions started to surface. Women will often comment, "Why can't you jus pay more attention and show care and concern to me?"&lt;br /&gt;And whereas the former will state, "Why can't you jus empathize with me? Mus you always nag and nag??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if conflicting views are often the situation b/w men and women, den why must it be a must for a man to be with a woman to be consider straight? It is just because we have features like lock and key? Or is the lock and key a signal to justify the fact that man must be with woman? I just simply cannot understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me," A man can nv understand a woman and vice versa, and thus this is the reason why a man and a woman can have a ever-lasting relationship. Cause they will nv grow sick of each other as guessing game is played continously throughout their life." Yeah  indeed, human jus love to guess. Otherwise, why would guess X 3 become so popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is this, how can we, i mean guys, accept something that is below our expectation? Is it possible that a perfect person lives in the unperfect world? If it doesn't, mus all men become monks and Father? Life is jus so sophiscated and maybe this is wat keeps the world alive. With Bush guessing where Osama is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113466624117989466?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113466624117989466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113466624117989466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113466624117989466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113466624117989466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/guessing-game.html' title='Guessing Game'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113449491973584195</id><published>2005-12-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:28:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich and Famous</title><content type='html'>Preferences differ from one to another. While some like the lead a simple life, the others enjoy the lifestyle of the rich and famous. How do we exactly noe which is betA? The ans is simple, so long that u love attention, latter will suit you exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once told me, "Richie doesn't have freedom." While those who are in the another extreme corner say, "Life is hard. Everything in life is all about cash, plastic and paper." No one can ever deny that ever since barter trade has ceased to exist, everyone has the opportunity to become a phoenix overnite. It is all down to whether she/he has the capability to do so. Well, work hard and you get it, doesn't that sound familiar? True enough, first gen people did so and they enjoy their fruit of success ultimately. What about those sec or third gen? Do they deserve such life? Even if they did, do they have the rite to flaunt their well-off lifestyle? It all depends if their feets  are on where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie Rich does have a roller coaster at home. He enjoys his life totally. But on the other hand, he faced their cruelty of the world, where avarice often spells trouble for him. Freedom is nv a word in his dictionary and thus, he nv live his life with peace. Thus, doesn't that give him some rite to create a wonderland for himself that can often relieve his soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is this, rich are jus humans. Even if they got it undeservedly, they have every rights to spend their cash, plastic and paper in their own way without worryin if this act will affect the others. Afterall, they face something which we don't see and feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113449491973584195?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113449491973584195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113449491973584195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113449491973584195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113449491973584195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/rich-and-famous.html' title='Rich and Famous'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113406202209128210</id><published>2005-12-09T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:13:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month Later...</title><content type='html'>One month is how long i haven't been using msn officially. Well, after a long period of virtualless, there will be a kinda of lost when u enter into a place u haven't frequent for long relatively. It is a norm for people to have a certain habit the moment the connect button was clicked, or for those using starhub, when computer is ready for usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, the first thing i would is to get the msn started and thereafter, a series of surfing will occur. However, since i got back, i have completely lost the momentum and there will be a moment when i will start thinking, "what should i do next?" it is kinda of absurb, but is true. And this happens in every aspect of life. At times, people will call this "mental block" while others will call it, "lost of form". While i personally call this, "a brand new life". Every mental block will actually inspire something extraordinary and something that u will nv think of it b4. However, if one does not take it down instantaneously, the thinkin will be gone. That special item will be gone for a moment and is up to the superior force to decide if it will be back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, think is time to talk abt my life recently. Life for me haas always been excellent and i believe i have become more playful than ever. Well, age doesn't matter afterall. Maturity doesn't correlate with the years but it does have a 0.99 R sq value with experience. But one thing to note, "playful is not = immature!!!" It is a sign of people settling down and getting more comfortable with the environment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this particular post, i believe it will be nice to end something like, "my life will change. To a better one definitely."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113406202209128210?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113406202209128210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113406202209128210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113406202209128210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113406202209128210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-month-later.html' title='One month Later...'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113130780592013076</id><published>2005-11-07T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T04:10:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Individual</title><content type='html'>Time flies and it has been a week since i last blogged. Well, it depends how blogging matters to each other. Personally reflection or logging of daily activities are some of the stuff that blogging helps in. But ultimately, it still down to each's individual mood and inspiration of the day or week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been observing people's attitude and behavior this past week. It has since been my habit ever since i cut down on my reading. Well, maybe due to a statement passed by my previous girlfriend, "It is hard for ya to observe people and take note of their differences in dressing, attitude and habits, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is true that i have never taken note of each individual conscientiously. Well, why shld i? But after doing that for a week, i realised it's a rather interesting actitivity. Seriously speaking, everyone is born to be a different person and a special one in his/her own way. Some are really thrifty and have a strong sense of self-discipline when it comes to finance. Others believe that money is just part and parcel of his/her life and there isn't a strong need to calculate every spending of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to dealing with humans, everyone has their own distinctive way of handling. Emotionally, cool, calm, tactful or even abusively are some of the adjectives used to describe description and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to dressing, style is the important and finding your own suitable style is even more valuable. If one is able to dress to his/her characteristics, then the charm will be brought out automatically. Though people might be commenting that style changes according to trend and time, but there are people whose style remain status quo but the charisma is always there. Maybe following the trend is another style that is suitable for this particular grp of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113130780592013076?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113130780592013076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113130780592013076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113130780592013076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113130780592013076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/11/individual.html' title='Individual'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113045314093041541</id><published>2005-10-28T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T06:45:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing of World</title><content type='html'>The time now is 6.40 a.m and i'm jus back home. Well, think that holiday is always a time when we try to defy the law of nature. Being noturnal seems to be a norm and a trend nowadays. Even when the school reopens, which is nxt week, this type of life will still cont. on as usual. Guess that having a globalise city is great as we are gettin suitable and used to workin nite, enjoyin the moon than the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing is that i haven not slept for 24 hrs and i going off to work soon. Coolz, the number of hrs per day has increased from 24 to 36 or even 48 hrs, at least it seems to be. Recently, there have been a lot of cases of lolitas. Is the world changing or I'm the one that is still lagging behind? Or even the law is tryin to keep up with it? No matters what it is, freedom is always better than a life without any worries abt food and shelter. So, don mess around with lolitas even when one is deprived or desperate, and this is for guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113045314093041541?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113045314093041541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113045314093041541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113045314093041541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113045314093041541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/changing-of-world.html' title='Changing of World'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113018998842215447</id><published>2005-10-25T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T05:39:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenging Problem</title><content type='html'>These few days have not been kind to me. Well, some major stuff actually happened here and there and it was well beyond my control. I believe this was what actually made it so bad. If i am able to make some difference to them, it would be great. Unfortunately, things do not turn up to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting rather mysterious if i cont. to write in this way. Guess what, the most challenging problem in this world is not abt. work or studies or even some IQ questions, but to me, it is emotional stuff. Especially when it comes into relationship, not only to those of opp. genders kind. When friends have problems, we mus be there. But when friends have problems and we couldn't solve it, then that is where the real challenge comes into place. I really hope that things will not turn out as bad as what everybody is expecting them to be, and i believe the best has yet to come. So, why worries? Like one of my joker friends, Alex likes to say, "Come on la, don be no pudding la." Guess that life shld always be kept simple and always do the best and expect the worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113018998842215447?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113018998842215447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113018998842215447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113018998842215447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113018998842215447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/challenging-problem.html' title='Challenging Problem'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-113008939982570792</id><published>2005-10-24T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:43:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short</title><content type='html'>eat, drink work and sleep. Nv read any books. Life is excellent during holidaes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-113008939982570792?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/113008939982570792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=113008939982570792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113008939982570792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/113008939982570792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/short.html' title='short'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112987318720426488</id><published>2005-10-21T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:39:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only..</title><content type='html'>"if" has been a common word to use in everyone's life.There was a time when i love to regret over what i have done. So during the moment of reflection, i will ask myself, "what if i have done this and not that? And what if i choose this option over the other?" In a dialect version, people will say, "na si wa wu ji ba ban...." Well, if only time can reverse everything will be smoother. Unfortunately, time will never reverse and time and tide wait for no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, why do we still bother to use if? Critics love to argue that well, the ability to use&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if&lt;/span&gt; will ensure that if the same situation arises, we won't make the same mistake again. True enough, that is only if the if will result in someone reflecting in his/her mistake. And in reality, how many of us will not make the same mistake? Even a saint will need several attempts before learning something. The worst of all is thzt regreting will only make someone suffer ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point regreting when something was already done. So the point is this, even if one has done wrong, there isn't a need to tell others that "i should have done this or that." All one has to do is to remember this mistake and live with the consequences as there bound to be an opportunity again to test ur reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112987318720426488?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112987318720426488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112987318720426488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112987318720426488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112987318720426488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-only.html' title='if only..'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112970070548915895</id><published>2005-10-19T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:45:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after holidayin</title><content type='html'>Well, the results were out this morning and everything was fine at the end of the day. So, guess that results are nothing more than an alphabet. However, something worth mentioning here is that I was cheated of my feeling by some extraordinary figure. A promise ended up being empty and disappointment is the only word that can describe my feeling now, and i am referin to my results. Although they are only few marks away, but i believe is the expectation and promise that has created such a huge impact in me when i saw the difference in gradin... This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has been back to basics since 17th of October. To me, my sch has started and i'm back to there regularly to ensure that nothing goes wrong for my stuff.. Seems like it is going to get fun as days go by. Yeah, for the past two weeks, i have met several friends that are worth hanging out with. Not that they have some sort of ESP or what, but they do share some common traits and interests as me. It is gratifyin to note about it. Life without great friends is jus like a home with no souls. It is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again, anyone readin this and have my photos with ya, possible to send it to me? I will be grateful!!! Well, i'm always in love with myself and is these photos that keep me goin on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. msn is jus &lt;a href="mailto:fcb_862002@hotmail.com"&gt;fcb_862002@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , jus add me and send me thru this?? Thanks DUDE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112970070548915895?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112970070548915895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112970070548915895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112970070548915895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112970070548915895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-after-holidayin.html' title='Life after holidayin'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112965420847064619</id><published>2005-10-19T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:50:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another gay partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Days%20of%20my%20life..%28611%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Days%20of%20my%20life..%28611%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Another gay partner i have known. Faggotish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112965420847064619?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112965420847064619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112965420847064619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112965420847064619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112965420847064619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-gay-partner.html' title='another gay partner'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112938343853621624</id><published>2005-10-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:37:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/IMG_0128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           See, it was so cool to have the cap... But.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/IMG_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/IMG_0135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                            Well , this was taken after my cap flown away!!! Hai`, that was sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112938343853621624?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112938343853621624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112938343853621624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112938343853621624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112938343853621624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/see-it-was-so-cool-to-have-cap.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112938313039644568</id><published>2005-10-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:32:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly Forum!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a week since i last blogged. Have been to JB for the past few days to attend Poly Forum 2005. Excellent, i mus say. Not because of the topics and contents, but the people over there. Strangers to friends from diff polies made life extremely easier and exciting over the three days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One, drink and drink. Got to know few people like joker Edmund, Wenling and other people . Well, the nitez  was all about socialising and carryin a beer on the hand was a norm. Even some of the facs drank with us. Seems like everybody was damn happenin. ya one thing, i thought that forum shld be a place where serious, unapathetic people came together and talk abt serious issues. But, it became a place where jokers, debaters, unionists and leaders joined together to create one thing, FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for day 2, the morning and afternoon weren't that exciting. But it was the nite that made everything coolz! Again, swimming in the nite, snookering and pubbing in the mid nite! Well, got to play some games with my school mates and others from other polies and then got some extra incentives!??? haha, it seems bastarding, but that is jus part and parcel of life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when everything came to a close, got to know even more people. Well, guess that my groups of khakis have expanded to four diff groups of  Khakis. Seems like my life will be more occupied with more lIFE nOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112938313039644568?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112938313039644568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112938313039644568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112938313039644568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112938313039644568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/poly-forum.html' title='Poly Forum!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112874031207125872</id><published>2005-10-08T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:58:39.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoolA</title><content type='html'>Well, i'm back from my first holiday and it was at a unimaginable sort of resort. No beaches but swamps, no heater and occasionally shortage of water. No rooms to sleep except boats and no ice water except normal mineral water. So, how bad was the trip??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would use only a word to describe it, "EXCELLENT!" Frankly speaking, despite all those stuffs that were missing, everybody still thoroughly enjoyed the camp. Not because we are all sadists, but because the camp were all filled with the birds of the same feather. No one behaved like a typical Singaporean, whom expected life to go as smoothly as they wish and none of us ever claimed that they wish to head home immediately. Even to the extent that we were under the hostages of the Mosquitoes, no one has given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, knowing more people is good, but knowing more similar people is great. How i really wish that i can head back to LOOLA once more and enjoyed the whole process again and again. Really enjoy kayaking at nite without any light, catching crabs in the middle of the night and only ended up smelling like the swamps. Swimming in the open sea to a distance of almost one km, boomnettng and even playin card games in the boat (the place that we slept). And the best thing is at around 5 a/m when a thunderstorm is nearin, the boat is shakin like crazy and the wind is blowing at a speed of 60km/hr, i can assure ya that u will freeze to death!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112874031207125872?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112874031207125872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112874031207125872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112874031207125872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112874031207125872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/10/loola.html' title='LoolA'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112801458344255896</id><published>2005-09-30T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:23:03.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, everybody seems to be looking forward to 30th sept, 4.10p.m. The reason why i am able to be so precise with the timing is that i'm part of them. After two weeks of dilligence and intelligence,  it is the day when we can officially declared that Sem 1 is over. Well, time flies isn't it? JUs few months back, i'm still stuck in NTUCIncome settling all the claims for the insured. Life was pretty static over there, afterall it was an office lifestyle. Another day for all the suits and ties. Luckily, there were people over there acc me to pass through the 2 months. Otherwise, i wondered how would it turn out to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two months were over and we were back in sch, Nobody seemed to be ready for it. Practically everyone was claimin that they were suffering from Post-ITP-Syndrome and well, i'm part of that too. It nearly took us few weeks b4 we realised sch had really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And interestingly, life was much more easier this sem. All the modules we were takin aren't that dull and repetitive. Challenging, brain-teaser and even excitments were adjs. that we are able to use to describe them. Thankfully, I am in DBF. Especially 07. Unity in the class has made me realised how great it is. Politics were way off from this class. Though there are times where gossips will fly, but it is jus part and parcel of a life, isn;t it? lolx, And now, the Sem is going to end and no one can deny the fact that we have a great, wonderful and fulfilling sem this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job for the class. Last minute work did appear, but quality is around there. So who cares whether time=quality? And lastly, after later, I'm headin to Bintan for a holiday and firmly believe it gonna be wonderful!!!! YEah!! IS OVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112801458344255896?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112801458344255896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112801458344255896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112801458344255896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112801458344255896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-everybody-seems-to-be-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112763115451202253</id><published>2005-09-25T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:52:42.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>Well, exam period is always so draining. Time management skill is damn impt throughout this period. Have to balance between play and study. Anyway, some of my friends have been commenting abt my blog.Like one friend of mine, Mr Boo jus said, "you joker. Blog is meant for people to understand you more and you are writing some other stuff." Well, i thought you have already understand me well enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is ok, i will jus talk abt my life for todae. Or maybe i should start from yesterday. Damn shagged! Imagine watching a match that will result in either increasing or reducing your weekly allowance. A title challenger, West ham has actually drawn with a relegation contender Arsenal. The ball is round, isn't it? They shld have won, but maybe out of sympathy, they go for a draw. And that resulted in a reduction in my pocket money. And the morale of story, speculation is always 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studyin isn't that tough actually. And for a person who has no self-discipline, the only way out is to maximise the brain at that moment of studying. I think that is the only way out to score well for a totally un-self-discipline guy. I refering to myself. I wanted to write a long blog now... unfortunately my rectum is overfilled and i have no choice but to end this... Sorry man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112763115451202253?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112763115451202253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112763115451202253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112763115451202253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112763115451202253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112732231364546953</id><published>2005-09-22T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:05:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockles</title><content type='html'>Well, i jus had a wonderful meal at Newton with the rest of my friends. It was great as it comprised of my fav food, cockles a.k.a. Sea Harm, if din spell wrongly. And then, someone asked, 'how do cockles reproduced?" Great question i supposed. Afterall it is my fav food, shldn't i obliged to know more about them so as to have a greater and closer relationship with them? And when i consume them, at least i can eat peacefully as i know how exactly they reproduced and won't affect their life cycle thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to how cockles reproduced. As easy as always, i went googling and i found out that COCKLES &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;actually have seperated sexes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they have both male and female organs in a single cockle. Isn't that amazing? So what kind of fertilization do they get involved in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the male released their sperms into the sea while the female released it planktonic ovaries into the same place. Metamorphorsis takes place and a baby cockle is born. And well, cockles belonged to the same family as Oysters, Clams, Scallops and they are commonly known as Bivalves. It simply means two parts. So ?? haha...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/cockles%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/cockles%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=hermaphroditic"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also, Cockles don eat SHIT. They consumed planktons, just like BIG WHALES. IS true man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112732231364546953?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112732231364546953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112732231364546953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112732231364546953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112732231364546953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/cockles.html' title='Cockles'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112714640877214123</id><published>2005-09-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:13:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PArt 2</title><content type='html'>Wow, had my TA paper jus now. Though i was almost fully prepared, i wasn't confident of the paper. JUs feel cheated by my lecturer. Wasted my bloody time on all the past years papers when onli a two marks worth question reappeared in the paper from past years. And he had the cheek to tell us, "oh i tryin something diff..." Well, it was really diff!!! lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to part 2 of the story. Why shouldn't we get into a relationship? True enough like one of ya said, no matter attached or not, life still goes on and we are able to cont with our lives. Then why shld we cont to look for a partner at this moment of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So allowed me to present my point of views to ya guys. Firstly, when you got a partner, time management is really a must. Dividing your time among ur friends, partner, family as well as studies and work is a skill, a skill that is extremely tough to master. If any improper segregation, sparks will fly. Then don expect any better hours ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you will realise that you are no longer feeling secured when your partner went out with other parties. Though this is only applicable to certain people. Then again, sparks will fly and this time, firewoods are fed to keep the fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, certain stuff of yours got to be sacrificed. For example, if your bf don't like ya to hang out some certain people, are you going to ignore his request? No way... Then your friends will be distanced for the time being. Or even for guys, when your gf hated you to stay out late in pubs to watch soccer, are you going to tell ya, "hey bitch jus shut ur ass up and don interfere into my affairs?" Well, no way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly and this is especially true durin exam periods. When your gf/bf happens to finish exam earlier then ya and she/he went out with her friends for celebrations,  you will feel uneasy. Not because she is with other people except ya, but because she can enjoy and u can't. And then, the worst is, she/he called and said, "HeY I"M NOW WATCHING MOVIE. SO NICEEEE!!!." and you are stucked at home slogging for ur exams. Well, how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112714640877214123?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112714640877214123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112714640877214123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112714640877214123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112714640877214123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/part-2.html' title='PArt 2'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112705698167237962</id><published>2005-09-18T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:23:01.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEtting into a relationship Part 1</title><content type='html'>It is a totally diff. feeling and behaviour when one is attached and not. Well, seems like even the lifestyle is totally diff. When one is in the former state, you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seldom&lt;/span&gt; find him/her online, with his/her friends, weekends free, cash rich, engage in funny activities. On the other hand, when one isn't attached, you will find that his/her weekends are with his or her friends, poor,  always  online  in msn,  writing  blogs  and bla bla bla. So why do one actually wish to get into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to come out with a logical ans. Jus try from another approach. Some people told me," Is all about FEELINGS. When it comes, there is no way you can escape from it." Well i agree and seems like the emotional force is even greater than GRAVITATIONAL PULL. Newton, you are losing out to CUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are telling me, "Come on, is enjoyable and satisfying to be attached. U are practically training all four aspects of human, Physically, Mentally, Emotional and Spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;Physically - Got to acc him/her go shopping, or occcasionally exercising, staying out late and walk from bishan to Khatib.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally - Got to learn how to handle the opposite sex and at times, play some MIND GAMES with him/her. Furthermore, your knowledge in biology will get deeper and wider.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally - Of course learn how to ctrl when he/she is getting out of their MIND. Tolerate, Accomodate, Compromise are somethings there one will learn. And of course, learning to relieve yourself in times of relaxation&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually - Well, this depends on yourself i believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not get into a relationship? I shall discuss this tml!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112705698167237962?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112705698167237962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112705698167237962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112705698167237962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112705698167237962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-into-relationship-part-1.html' title='GEtting into a relationship Part 1'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112695974198234121</id><published>2005-09-17T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:22:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nite in clarke Quay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Clarke%20Quay%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Clarke%20Quay%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And well, this is the crazi class i'm refering to. On From left (clockwise), Ping, Leng, Sarah, Shan, Han, Andri, Joyce, Seng and James. And the one in white pants is definitely me! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112695974198234121?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112695974198234121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112695974198234121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112695974198234121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112695974198234121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/nite-in-clarke-quay.html' title='A nite in clarke Quay'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112695957132628805</id><published>2005-09-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:19:31.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily reflection- Trading</title><content type='html'>Life is getting easier as each day goes by. I'm rather delighted to be in such a state whereby though exam is jus round the corner, but there was totally no stress. And on top of that, i;m still pretty confident with the modules. Hope that it is a good sign. Afterall, the sem is the best of the five sems that i have encountered in this 5/2 years. Modules are great, specialised, interesting, exhilarating etc... Friends are great too. They are my classmates, and i considered them as my friends too! Well, these two words have been constantly emphasized for the past one month, ever since Mr Cheng started it. So is beta for me to be specific this this column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like others, i'm definitely overwhelmed by the extraordinary ending of the trading competition. Although it further enhanced on the arrogance of this class, but who cares? Having true friends is much more impt than other things. Seems like the chemistry among this class is really there. Judging from the way we done our trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the immense preparations that we have during our tutorial trading have really paid off. No one has ever commented in the class that tradin is boring (except for few occasions when someone really made a big damn loss). LOlx.. You guys shld noe who i'm refering to! Well, thanks to her, we are always able to make profits as afterall, trading is a zero0sum game! SOMEONE MUS LOSE SO THAT WE CAN WIN. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112695957132628805?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112695957132628805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112695957132628805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112695957132628805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112695957132628805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-reflection-trading.html' title='Daily reflection- Trading'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112688649860560685</id><published>2005-09-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:01:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal development</title><content type='html'>Well, everyday i been putting up a post that reflects my thinkin of everything, in particular personal thinking. I pretty much like this type of stuff. Maybe to me personal development is the most important stuff in this great wide world. Afterall like what Adam Smith said, the world will be at its best when everybody focus in doing what is best for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long that knows what they want, then definitely the focus will be there. This is what i firmly believe in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112688649860560685?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112688649860560685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112688649860560685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112688649860560685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112688649860560685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/personal-development.html' title='Personal development'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112680513846737495</id><published>2005-09-16T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:09:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero-sum game</title><content type='html'>Yeah, after watching A Beautiful mind, i was thinking how exactly mathematics can solve human problems. Maybe it is jus possible. Jus talking about LEARNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all learned what is zero-sum game all about. That is 1=1, or 1-1=0. Yeah? So inorder to increase the value to 2, (taking into account that value is the experience of a person, the higher the better), both sides must increase by 1. So 2=2, or 2-2=0. So no matter what, there is no point in which they can cooperate. SO in other words, in life when someone wins, someone will lose. One will be positive and the other will be negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really the case in life? Lets take the most basic lesson that we face everything as an eexample. EXAMS. Well, people were arguing, "Hey in exams no one loses. Each live by his own standard. So if he reaches his standard, he wins and nobody loses as he doesn't affect anybody marks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i agree with the argument. But is human flawless? Are we born in a society where competition is discouraged? Are there no ranking in this world? Can we jus ignore everything and live with only our own standard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are able to, thhat is really wonderful. We will be defying the law of zero-sum. And frankly, if we were to break the law, then we will be heading back to the COMMUNISM. WHICH ACTUALLY DEFINES as everybody is equal, or are they really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112680513846737495?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112680513846737495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112680513846737495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112680513846737495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112680513846737495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/zero-sum-game.html' title='Zero-sum game'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112680443250284694</id><published>2005-09-16T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T01:13:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BJI AUTHOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/Clarke%20Quay%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/Clarke%20Quay%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, have a great nite todae. It was fantastically great. And on top of that, i managed to get a photo of the innovator of our famous BJI. It is jus above. Isn't she famous? haha... Well is jus another typical lady with curly hair. One of my friend actually love to call her.... p***y! Go solve it urself what does it mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112680443250284694?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112680443250284694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112680443250284694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112680443250284694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112680443250284694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/bji-author.html' title='BJI AUTHOR'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112672191758967181</id><published>2005-09-15T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T02:18:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BEAUTIFUL MIND</title><content type='html'>Well, i had jus completed watching a BEAUTIFUL MIND. It really set my mind thinking, are numbers the only variables to define logics? Or in other words, are logics really logical? Are logics part and parcel of our life? Mus we really justify everything that we have in our lifE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What John Nash was saying the most mysterious equation in life is love. What i'm saying is the most unsolvable question in life is a question of certainty. I mean he is right in saying love can nv be defined. There is no reason as to why love exist between only these two people and not the other two. There is no justification as to why people are able to sacrifice everything for love. Is love really that invaluable? Well, i'm not a guy in this and i'm in no position to discuss abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again, similarly to love, can certainty be defined? Who can be certain of certainty does certainly exist? Who can 100% sure that Arsenal tonite will defeat a minnow FC THUN? Who can be certain that America is free of terrorism despite of all the security measureS? And who can be certain that in life we can certainly expect this or thaT? Well, we can't and there is no way we can solve this as probability only increase our confidence, but is probability inspiring or possibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/economics/laureates/1994/nash-autobio.html"&gt;DR JOHN NASH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112672191758967181?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112672191758967181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112672191758967181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112672191758967181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112672191758967181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/beautiful-mind.html' title='A BEAUTIFUL MIND'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112663484224264252</id><published>2005-09-14T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:07:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop asking HOW</title><content type='html'>I have no idea since when people start to ask each other, "how and How??" In other words, instead of jus trying out by themselves, they have begun to learn to rely on someone for answers. Maybe their philosophy is "Avoid Uni of Hardknocks at all cost," and then "if anything goes wrong, i can blame him/her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i suppose it is a great idea afterall. Firstly, one does not have to use his mental power at all. Secondly, his emotional side will not be affected as anything goes wrong, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT. HE TOLD ME THE ANSWER," will be his first defensive weapon. And thirdly, his self-deceiving skill has gone up another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, lets face the facts. It is understandable that shouldering the blames are rather tough. I've been through that plenty of times. Whenever i've suggest to go anywhere, and jus coincidentally something happened at that place, i ganna the blame. Whenever people ask me HOW and i kindly offer them the solutions, things went right is good. But if things went wrong, there goes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, no matter how much blame i shouldered, i still manage to learn something out of it. I mean we all noe what exactly is KHARMA. Not the karma but is KHARMA. Well, anyway i mean everything happens for a reason. For every cause,  there is an effect. So, for every mistake i make, i learn something and on top of that, i'm slowly becoming immune to all the criticisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i suppose it is a good thing. And the moral of this blog is that, HOW should always be the last word to use whenever one is face with any problem. Shouldering the blame if something goes wrong will ensure one learn more than jus using others' ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112663484224264252?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112663484224264252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112663484224264252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112663484224264252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112663484224264252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/stop-asking-how.html' title='Stop asking HOW'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112653404282612744</id><published>2005-09-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:07:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happened for a Reason</title><content type='html'>It is gratifying to note people are commenting on stuff in here. Frankly speaking. Well, passing away is jus part and parcel of life and there is no justification as to why they should leave this world. The only thing is this, what will exactly happen if things din happen as it is todae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i mean is this, if time can reverse, what do you wan to do and what are the repurcussions of that? As for me, the first part of my life i wish to go back to is when i was 10. That was the first time i was selected to represent my sch in some inter-sch competition in sports. Well, if only i had trained hard enough, i might be able to win some honours back. But unfortunately, everything happened for a reason. And the lesson i learned was life wasn't all about luck or fate as one might argue. As the old saying goes, "One reaped whatever he had sowed." Our own destiny is created with our own hands and brain. If one believed that talent is good enough to win some stuff, does it mean that Raw Diamond can outfight polished Diamond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, a well utilised copper is even more valuable than a raw diamond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112653404282612744?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112653404282612744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112653404282612744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112653404282612744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112653404282612744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-happened-for-reason.html' title='Things happened for a Reason'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112645975997405712</id><published>2005-09-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:29:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Innocent: Gd Charlotte, Mest, Goldfinger - Regarding 11/9. Very Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The start of armageddon&lt;br /&gt;It was just another day&lt;br /&gt;We all saw the news, nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;So many friends are missing&lt;br /&gt;And family members gone&lt;br /&gt;So we all pray that god help them be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we stand together&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that day&lt;br /&gt;The lives we live will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;The innocent die&lt;br /&gt;Will this world ever find a way to change?&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But we know it's not right&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why so many had to die&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why so many had to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is turn to others&lt;br /&gt;For their religion or their skin&lt;br /&gt;But hate can't solve the problem it began&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is angry&lt;br /&gt;People are afraid&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what decisions will be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;The innocent die&lt;br /&gt;Will this world ever find a way to change?&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But we know it's not right&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why so many had to die&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why so many had to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know why (don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;The innocent die (don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;Will this world ever find a way to change?&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know why (don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;But we know it's not right (don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;Will any of us ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;Will any of this ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;The innocent die&lt;br /&gt;Will any of us ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;Will any of this ever be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112645975997405712?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112645975997405712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112645975997405712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112645975997405712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112645975997405712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/innocent-gd-charlotte-mest-goldfinger.html' title='The Innocent: Gd Charlotte, Mest, Goldfinger - Regarding 11/9. Very Interesting'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112645299243032133</id><published>2005-09-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:36:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Period!</title><content type='html'>Well, if rejection is a must, then forcing is not needed. Nv my in my i believe in forcing people to do what they have declined. So, stopping is a mus i believe. Anyway, is quite redundant in this case to talk more abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, todae's sales isn't that good. (I'm workin as Abn Amro Promoter). It is gettin tedious and months go by and i believe is gonna be even more difficult in the future. But no choice, this is part and parcel of life. Nothing can stay easy forever. Beginners' lucks are diminishing and is time to use experience to overcome the adversities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project week is always one that most hate. Especially when projects deadlines are somewhere near the exam period. It is the worst of all. And who can we blame? OURSELVES. Afterall, our philosophy is to do last min stuff. But well, is a great training i believe.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112645299243032133?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112645299243032133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112645299243032133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112645299243032133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112645299243032133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/project-period.html' title='Project Period!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112633735200294410</id><published>2005-09-10T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:29:12.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When food is concerned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/2204_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/2204_004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When food is concerned, don irritate me by taking photos. U can nv see my laughter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112633735200294410?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112633735200294410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112633735200294410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112633735200294410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112633735200294410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-food-is-concerned.html' title='When food is concerned!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112633717436874064</id><published>2005-09-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:26:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/P1010438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/P1010438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don keep commenting abt my small eyes. As there is another guy who's eyes are smaller than me. At least my eyeballs can be seen!!! Sorry man Andy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112633717436874064?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112633717436874064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112633717436874064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112633717436874064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112633717436874064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/small-eyes.html' title='Small Eyes'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112633704303372491</id><published>2005-09-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:24:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/DSCF0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/rachel27/DSCF0131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, this is the first place i ever went to by plane. The southern Part of CHina, Kuming, Yunnan. Is great seriously speaking. As it was with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112633704303372491?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112633704303372491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112633704303372491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112633704303372491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112633704303372491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-this-is-first-place-i-ever-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112628578481761585</id><published>2005-09-10T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:09:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Chance?</title><content type='html'>Well, my group of friends and i went watchin One more Chance this evening. As expected, this show lived up to a certain standard that i have set for Mr Jack Neo. Indeed, it activated my thinking cap and end up , 've asked myself two Questions. 1) Will i ever hire an ex-convict? 2) What are the differences b/w an ex-convict and a immoral person who was nv convicted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it is challenging to actually be magnanimous enough to get an ex-convict to be an employee, or rather to be a manager. The reason is that how is he/she going to gain respect from the others? Maybe time can heal everything, even relationships. Do we have the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if i'm in their shoes, do i wan to be given one more chance? Is obvious, of course. Thats why people who have nv been convicted will nv truly understand the mentality of them. Well, maybe there can be a benchmark for hiring them. Like one of my friends, Mr Marcus mentioned to me, "if i'm in the healthcare industry, i will nv hire a rapist." But can we still hire someone who steals? I mean, why Not? A thief will nv steal medicines that aren't going to bring them values. In addition, as long as they don hold financial positions, wouldn't that be fine? Like someone who was once convicted for rioting can be used as a supervisor in construction site. Afterall, he had the gung-ho attitude to make a project succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bring me to another question, what is the diff b/w a conman who was caught and a conman who wasn't caught? Does this make the latter a better guy than the former? No! Instead, the latter might be even worst. Afterall, he hasn't been taught a lesson yet. So how is he going to change from bad to good? Well, people may argue, "but how are we going to ensure who is conman and who is not?" True, nobody noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who have been convicted you know for sure he had been severely punished by law and shouldn't we for the benefit of doubt, believe that they have learned a lesson?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112628578481761585?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112628578481761585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112628578481761585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112628578481761585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112628578481761585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-more-chance.html' title='One More Chance?'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112617879044157333</id><published>2005-09-08T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:26:30.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute work!</title><content type='html'>wow, pretty sleepy todae. Jus can't wake up to go sch, seems like sleep is gaining importance in my life compared to the other stuffs. In other words, i'm becoming more like a bum... Well, life isn't suppose to be like this, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus can't understand one thing.. What is the reason for people to engage in last minute work? Even for myself, even though the deadline was set long ago, work will not commence till the last few days (depending of the sophisication of the work). Is there anyways to change this attitude? Or is this attitude is a good thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i'm stating the latter is because the ability to produce last-minute work is a virtue. Firstly, we learned to focus during emergency. Secondly, we have shown our resourcefulness as we do not have to seek for anybody's help (well who can we seek for when we do it so last minute?). And thirdly, the ability to be flexible is another skill we learned while we cont. to do last minute work. Well isn't it a good thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112617879044157333?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112617879044157333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112617879044157333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112617879044157333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112617879044157333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-minute-work.html' title='Last minute work!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112612692653728654</id><published>2005-09-08T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:02:06.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardknocks are impt, encouragement is valuable</title><content type='html'>Back again, people always tell me, "Hey ash, this isn't the right way to do this. A better way shld be...." Well, they may right, i don't deny that. The only thing that is bothering me is this: Does it really matters if we must do things right at first try? Can't we be allowed to make mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating from the Uni of Hardknocks has always been my philosophy in life. Theory simply jus can't sink into my neurotic brain. No matter how hard i try to believe in theories, make them work, it simply can't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thats the case, shld i still be bothered with all the out-of-concern or this is for your own good advices? If i don listen and things really go wrong, then critics will start commenting, "See, i've told ya that earlier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, lessons can only be learned when one make mistake. Jus imagine, it is possible to find someone who nv makes mistakes? EVen if there is, if coincidentally he happens to make a mistake, will he be able to take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm actually trying to say is that it is nice to offer people valuable advices. However if he/she din follow it and happens to make a mistake, it is possible for us to jus encourage him/her and ensure that they learn a lesson instead of jus keep on stamping him? Well, i firmly believe we shld do the former.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112612692653728654?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112612692653728654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112612692653728654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112612692653728654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112612692653728654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/hardknocks-are-impt-encouragement-is.html' title='Hardknocks are impt, encouragement is valuable'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112607279137786950</id><published>2005-09-07T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:59:51.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Analysis Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, the mkt went down! seems like the retracement has ended and I shall follow the mkt and be bearish!!! At 7.8!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112607279137786950?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112607279137786950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112607279137786950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112607279137786950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112607279137786950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/technical-analysis-part-2.html' title='Technical Analysis Part 2'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112607248507568412</id><published>2005-09-07T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:54:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Trade in Technical Analysis Part 1</title><content type='html'>Having a written test has always been easy for us. Afterall we are used to the format of written papers and definitely are able to equip ourselves fully. Well, when something changes, our confidence for the matter drop and no longer are able to believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is exactly happening today. Having to do paper trade using technical analysis  is challenging, any wrong move will result the a significant change in P&amp;amp;L, well this is what i think. Thats why I have to pray and believe that the mkt will be bullish for at least 4 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112607248507568412?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112607248507568412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112607248507568412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112607248507568412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112607248507568412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/paper-trade-in-technical-analysis-part.html' title='Paper Trade in Technical Analysis Part 1'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112602530561157639</id><published>2005-09-07T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:48:25.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/P1010005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/P1010005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And slowly, i may turn out to be this??? WOw, is jus a joke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112602530561157639?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112602530561157639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112602530561157639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112602530561157639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112602530561157639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-slowly-i-may-turn-out-to-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112602429368369092</id><published>2005-09-07T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:31:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/IMG_03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/IMG_03081.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, i managed to recover and this is my latest MOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112602429368369092?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112602429368369092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112602429368369092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112602429368369092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112602429368369092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/luckily-i-managed-to-recover-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112602403812162750</id><published>2005-09-07T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:27:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet yet miserable moment!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/getfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/getfile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, this is the sweet memories of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately, it was the past! haha, she dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; me for another guy, so sad!!!! ARHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112602403812162750?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112602403812162750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112602403812162750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112602403812162750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112602403812162750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/sweet-yet-miserable-moment.html' title='A sweet yet miserable moment!!!!'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112601156963257465</id><published>2005-09-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:59:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghh... Globalisation again. What is so great about globalisation? Cheaper goods? More employment? Higher standard of living? Faster productivity? Or it is meant to allow people to enjoy a wider range of tourism destinations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if globalisation is that great, why are there more disasters happening? Are we really enjoying cheaper goods? With globalisation, our pay is relatively lower compared to the previous times. The reason is with increasing competition, companies  are cutting cost and ultimately, human cost are always the first to be reduced. Thus, in relative terms, are we really having lower prices for retail goods? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With globalisation, jobs are being cut and cheaper labour are preferred. Thus, unemployment increased and we again are becoming jobless and lower paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, standard of living did increase. But working hours? Globalisation requires companies to function 24/7 and people of course have to work near to 24/7  too. Thus, who exactly are able to enjoy the so-called "higher standard of living?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, faster productivity is only because the cost of labour is greatly reduced and thus, the so-called production/cost which is also known as productivity is increased. But the fact is that people are getting stressful and the ability to work efficiently and effectively is lowering each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only good thing about globalisation is when we are able to visit more countries and enjoy the different tastes of environment. Ranging from exotic flavours to classy feelings, people are finally to enjoy and find places to relieve the stress incurred while globalisation takes place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112601156963257465?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112601156963257465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112601156963257465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112601156963257465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112601156963257465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112601023742159166</id><published>2005-09-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:45:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" lang="EN-US" &gt;Well, there has been a famous technical instrument appearing in the market. If Iam not wrong, it’s abbreviation is called BJI, but what does it exactly stands for I have no idea. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let us have a look at how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/BJI1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/BJI1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/1600/bji%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4315/1531/320/bji%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Red line is 9-EMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  the Black is BJI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" lang="EN-US" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, from what i learn, the formula of calculating BJI is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y= 9-EMA *   (1/Jd)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where jd can is the decision of J**ce. If it is a BUY, it should be less than one.&lt;br /&gt;If it is a SELL, it should be more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy: Jd&lt;1&lt;br /&gt;Sell: Jd&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;The value of Jd depends on the confidence of J**ce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , as long as the BJI is below the EMA, it is a sell signal. If it above the BJI, it is a buy signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112601023742159166?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112601023742159166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112601023742159166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112601023742159166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112601023742159166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/bji.html' title='BJI'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112592898411964126</id><published>2005-09-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:12:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rights of an Audience and the Participant</title><content type='html'>It is often a norm for audiences to critcise and pass unneccessary comments regarding the professionalism and the techniques of the participant. Well, some people often argue," since you are so good, why don't you partipate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, it often left the critics stumbled as they realised in terms of technique, they are way below the participant. However, does it mean that they have no right to comment? Definitely no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we paid to watch and they are paid to participate. In terms of the flow of money, we are jus like the boss and they are definitely the subordinates. Bosses like to talk and they have all the rights to comment whatever they dislike. Thus, we have the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, when we criticise them, it means that they are the centre of attention. Audiences care for them and thats why we comment heavily. Otherwise, would we even be bothered to open our mouth considering the fact that SIngaporeans hate to open their mouths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, if the audiences don criticise, it means the performances are perfect and as the quote goes, "nothing is perfect in this world" and so, we are going against the law of nature. Is this the right thing to do? No no and No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, praises are meant to motivate and critics are meant to spur improvement. At the end of the day, isn't improvement is what the participants are looking for? Well, we provide the sparks and is up to them if they are able to find the firewoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life goes on with criticism and is great to have audiences passing negative remarks regarding urs performances! to be truthful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112592898411964126?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112592898411964126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112592898411964126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112592898411964126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112592898411964126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/rights-of-audience-and-participant.html' title='The rights of an Audience and the Participant'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216166.post-112576376491484658</id><published>2005-09-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:09:24.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only the world is flat...</title><content type='html'>Since historical times, people have been arguin if the world is round or flat. Be it literally or philosophically, the world is always round. A life cycle, human parts, sports equipments etc... Even the way people think, it is always along the same circular line (circumference) and nv out of the path b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if the world is flat, what would happen? There will be a startin point, as well as an ending point. Processes will be more valuable than results. Vicious cycle will never happen. There won't night and day. People will not travel that much. Karma won't occur. Oil prices won't go up. We can travel to galaxy more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, is this crap or truth? I have no idea as the world is always and will always be round. This is a fact we must accept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112576376491484658?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112576376491484658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112576376491484658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112576376491484658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112576376491484658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-only-world-is-flat.html' title='If only the world is flat...'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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-16216166.post-112568432301428211</id><published>2005-09-03T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:05:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just a matter of truth or lie</title><content type='html'>Well, if we are able to stick to our principles and live as it goes, that will be great. I mean it is simple to say this, but are we really able to do that? A moment of peer pressure will result in contradictory actions and discrimination is part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a difference of what we choose is a key to success in everything. We are able to tell ourselves we are able to do it&gt; But are we really able to? Is that the truth or lie? Time will tell... It jus seems like no one is able to justify anything and we can only pray we will reap whatever we've done.. Then the truth will Prevail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that 33 is doing a great job and i hope that u guys can keep it up with it! Jus do it and keep  faith with  ur goals and VIsion,guys fight for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216166-112568432301428211?l=ashtonphua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/feeds/112568432301428211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216166&amp;postID=112568432301428211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112568432301428211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216166/posts/default/112568432301428211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashtonphua.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-is-just-matter-of-truth-or-lie.html' title='Life is just a matter of truth or lie'/><author><name>Ashton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17962890618143014008</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>
