<?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-8180349485043639455</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:20:05.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13009436497627888655</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180349485043639455.post-172368705674413853</id><published>2007-08-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:20:46.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W14J</title><content type='html'>Ah……. I hate it. Why do good things always come to an end?? Why? Seriously I have skipped a lot of lessons but nevertheless I still feel a strong bond between me and W14J. I just feel sad when all of us need to get separated. I don’t want to I really don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let me talk about each and everyone of you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmerson- You are the best presenter in class, I feel lah.. I still remember when we always go down eat and talk cork all these. Will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfonso- haha.. you are always so funny.. Remember the first time in class. You speak to me in malay. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia- always so noisy, whenever you are in class is always noisy. But I still like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din- always so prepared for presentation, even if you are not you still looks as if you are. That really impresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh-is really fun to have you inside class. Hip to the hoppers…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah-hahaha.. is always so funny to see your darling and you hanky panky. Hahahaa.. Please don’t take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm- is time to change your attitude. Just a little can make you go crazy. Come on, chill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier-cool guy but, please don’t look at girls la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric-nice guy I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank-nice guy, happy to have you as my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiping-very quiet but, as the time goes by we tend to talk more. Remember to pass me Heroes season 2 when you got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene- hmm.. seldom talk to you. But you are not that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson- don’t drink so much can. No more beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin- still remembers we are in the same team during orientation. Ah…. So fast we are going different class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi yong- so long never see you. Hope you are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance- good man, hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo- hey still cannot forget the feeling of cigar, you are the one who let me try it.. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching liang- hahaha… funniest guy ever, whenever I see you, you brighten my day.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li hua- good girl, try to treat lance better okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyul- see you dance in class for a few times.. Not bad at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia- pretty girl, hope to have someone as pretty as you in my next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah- hmm… nice girl. Remember that time I saw you at town. Hope to see you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En hui- the wushu expert, please take good care of yourselves don’t always injure can!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we first met. Remember the times we had lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we laugh together. Remember the times we present in class. Remember the times we slack together. Remember the times we played music loudly in class. Remember the times we had conflicts in class and remember the times we cry together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly remember W14J………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180349485043639455-172368705674413853?l=mylife-norman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/feeds/172368705674413853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180349485043639455&amp;postID=172368705674413853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/172368705674413853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/172368705674413853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/2007/08/w14j.html' title='W14J'/><author><name>Norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13009436497627888655</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-8180349485043639455.post-5826120057183828638</id><published>2007-07-29T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T03:18:18.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by MY DEAR GIRL, IVY to do this. Please read the rules first: Each player starts off the game by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as stating the rules clearly. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate taking MRT, always feel that there's bomb inside.&lt;br /&gt;2. Love going to school but not class.&lt;br /&gt;3. Loves to hang out with all my friends regardless of any time or day, be it mid-night.&lt;br /&gt;4. Loves shopping but hate to spend MY MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;5. Scared of CATS!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Hates taking picture without a cap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of me. These are the chosen ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Monkey Hong 2. Ivan Zhuang 3. Piggy Lung 4. Eunice Tan 5. Raynell Lee 6. Mr Ken Ng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180349485043639455-5826120057183828638?l=mylife-norman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/feeds/5826120057183828638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180349485043639455&amp;postID=5826120057183828638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/5826120057183828638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/5826120057183828638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-tagged-by-my-dear-girl-ivy_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13009436497627888655</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-8180349485043639455.post-8096842704122049270</id><published>2007-07-14T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:04:49.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lOvE!!</title><content type='html'>What is love? Different people have different definition towards love. What is love to me? I think love is to be willing to make sacrifices for your partner and it takes two hands to clap, you need both sides to put in effort not only one. Some of my good friends are having love problems now I do not know how can I help them. I can only be there for them and support them. Love is blind, even if the one that you love is an ugly duckling, you never care. You will still love him or her. There maybe flaws in him or her but you never mind, you will still love them whole heartedly. What is the purpose of my post today, love is blind. If you fell into the trap, you will change. You are no longer you; you will change just because your partner wants you to change. So people please do not change blindly, be yourselves do what is right and not what your partner think is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180349485043639455-8096842704122049270?l=mylife-norman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/feeds/8096842704122049270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180349485043639455&amp;postID=8096842704122049270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/8096842704122049270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/8096842704122049270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/2007/07/love.html' title='lOvE!!'/><author><name>Norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13009436497627888655</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-8180349485043639455.post-204395390481228706</id><published>2007-07-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:32:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mask in your life!!</title><content type='html'>Recently just watch a show called 13 Game Of Death. It is about a guy who is facing a lot of problems and is chosen to take part in a game. This game enables you to win 100 million baht. Since that guy is facing money problems, he took up the challenge. In order to get that 100 million baht, he needs to perform 13 tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Task 1 - Kill a fly with a newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 2 - Eat the dead fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 3 - Make 3 child cry in a childcare centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 4 - Steal money from a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 5 - Lunch Time... Eat SHIT!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 6 - Go to a bus stop and find this "Lunatic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 7 - Make his way to this house and save an "Ah Pek" whom has fall into the well and died for more than 2 weeks, thereafter, inform the relatives. He got 10 minutes to do so, the well is extremely deep and the "Ah Pek" has already ROTTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 8 - Using a chair and hit down his ex-lover's guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 9 - Find a partner in the hospital, "Ah ma" seems easy, but at that point of time, the whole place is filled with police and he got to escape from this police and make his way to find this room where the "Ah ma" is warded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 10 - Do whatever the "Ah ma" says, tighten the clothesline. Shortly did he realize this clothesline which is stretch across the road will kill anyone who's coming in the direction, a group of motorist racing at that time died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 11 - Kill either a dog or his colleague who's obstructing his way to continue with the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 12 - Kill a cow, dig out all the intestine and find the key to the "13 room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/surreptitiouslyy/36272133044222/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Task 13 - Kill his father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/surreptitiouslyy/01c9f133044191/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy who is performing the challenge stop at the last task. He cannot bring himself to do it. What is the morale behind for this show? Will you perform these inhumane tasks just for money? This tells us that everyone is living behind a mask. You may think that he or she is a good person in front of you. But they are just faking it. This 13 task enable people to show their true colour. Will you kill your dad just for 100 million? If you will, that is just too sad.&lt;br /&gt;So, people start to ponder, are you the real you? You will know it yourself.&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/surreptitiouslyy/36272133044222/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/surreptitiouslyy/01c9f133044191/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180349485043639455-204395390481228706?l=mylife-norman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/feeds/204395390481228706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180349485043639455&amp;postID=204395390481228706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/204395390481228706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/204395390481228706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/2007/07/mask-in-your-life.html' title='mask in your life!!'/><author><name>Norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13009436497627888655</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-8180349485043639455.post-4123079554797798173</id><published>2007-07-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:57:50.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i a bad instructor?</title><content type='html'>Okay! Since you guys are the president and vice-president for the exco council we will start your evaluation. John you’re our desire president. Before the voting, we had you as the president in mind. We believe you are able to excel and carry on the good work. Norman seriously speaking, you are not the one in our mind as a vice-president but we believe you are able to do it and so we did not switch it to the person that we desire and stick it to you. Norman we wants to see the real you. Show us your potential. I’m like in total shock. When I heard the advisors said that.&lt;br /&gt;I starts to wonder, am I really a good instructor? I cannot say that I am a great instructor but I always thought that I am not that bad. Maybe I just think too highly of myself. I feel so disappointed of myself. I feel so disgusted. I just think that I am not good enough. I have an upcoming task; I am the head planner for the Outdoor Instructor Camp. I really cannot wait to perform, I just want to show that I am an instructor who is better then they expect. I want to prove them wrong. I believe that I will be able to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180349485043639455-4123079554797798173?l=mylife-norman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/feeds/4123079554797798173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180349485043639455&amp;postID=4123079554797798173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/4123079554797798173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/4123079554797798173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-i-bad-instructor.html' title='Am i a bad instructor?'/><author><name>Norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13009436497627888655</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-8180349485043639455.post-6911511039382148453</id><published>2007-07-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:52:07.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live life to the fullest</title><content type='html'>Fong Chee Yong dies at the age of 57 on the 4th of July 2007. Yesterday was our last journey with him. He is my uncle, my dad’s brother. My dad asks to meet him after school on the 5th of July. He said I need to attend my uncle’s funeral. I was in total shock. I am so confused, what the hell happen? So, I went to the funeral, saw my aunties and uncles. All of them are very or I should say damn sad, when they saw their brother’s body lying in the coffin. I had my reservations when I was asked to look at the body, but nevertheless his is my uncle, I must show him my utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so short 57 is not even old, and yet he just leave us. Sometimes I wonder why our love ones leaving and not we are. I rather to be the one dying then to see our love ones leave first. My uncle leave us is not because of any illness or what, is just some bloody idiots who drink and drive at the same time and knock into him. Why??? Why do we have such irresponsible people living in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Why I write this entry? I just to warn you people, live life to the fullest don’t wait till it is too late. And love someone tell them be it your relatives or friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180349485043639455-6911511039382148453?l=mylife-norman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/feeds/6911511039382148453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180349485043639455&amp;postID=6911511039382148453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/6911511039382148453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180349485043639455/posts/default/6911511039382148453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-norman.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-life-to-fullest.html' title='live life to the fullest'/><author><name>Norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13009436497627888655</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>
