<?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-8046212</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:23:13.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MentalFreak Show</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-3330094960434557909</id><published>2007-10-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:09:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Videos of Luke</title><content type='html'>Here are some of my favourite videos of my son. Incidentally, today happens to be his "full moon". Yup, he's exactly a month old. Happy full moon, son. Daddy loves you alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his video on the very first day of his birth. I love the little noise he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91ccd9f6e35d9c15" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56b7544161aa1048%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330250157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41F4B88E81B0309E2E389313A6666A50D55502B0.1FE4BC3C4F6D98116D3718ACBA80457EFD51082A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56b7544161aa1048%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyS47IdsjYi9ix6MyIeFdlgKUiOA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally adore his eyes, they're so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-410e7d5a4a5eb807" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D410e7d5a4a5eb807%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330250157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7292E786448E7423B56B66AE6E188BC6E88BBDBD.4EDA56E51F124898E8179ABE9186D2445CDFAE94%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D410e7d5a4a5eb807%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHztc2451-lYaAP5mhvdXQy9cF94&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his lovely smile. He must've dreamt of milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6f73ffc156ae66d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6f73ffc156ae66d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330250157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72F4FFD4035101A22E8CBE3B6CBA8C214DCDD9EF.297307148FE473BB83A14329E6C93C1419A3C475%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6f73ffc156ae66d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfPqLfuTqygWzarsK512a0HSHTjs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6f73ffc156ae66d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330250157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72F4FFD4035101A22E8CBE3B6CBA8C214DCDD9EF.297307148FE473BB83A14329E6C93C1419A3C475%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6f73ffc156ae66d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfPqLfuTqygWzarsK512a0HSHTjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-3330094960434557909?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=410e7d5a4a5eb807&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=56b7544161aa1048&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=91ccd9f6e35d9c15&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e6f73ffc156ae66d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3330094960434557909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=3330094960434557909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/3330094960434557909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/3330094960434557909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favourite-videos-of-luke.html' title='My Favourite Videos of Luke'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-5836398879250522785</id><published>2007-09-28T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Sleeping Positions</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's pictures of Luke again. Can't help it because I'm a happy dad. And I love and adore him a lot. You'll know it when you have your own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are shots I've took of him sleeping. Someone once said that he's got style, I agree with that person. That someone is Delicia. Look at the way he sleeps, some postures looks like as if he's dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89PrmgRpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_oxc-WHUJ-0/s1600-h/16092007039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89PrmgRpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_oxc-WHUJ-0/s400/16092007039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120378640955098770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday Night Fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89P7mgRqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k3BrwbrMk1M/s1600-h/16092007040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89P7mgRqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k3BrwbrMk1M/s400/16092007040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120378645250066082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do the hustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89QLmgRrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bdvTpFY5yXM/s1600-h/20092007049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89QLmgRrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bdvTpFY5yXM/s400/20092007049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120378649545033394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yo, I'm the ultimate "wRapper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89QbmgRsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WGFCiFOZaao/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89QbmgRsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WGFCiFOZaao/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120378653840000706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mambo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89QrmgRtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OtPol9JTeww/s1600-h/19092007048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89QrmgRtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OtPol9JTeww/s400/19092007048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120378658134968018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tango&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-5836398879250522785?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5836398879250522785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=5836398879250522785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5836398879250522785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5836398879250522785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/09/lukes-sleeping-positions.html' title='Luke&apos;s Sleeping Positions'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw89PrmgRpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_oxc-WHUJ-0/s72-c/16092007039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-5298456121495036981</id><published>2007-09-17T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Assurance with a Rainbow</title><content type='html'>This was a lovely sign for me. I had been praying a lot for Luke, in terms of his health and need, while I was driving on the LDP. And a lovely assurance came with this picture painted in the sky that Luke's taken care of. I'm thankful for that sign of assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw84cbmgRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/O5685iYw0HE/s1600-h/17092007043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw84cbmgRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/O5685iYw0HE/s400/17092007043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120373362440291970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The perfect picture of a rainbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-5298456121495036981?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5298456121495036981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=5298456121495036981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5298456121495036981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5298456121495036981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/09/assurance-with-rainbow.html' title='An Assurance with a Rainbow'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw84cbmgRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/O5685iYw0HE/s72-c/17092007043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-1032167792299104599</id><published>2007-09-13T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Gift</title><content type='html'>This is such a meaningful gift for Luke. It's his very first gift, simple but a very meaningful gift from Kevin and Esther. Yvonne and I love it alot. Will save this balloon for him even after it has deflated. Thanks Esther and Kevin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BF7mgRuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lJHGRPUDQKY/s1600-h/14092007037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BF7mgRuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lJHGRPUDQKY/s400/14092007037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120382871497885410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lovely balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures I've nicked from Esther's blog. Lovely sequence of Luke yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGLmgRvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OTagVKwnI7A/s1600-h/Pic1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGLmgRvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OTagVKwnI7A/s400/Pic1084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120382875792852722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...3, 2, 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGbmgRwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gr9oE4PdOg8/s1600-h/Pic1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGbmgRwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gr9oE4PdOg8/s400/Pic1085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120382880087820034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blast off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGrmgRxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cSSsPjV15U4/s1600-h/Pic1086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGrmgRxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cSSsPjV15U4/s400/Pic1086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120382884382787346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Houston, we have a lift off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGrmgRyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_yNXSVZC8zI/s1600-h/Pic1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BGrmgRyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_yNXSVZC8zI/s400/Pic1087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120382884382787362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eewww... Get him away from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-1032167792299104599?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1032167792299104599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=1032167792299104599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/1032167792299104599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/1032167792299104599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-gift.html' title='My First Gift'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/Rw9BF7mgRuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lJHGRPUDQKY/s72-c/14092007037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-4151713388896477471</id><published>2007-09-12T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:05.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept 12 2007 is Luke's Day</title><content type='html'>Finally Luke Damien Wong Jun has arrived, 2.38pm at 3.03kg. His much awaited arrival has brought much tears of joy for both Yvonne and me. Yvonne started having contractions at about 4am this morning. It wasn't so painful and today happens to be her regular check-up with the gynae. Her contractions became more regular in the intervals of every 10 minutes while waiting for her turn see the doctor. When it was her turn, I told the doctor that Yvonne was having contractions and straight away the doctor checked the pelvic, she was already 3cm dilated. She had to warded then and there itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at the admission desk, the nurses called me to say that the doctor wanted to see me urgently, then there itself I knew that there was a problem. True enough, my son had defecated inside the womb and Yvonne had to go for an emergency caeserean. Not to our wanting, we had to opt for it in order to help save Luke from been drowned by his faeces. We actually wanted natural birth. After through it all, we are thankful to God that Luke's healthy and strong. His jaundice level is at the minimal level. Really thank God for all His blessings upon us as a family. Ask me if I'm thankful, I'll say 'Yes'. Ask me if I'm really happy? Yes, I feel like I'm on top of the world. It's all beyond words. An experience beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJJdTmPEPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ApvE_V4oUBA/s1600-h/13092007033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJJdTmPEPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ApvE_V4oUBA/s400/13092007033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112229294844612850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His very first picture on his very first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJIpDmPEOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MfmzRwC-83w/s1600-h/16092007040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJIpDmPEOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MfmzRwC-83w/s400/16092007040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112228397196447970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping on the couch. Someone said he's got style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-4151713388896477471?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4151713388896477471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=4151713388896477471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/4151713388896477471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/4151713388896477471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/09/sept-12-is-lukes-day.html' title='Sept 12 2007 is Luke&apos;s Day'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJJdTmPEPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ApvE_V4oUBA/s72-c/13092007033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-515691173079562568</id><published>2007-09-11T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:07.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Evolution</title><content type='html'>It has been a fascinating 9 months for us, from the day of conceiving to the final days of delivery of our little boy, Luke Damien Wong Jun. It is so unbelievable that God made women bear children, and the sight of seeing something moving in the womb is so 'out-of-this-world'. Till today, I still stand in awe. Here are some scanned pictures of Luke in the womb and you will see the progress of his growth. You have to figure out which is his head or spine. Have fun looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJAJjmPENI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Dmczd9B6vg4/s1600-h/8+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJAJjmPENI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Dmczd9B6vg4/s400/8+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112219059937546450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI_2TmPEMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f4SARRw8USs/s1600-h/11+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI_2TmPEMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f4SARRw8USs/s400/11+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112218729225064642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI_XzmPELI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9YeY2RzNJy0/s1600-h/16+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI_XzmPELI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9YeY2RzNJy0/s400/16+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112218205239054514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 16 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI_NTmPEKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M6UqK1cPAS4/s1600-h/19+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI_NTmPEKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M6UqK1cPAS4/s400/19+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112218024850428066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 19 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI-zTmPEJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DlXf3jLEiko/s1600-h/28a+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI-zTmPEJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DlXf3jLEiko/s400/28a+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112217578173829266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 28 weeks old His side profile with the curvature of his spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI-hzmPEII/AAAAAAAAADw/FtzDRexaBnI/s1600-h/28b+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI-hzmPEII/AAAAAAAAADw/FtzDRexaBnI/s400/28b+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112217277526118530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here you can see his face and arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI-RDmPEHI/AAAAAAAAADo/Qx_NyTiOGZE/s1600-h/31+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI-RDmPEHI/AAAAAAAAADo/Qx_NyTiOGZE/s400/31+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112216989763309682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 31 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI9rTmPEGI/AAAAAAAAADg/jumMRMtYPxc/s1600-h/35+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI9rTmPEGI/AAAAAAAAADg/jumMRMtYPxc/s400/35+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112216341223247970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 35 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI37zmPEFI/AAAAAAAAADY/8rxN9Nhbfa4/s1600-h/36+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvI37zmPEFI/AAAAAAAAADY/8rxN9Nhbfa4/s400/36+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112210027621322834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 36 weeks old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-515691173079562568?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/515691173079562568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=515691173079562568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/515691173079562568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/515691173079562568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/09/lukes-evolution.html' title='Luke&apos;s Evolution'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvJAJjmPENI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Dmczd9B6vg4/s72-c/8+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-4339397739946371895</id><published>2007-09-10T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:08:40.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About You</title><content type='html'>Been thinking about you alot lately. Memories and thoughts of our time together are still fresh, seems like it was just yesterday. Unfortunately, time has drifted us apart. Our constant communications seems to be something of the past. Our paths together came to a separation when we chose our own roads to follow. But through it all, I want you to know that you're remembered, in me, my thoughts and in my prayers. Thank you for those fond memories, my heart treasures. It would be nice to hear from you to know that you've read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-4339397739946371895?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4339397739946371895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=4339397739946371895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/4339397739946371895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/4339397739946371895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/09/thinking-about-you.html' title='Thinking About You'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-3255756773770685162</id><published>2007-08-19T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti</title><content type='html'>Here are some interesting graffiti I took down in KL. There are alot of these aspiring street artists around and some of their works are pretty good I must say. They carry a message each. But somehow, their works are not really appreciated by the public and by the municipal council. There are somemore which I've yet to take but you will see them soon. These are by an artist named SOMEONE. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN7rrmgRlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yXO0X4yZ0yA/s1600-h/14082007014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN7rrmgRlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yXO0X4yZ0yA/s400/14082007014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112565992364459602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN7r7mgRmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8UzU_C0BVuk/s1600-h/14082007019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN7r7mgRmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8UzU_C0BVuk/s400/14082007019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112565996659426914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN7sLmgRnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/juwtaIehsBw/s1600-h/14082007020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN6a7mgRiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yEZ5DSwSqFE/s400/14082007016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112564605090022946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN6HbmgRhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SgtOOezBZSA/s1600-h/14082007017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN6HbmgRhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SgtOOezBZSA/s400/14082007017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112564270082573842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN5qbmgRgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mLuCiIP-cuA/s1600-h/14082007021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN5qbmgRgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mLuCiIP-cuA/s400/14082007021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112563771866367490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RvN46rmgRfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SKMjCZgJc7s/s1600-h/14082007018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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This is Gabrianne. Annie and Justin's girl. Dax was dumbfounded by what she was trying to say, cos she was speaking gibberish. But she's really cute.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-555ae336166475fb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D555ae336166475fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330250157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D277FEA3BD08F4A573129DDB4D65BD4AE3FE207CE.1357A055D5BF8FA6BDD405F8879ED782615A157%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D555ae336166475fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxWiFk6oeUGcpmXpoU-MXbJNH_s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D555ae336166475fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330250157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D277FEA3BD08F4A573129DDB4D65BD4AE3FE207CE.1357A055D5BF8FA6BDD405F8879ED782615A157%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D555ae336166475fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxWiFk6oeUGcpmXpoU-MXbJNH_s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-5270756559325931836?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=555ae336166475fb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5270756559325931836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=5270756559325931836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5270756559325931836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5270756559325931836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-dumbfounded-by-kid.html' title='Man Dumbfounded by Kid'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-9042781056544751548</id><published>2007-01-10T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:12.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down South for Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>Yvonne and I headed down south to Singapore on early Boxing Day morning. It was not an excuse to go shopping there but rather it was to visit a grand aunt of mine. My godma had pestering us to go back because it had been three years since I've been back. So it was a great opportunity to also take a break from everything. The weather was bad when we were back there, it was raining day and night, night and day, non-stop. But that did not deter us from going out. Yvonne made me promised that we'll go out and not stay home and I kept to promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey down was pretty smooth. We took a coach down. When we hit Melaka, it was raining all the way. On the highway, you could see plantations been flooded with so much water and rivers bursting their banks. We reached Singapore in good timing. That afternoon itself, we went visiting my grand aunt. Had a good time chatting with her. For an eighty plus year old dame, she could still crack jokes and she's still strong. But the only sad thing is that she suffering from fourth stage cancer. Will deeply miss her when she "goes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came evening time, my god sis and her husband took us to a very nice sea food restaurant in Geylang just somewhere behind the red light district. We had so much crustaceans to eat. They are famous for their mee goreng. And the dinner was superb. The name of the restaurant was "No Sign Board". Very smart of them to think of that name. Apparently they have franchise outlets all over Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we headed down to Clarke Quay. They've change so much. We were there at the right time. Clarke Quay was repositioning itself as a One Stop Food and Dine and Drink location. The were promoting the place itself that week. And all the restaurants and clubs came out in full force to promote their joints. There were lots of free food and drinks flowing that night. And a live Spanish band all the way from the US performing. The atmosphere was energetic despite the downpour, the street was covered. I think over ate and drank for that night. The theme was Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaSsBKpzdvI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pwMUVXNAKk/s1600-h/DSC09312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaSsBKpzdvI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pwMUVXNAKk/s400/DSC09312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018325020837115634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A part of Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaSsBqpzdwI/AAAAAAAAABc/T0WSXHdTqzE/s1600-h/DSC09313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaSsBqpzdwI/AAAAAAAAABc/T0WSXHdTqzE/s400/DSC09313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018325029427050242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are next to a Mardi Gras Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night didn't stop for us. We headed over to the &lt;a href="http://www.fullertonhotel.com" target="_blank"&gt;Fullerton Hotel&lt;/a&gt; that. What the hotel is today was used to be the old general post office. It's really nice and has a certain epitome to it. Mind you, it's a six-star hotel. It's famous for their chocolates. No, we didn't get any for ourselves because everything sold inside is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP46pzdxI/AAAAAAAAABs/cl6CHsNmeTU/s1600-h/DSC09311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP46pzdxI/AAAAAAAAABs/cl6CHsNmeTU/s400/DSC09311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018364461521794834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside of Fullerton Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP5apzdyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/obOCm12s8Oc/s1600-h/DSC09309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP5apzdyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/obOCm12s8Oc/s400/DSC09309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018364470111729442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The old Cavenagh Bridge over Kallang River outside of Fullerton Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP5qpzdzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XYwM0gZFVaA/s1600-h/DSC09310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP5qpzdzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XYwM0gZFVaA/s400/DSC09310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018364474406696754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singapore still has horses and cows running around, here's the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP56pzd0I/AAAAAAAAACE/yJZG4ROEZnQ/s1600-h/DSC09308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTP56pzd0I/AAAAAAAAACE/yJZG4ROEZnQ/s400/DSC09308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018364478701664066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A shot of Clarke Quay from the Fullerton Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, we got up abit late after a long journey and late night, not forgetting the feasting. It's the very day we were looking forward to. It was &lt;a href="http://www.tonyromas-mms.com/Menu%20folder/menu.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tony Romas's&lt;/a&gt; pork ribs that made us looked forward to that day. The thought of it now makes me hungry. Soon after that we went on the Ducktour. We actually wanted to go on the Hippo tour but we didn't wanted to take the risk because the tour is on an open top double decker bus. We opted for the &lt;a href="http://www.ducktours.com.sg" target="_blank"&gt;Ducktours&lt;/a&gt; instead. You'll ride in this covered amphibious Vietnam war craft. It takes you from Suntec City into the Kallang River and then on road again to sight see landmarks. It's a very informative tour and fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYYqpzd1I/AAAAAAAAACM/7GjeTRuEa4Q/s1600-h/DSC09314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYYqpzd1I/AAAAAAAAACM/7GjeTRuEa4Q/s400/DSC09314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018373803075663698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There goes a "duck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYY6pzd2I/AAAAAAAAACU/rtrp4ckAj6A/s1600-h/DSC09315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYY6pzd2I/AAAAAAAAACU/rtrp4ckAj6A/s400/DSC09315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018373807370631010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A "duck" getting ready to go on dry land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYZKpzd3I/AAAAAAAAACc/XyMRbv5u0Lo/s1600-h/DSC09316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYZKpzd3I/AAAAAAAAACc/XyMRbv5u0Lo/s400/DSC09316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018373811665598322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just the 2 of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYZapzd4I/AAAAAAAAACk/XusGNP6NV7U/s1600-h/DSC09317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaTYZapzd4I/AAAAAAAAACk/XusGNP6NV7U/s400/DSC09317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018373815960565634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singapore city skyline from the river view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-9042781056544751548?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/9042781056544751548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=9042781056544751548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/9042781056544751548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/9042781056544751548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/01/down-south-for-boxing-day.html' title='Down South for Boxing Day'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaSsBKpzdvI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pwMUVXNAKk/s72-c/DSC09312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-5356415385391400652</id><published>2007-01-09T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:12.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas That Came And Gone</title><content type='html'>Christmas came and gone, with a blink of an eye, literally. With three months effort of practicing just for one day event or rather half a day. A good crowd turnout for the Christmas day. This year, I took part in the mime, wanted to try out something different just to expand my creativity. It was a good choice for me, gained some experiences in miming. I'm always looking out for new things and experiences to try. The mime team is pretty new, everyone in it were new to it. We had thoroughly enjoyed ourselves playing our individual roles, I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNZycM3cqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7KhjhHJ8o98/s1600-h/DSC09290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNZycM3cqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7KhjhHJ8o98/s400/DSC09290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017953132919354018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for our time to go on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNZysM3crI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g5VP6BD0F_8/s1600-h/DSC09291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNZysM3crI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g5VP6BD0F_8/s400/DSC09291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017953137214321330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNeM8M3csI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4OfPJk-wQo4/s1600-h/DSC09296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNeM8M3csI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4OfPJk-wQo4/s400/DSC09296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017957986232398530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNeNMM3ctI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZClvdqIv2po/s1600-h/DSC09301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNeNMM3ctI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZClvdqIv2po/s400/DSC09301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017957990527365842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graceful dancers, Faith and Joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-5356415385391400652?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5356415385391400652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=5356415385391400652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5356415385391400652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/5356415385391400652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-that-came-and-gone.html' title='The Christmas That Came And Gone'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RaNZycM3cqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7KhjhHJ8o98/s72-c/DSC09290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-3383325034194522586</id><published>2006-12-20T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:48:11.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenstreet</title><content type='html'>We were invited to help out in the one of the worship session for Teenstreet. You may wonder what is Teenstreet all about. Well, it's sort of like a holiday camp for the teens but it's a Christian camp. It's run by OM. Anyways, as I was saying, we were asked to help out. And I was appointed as the worship leader. It was a struggle for me at first to agree to take up that role. It's because I've not done anything like this for a long time with the youth. It was more of not knowing what to sing. I relented at first but finally I'd said 'yes' to them, after much thoughts and prayer. Gave alot of thoughts to the songs and finally had insights into which songs to sing. I remembered that when God commits you to a task, it's because He knows you're the best person to do that task. If you decline, He can always replace you with someone else. But then the impact will not be as the same as originally planned by Him. It took alot of faith for me to have made that decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had only a couple of practices prior to the event itself. We'd travelled all the way down to Mantin, where Teenstreet was held, on a Sunday afternoon after our Christmas practice. I was abit tired and jittery, after a whole day in church and didn't know what to expect from the crowd. I must really thank God for He had seen us thru all the way and thank God for the team of musicians and singers, for without them, I do not know what to do. To cut the long story short, the youth were ministered by the songs sung, even though it was for only 15 minutes. They were a great bunch of youth, very responsive. I wished we had really spend time with the youth, to get to know them. It was difficult for all of us to get leave from work, if not we would have stayed with them throughout the whole entire camp. Hmmmm... maybe, there'll be an opportunity for us to do so. It'll be great to encourage them. See lives get touched and changed. They're our future leaders of our country. I'll try to post some pictures here, if I can got hold of some. If you want to know more about what happen in Teenstreet, you may check out &lt;a href="http://www.g3ewhiz.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Valerie's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-3383325034194522586?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3383325034194522586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=3383325034194522586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/3383325034194522586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/3383325034194522586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/12/teenstreet.html' title='Teenstreet'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-3326067668077697186</id><published>2006-12-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Invited</title><content type='html'>Blessed Christmas to all of you, who are reading this. I want to take this opportunity to personally invite you to join us in a wonderful celebration on the 25th December 2006. That is provided if you're in Malaysia. Please treat this as a personal invitation. See you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RYj38tC5FyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mRtOUbeFaFY/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RYj38tC5FyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mRtOUbeFaFY/s400/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010527207705614114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RYj389C5FzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SXXeYh20Krw/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RYj389C5FzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SXXeYh20Krw/s400/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010527212000581426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone! And a blessed New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-3326067668077697186?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3326067668077697186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=3326067668077697186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/3326067668077697186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/3326067668077697186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re Invited'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQuGIFv8FfA/RYj38tC5FyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mRtOUbeFaFY/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-116316721170812436</id><published>2006-11-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:00:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' The Season</title><content type='html'>We're almost at the end of the year. Many events are lined up for most of us. Christmas is the season of giving and also sharing. Making a list of gifts to be bought. Friends and families getting together to celebrate joyous moments. There are so many events happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of them is the Youth Camp. For the youth, this is the event they look forward to yearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/armour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/armour.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you're a youth, make a date with them. You'll definitely enjoy yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-116316721170812436?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116316721170812436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=116316721170812436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116316721170812436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116316721170812436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; The Season'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-116297520791331214</id><published>2006-11-08T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:40:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>We're almost at the tail end of the year. I was just reflecting back the days, weeks, months that have come and gone. How fast time has passed us by. I'm really thankful for my business, how God has been there all the way to see my business thru. I've recently heard that there are many companies in the same nature of business that I am in now, are either in financial dilemma or have already folded. Though growth may not be as rapid as I want it to be but I'm thankful, probably He knows what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see people who are doing well in life, I sometimes want to have a piece of that pie. Well I guess, it's not time for me yet. This month is surprisingly busy for us. So much jobs coming in. Been so busy that I've not even started with the church Christmas flyer. I must really find time to start work on it soon because Christmas is just around the corner. But thank God, I've already an idea of how the concept of the flyer would look like. Hope it will turn out well. Most of all, that people would respond to the invitation. That's all for now. Back to work for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-116297520791331214?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116297520791331214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=116297520791331214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116297520791331214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116297520791331214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/11/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-116237011577286231</id><published>2006-11-01T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:46:44.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Holiday Season and Good Company</title><content type='html'>Hari Raya was a great time and break for many of us. For us, we went to Cameron Highlands. It was a long and windy drive. The weather up there, during the day it was frightfully warm and came evening onwards, it was delightfully cool to cold. I've learned something, not to plan a trip during a long holiday season, it was jammed at certain parts of the highland. What was more enjoyable, was the company of people. This is the first time I'm actually posting pictures for you to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/cars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cars milling on both sides of one narrow road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was so tight that we've all decided to abandon our vehicles and walk the mile up to Sg. Palas Boh Tea Centre. It was a nice breezy walk up. Had opportunities to stop to look at the scenic tea plantation and even dipped our feet into the cool stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/ynme%20plantation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/ynme%20plantation.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yvonne and me in Boh tea plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/trooping%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/trooping%20up.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trooping up to the Sg. Palas teahouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/sg%20palas%20far.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/sg%20palas%20far.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sg. Palas teahouse from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/sg%20palas%20close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/sg%20palas%20close.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sg. Palas close-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/welcome%20to%20boh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/welcome%20to%20boh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to Sg. Palas Boh tea centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Boh Tea Centre, you do not have to worry about being hungry after trodding the hills. You will an array of pastries, savouries and not forgetting teas, to fill your hunger pangs and parched throats. Make sure you get the best tables especially the deck area overlooking the tea valley and hills. You'll be awed by the sight and air. With the cool weather, you should have a hot cuppa with your dearest, you'll be warm all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/cakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/sconesnpies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/sconesnpies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pies and scones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/teacino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/teacino.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teacino cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/salad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice fresh salad to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/teapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/teapot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big warm teapot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/rachel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Rachel, erm..... Rae Ann?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/double.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/double.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seeing double. Can't blame me for not able to tell them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/ynme%20valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/ynme%20valley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tea valley behind us. Crisp cool air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/a%20cuppa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/a%20cuppa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Join us for a cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/crazy%20frens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/crazy%20frens.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good company of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/frens%20crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/frens%20crazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erm.... good company of friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/grp%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/grp%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/grp%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/grp%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/crazy%20moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/crazy%20moment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy moment with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/everyone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in one picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/piking%20tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/piking%20tea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picking tea leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're in Cameron Highlands, make sure you have a steamboat meal. The vegetables are so fresh you can even taste its freshness. They are exceptionally crunchy and tasty. The corn served is so sweet that you can even eat it raw and not to mention juicy too. A steamboat meal is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/waiting%204%20steamboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/waiting%204%20steamboat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner time. Organic steamboat. Really sweet vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/chimney%20steamboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/chimney%20steamboat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Golly! Look at that chimney on the steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/pergola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/pergola.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A scene under the pergola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/farm%20valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/farm%20valley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The farming valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/swbr%20stiks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/swbr%20stiks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy sticks of strawberries ready to be dipped into a fresh pot of honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/strwb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/strwb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red juicy strawberries ready to be picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Highlands sure has lots of beautiful flowers. Almost everywhere we went, we could see them in full bloom. They come in assorted of colours and sizes. It was indeed a feast for the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/flwr%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/flwr%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/flwr%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/flwr%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/flwr%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/flwr%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/flwr%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/flwr%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/flwr%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/flwr%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the chance to drop into &lt;a href="http://www.cameronhighlandsresort.com" target="_blank"&gt;YTL's Cameron Highlands Resort&lt;/a&gt; for a spot of tea. It was a pleasant experience. This resort used to be owned by the Merlin, it has been refurbished and bought over by YTL. It's a very nice place to be in, rather quaint I must say. May consider going there for our anniversary. We've been to &lt;a href="http://www.pangkorlautresort.com" target="_blank"&gt;YTL's Pangkor Laut Resort&lt;/a&gt; and it was a delighful tropical experience altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/ytl%20rest.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/ytl%20rest.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are enjoying a spot of tea in Jim Thomson's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/ynme%20ytl.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/ynme%20ytl.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice big windows behind us, looks out to a wonderful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/ytl%20room%20balc.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/ytl%20room%20balc.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's what was behind us, room balconies. It's very colonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/ynme%20ytl%20resort.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/ynme%20ytl%20resort.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitted cosily with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/grp%20ytl.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/grp%20ytl.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The staircase to the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to another holiday trip. Year end's coming, I should start planning for a next destination to head to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-116237011577286231?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116237011577286231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=116237011577286231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116237011577286231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116237011577286231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-holiday-season-and-good-company.html' title='A Great Holiday Season and Good Company'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-116227745814298142</id><published>2006-10-31T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:00:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watches Galore</title><content type='html'>I had just recently purchased myself three watches. Not did I just bought for myself, I've got for Yvonne too. I have this weakness for watches. It was even wonderful because I've got them for a steal. Here are pictures of my new lovely watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Bulgari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/DSC06948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/DSC06948.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Franck Muller (Crazy Hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/DSC06949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/DSC06949.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an Oris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/1600/DSC06947.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5886/526/400/DSC06947.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be my last buy for the year. Don't want to spend too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-116227745814298142?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116227745814298142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=116227745814298142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116227745814298142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116227745814298142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/watches-galore.html' title='Watches Galore'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-116132356116508554</id><published>2006-10-20T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:55:31.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Thing</title><content type='html'>I had done the most weirdest thing which I've never done before. And for someone with the right frame of mind would not even think of doing it. Just don't know overcame me. What happen was, I was reading the Asian Beacon June/July '03 issue this morning. I happen to chance upon this article written by a local evangelist, HT Long. It was an article written by him about himself. Wrote about his life and how he became an evangelist. And even talked about his ministry. His mobile number was listed at the end of the article. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading his article, I just felt a sense of need to send him an sms to encourage him. Look, I don't even know him apart from the brief reading about him. And so I did send him an sms, telling how encouraged I was reading his article. And told him to keep up the good work. Left him with a scripture from my quiet time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:4-7 &lt;br /&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I've not receive any reply from him. Probably thinks I'm some sort of a weirdo. Well at least for me, I know I did something right and I feel right doing it. Hope my sms went well with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-116132356116508554?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116132356116508554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=116132356116508554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116132356116508554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/116132356116508554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-thing.html' title='Weird Thing'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-115639244191605831</id><published>2006-08-24T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:07:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really glad</title><content type='html'>It feels really good when someone really appreciates what you've done for them or even seeing a smile on that person's face or even making a difference in one's life. It's like an energy that gives you that boost of life and your week will seem different because of that. And that was what I had experienced. It was an awesome feeling that gave a great kick start for the week. I'm hoping to have more of these to come. I want to put in more smiles on people's faces. Giving is better than receiving. Looking forward to touching lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-115639244191605831?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115639244191605831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=115639244191605831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/115639244191605831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/115639244191605831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-really-glad.html' title='I&apos;m really glad'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-111830010827100041</id><published>2006-06-22T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:28:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Waiting Process</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has been quite awhile now since I've last penned my thoughts down, probably about a year ago. Well, just wanted to share that finally my prophecy is slowly coming to reality. See, what happen in the church family camp sometime in 2004, I was singled out by the camp speaker on the very first meeting itself just before he started preaching. God had put a word in his heart that He wants me to be a preacher. Man, I'm no preacher nor teacher. By the way, if you are church musician, try not to be too flamboyant in your playing, you'll definitely attract the unwanted attention of visiting speakers. That's why I was singled out and that's where I'm caught in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that camp, God has been working in me, somewhat not in a very significant manner. But indeed I can see that He is moulding me, very subtly. I think His first step is to start me off by training me to be a Care Group leader. I guess that's where I know if I can truly care for people, really show real love and share my life with them, the qualities of leader. It's a character moulding process. So far it has been good, no qualms about it. But the only difficulty for me is teaching. I never had that gift of teaching and I find it such a struggle doing so. Not letting it get into me. I'm sure with determination, I'll be able to tread through whatever circumstances laid ahead of me. Well, here goes nothing. Taking the plunge of my life now. Yahoo! Geranimo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-111830010827100041?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111830010827100041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=111830010827100041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/111830010827100041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/111830010827100041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-waiting-process.html' title='Long Waiting Process'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-110932537505949785</id><published>2005-02-25T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:56:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Upon your request Val, I'm gonna start writing about myself. The things that I like and the things that I hate. And to write about the goings in my life so that those of you out there reading my blog would know me better through my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, just a couple of weeks back, someone told me that I should smile more often. I've been told that I look pretty gloomy and fierce when I don't smile. What actually triggered this look is that I've been through alot in life. The most fortunate thing is that I've let go alot of these burdens that have been tying me down. I think it all began two years back when my mom was suffering from cancer. And at the same time I was really unhappy with my working conditions with my previous company to top it all. Juggling work, my mom's condition and finances to meet my mom's medical bills wasn't an easy task. Many people said that I should leave it all into God's hands, trust me I've tried and it wasn't easy. For those of you who have been through my circumstances would understand. Loosing my mom was like loosing a big part of my life, coupled with having to finally resign from my company, means no income, it was highly stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through life with many obstacles. Some obstacles are easy to overcome and some are very difficult and painful to go through. My countenance has changed tremendously ever since then. Even after that I've gone through with some dissapointments in life with myself and with people I've cherished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, all these have passed away. And I'm looking ahead with my head held high. Now, I will regain my "smiling" countenance which I've lost. Probably also my jovial old self too. There you go Valz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-110932537505949785?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110932537505949785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=110932537505949785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110932537505949785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110932537505949785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046212.post-110699216396022748</id><published>2005-01-29T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:54:32.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Of The Beast 666</title><content type='html'>This is just something I would like to share with you all. I believe that it only boils down to what is in your heart. If you're not for God, you then already carrying the mark yourself. Make your stand today, in your heart for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Scriptures, the &lt;a href="http://www.tldm.org/News4/MarkoftheBeast.htm" target="_blank"&gt;"MARK OF THE BEAST"&lt;/a&gt; is received on the right hand or forehead. With modern technology, it is very possible that this mark may be directly linked with a computer chip. But regardless if it is or isn't, everyone who is living immediately before the return of Christ will be forced to take this mark in order to buy or sell anything: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name. This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666" (Rev. 13:16-18). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this mark, which will be universally issued around the entire world, MUST NOT be received under any circumstances, even by Christians! Scripture goes on to say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice: 'If ANYONE worships the beast and his image and receives his mark on the forehead or on the hand, he, too, will drink of the wine of God's fury, which has been poured full strength into the cup of his wrath. He will be tormented with burning sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and of the Lamb. And the smoke of their torment rises for ever and ever. There is no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and his image, or for anyone who receives the mark of his name. This calls for patient endurance on the part of THE SAINTS who obey God's commandments and remain faithful to Jesus' " (Rev. 14:9-12). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mark will definitely be issued one day, as Scripture declares, the eternal destiny for all who receive that mark will also be in accordance with Scripture! Do not be deceived about this. If you are a Christian, you MUST NOT take this mark or you, too, will miss the kingdom of God and suffer eternal torment over this single act of disobedience, according to Scripture! If the popular teaching of eternal security (also known as the perseverance of the saints) was true, Rev. 14:9-12 would be an impossibility! So don't be deceived by the teaching of eternal security. You must endure to the end to be saved (Matt. 10:22; Heb. 3:14; Rev. 2:10,11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who make the eternal mistake of receiving the mark and worshiping the beast and/or his image will be deceived by accompanying miraculous signs and wonders: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the beast was captured, and with him the false prophet who had performed the miraculous signs on his behalf. With these signs he had deluded those who had received the mark of the beast and worshiped his image. The two of them were thrown alive into the fiery lake of burning sulfur" (Rev. 19:20). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he performed great and miraculous signs, even causing fire to come down from heaven to earth in full view of men. Because of the signs he was given power to do on behalf of the first beast, he deceived the inhabitants of the earth. He ordered them to set up an image in honor of the beast who was wounded by the sword and yet lived. He was given power to give breath to the image of the first beast, so that it could speak and cause all who refused to worship the image to be killed" (Rev 13:13-15). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The coming of the lawless one will be in accordance with the work of Satan displayed in all kinds of counterfeit miracles, signs and wonders, and in every sort of evil that deceives those who are perishing. They perish because they refused to love the truth and so be saved. For this reason God sends them a powerful delusion so that they will believe the lie and so that all will be condemned who have not believed the truth but have delighted in wickedness" (2 Thess. 2:9-12). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who refuse to receive the mark of the beast and worship his image are referred to in the following passage. These are the same ones who obey God's commandments and remain faithful to Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw thrones on which were seated those who had been given authority to judge. And I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded because of their testimony for Jesus and because of the word of God. They had not worshiped the beast or his image and had not received his mark on their foreheads or their hands. They came to life and reigned with Christ a thousand years. (The rest of the dead did not come to life until the thousand years were ended.) This is the first resurrection. Blessed and holy are those who have part in the first resurrection. The second death has no power over them, but they will be priests of God and of Christ and will reign with him for a thousand years" (Rev. 20:4-6). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please notice, the "first resurrection" will not occur until the mark of the beast is made available! The first resurrection is for those who have done good and will rise to live, as opposed to those who have done evil and will rise to be condemned (Jn. 5:29). YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE A PERSONAL DECISION REGARDING THE MARK OF THE BEAST THROUGH A PRE-TRIBULATION RAPTURE. Regarding "that day" or "our being gathered to him" (2 Thess. 2:1), the Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let anyone deceive you in any way, for that day will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the man doomed to destruction" (2 Thess. 2:3). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who remain faithful to the Lord Jesus will refuse this mark, but will be beheaded as a result. This same fate for the God fearing who endure to the end is also mentioned in the following passage with another possibility for "the saints":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was given power to make war against THE SAINTS and to conquer them. And he was given authority over every tribe, people, language and nation. All inhabitants of the earth will worship the beast -- all whose names have not been written in the book of life belonging to the Lamb that was slain from the creation of the world. He who has an ear, let him hear. If anyone is to go into captivity, into captivity he will go. If anyone is to be killed with the sword, with the sword he will be killed. This calls for patient endurance and faithfulness on the part of THE SAINTS" (Rev. 13:7-10). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear reader, if you die in the Lord as a consequence of refusing the mark of the beast, please realize that you will immediately be in the presence of the Lord in "Paradise" (Lk. 23:43). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding physical death for a Christian, Paul wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord" (2 Cor. 5:8). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far" (Phil. 1:21,23). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGARDLESS WHAT HAPPENS, DO NOT TAKE THE MARK! There will be many who will accept it at this time. Great pressure will be on you also to conform to their example. Miracles from satanic power will deceive many into taking the mark. YOU MUST REMAIN TRUE TO GOD, EVEN IF YOU GET BEHEADED OR GO INTO CAPTIVITY AS A CONSEQUENCE. YOUR ETERNAL DESTINY HANGS IN THE BALANCE with this single act, if we are the last generation. Pass this vital information on to other people with whom you are acquainted. If we are the last generation, this could be the most important message they will ever learn. It may make the difference in where they will spend all of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They overcame him [the devil] by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death" (Rev. 12:11). "Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell" (Matt. 10:28). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-110699216396022748?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110699216396022748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=110699216396022748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110699216396022748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110699216396022748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/mark-of-beast-666.html' title='Mark Of The Beast 666'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-110689207231015070</id><published>2005-01-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:49:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaks?</title><content type='html'>These people are as normal as we are in many ways. But the only thing is that they have deformities, not that they've made themselves to be like this. Normal people tend to look at them as freaks or monsters, but fail to realise that they are in many ways human with deformities. As much as they would love to lead a normal life, it is indeed difficult for most. But some has suceeded in doing so, and even having a family of their own. They have the same needs like all human beings, acceptance, understanding and most of all love. You may read about them at &lt;a href="http://phreeque.tripod.com" target="_blank"&gt;FREAKS&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you who have a faint heart are advised not to log in, but for those of you who wants to know more, please look pass their outward appereance and into their hearts and the inner person in them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-110689207231015070?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110689207231015070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=110689207231015070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110689207231015070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110689207231015070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/freaks.html' title='Freaks?'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-110680935073626000</id><published>2005-01-27T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:02:30.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahweh</title><content type='html'>Take these shoes &lt;br /&gt;Click clacking down some dead end street &lt;br /&gt;Take these shoes &lt;br /&gt;And make them fit &lt;br /&gt;Take this shirt &lt;br /&gt;Polyester white trash made in nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Take this shirt &lt;br /&gt;And make it clean, clean &lt;br /&gt;Take this soul &lt;br /&gt;Stranded in some skin and bones &lt;br /&gt;Take this soul &lt;br /&gt;And make it sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;br /&gt;Always pain before a child is born &lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;br /&gt;Still I’m waiting for the dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these hands &lt;br /&gt;Teach them what to carry &lt;br /&gt;Take these hands &lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a fist &lt;br /&gt;Take this mouth &lt;br /&gt;So quick to criticise &lt;br /&gt;Take this mouth &lt;br /&gt;Give it a kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;br /&gt;Always pain before a child is born &lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;br /&gt;Still I’m waiting for the dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up &lt;br /&gt;The sun is coming up on the ocean &lt;br /&gt;This love is like a drop in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;This love is like a drop in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;br /&gt;Always pain before a child is born &lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, tell me now &lt;br /&gt;Why the dark before the dawn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this city &lt;br /&gt;A city should be shining on a hill &lt;br /&gt;Take this city &lt;br /&gt;If it be your will &lt;br /&gt;What no man can own, no man can take &lt;br /&gt;Take this heart &lt;br /&gt;Take this heart &lt;br /&gt;Take this heart &lt;br /&gt;And make it break &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-110680935073626000?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110680935073626000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=110680935073626000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110680935073626000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110680935073626000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/yahweh.html' title='Yahweh'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-110680841556930447</id><published>2005-01-27T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:46:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Outside</title><content type='html'>Inside outside, under my skin&lt;br /&gt;Never ending love I don’t know where it begins?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where it ends, I don’t know how high&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how deep, I don’t know how wide&lt;br /&gt;Outside inside around the world&lt;br /&gt;Never ending love envelops me like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;I feel You in front, I feel You behind &lt;br /&gt;I feel You up above, And I feel You at the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You, You’re all over me, You’re all over me&lt;br /&gt;Your banner is over me, I give it all ‘cos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still captivate me, fascinate me&lt;br /&gt;You still captivate me, saturate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside outside, pulling me in&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I run I know You’ll never give in&lt;br /&gt;I see You in the storm, I see You in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been around the world and never found a love like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all over me, You’re all over me&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I’m all over You, You’re everything I want to see&lt;br /&gt;You’re all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still captivate me, fascinate me&lt;br /&gt;You still captivate me, saturate me&lt;br /&gt;You still captivate me, liberate me&lt;br /&gt;You still captivate me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-110680841556930447?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110680841556930447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=110680841556930447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110680841556930447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/110680841556930447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/inside-outside.html' title='Inside Outside'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-109791370134045133</id><published>2004-10-16T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T16:01:41.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Back The Clock</title><content type='html'>Another day is ended&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Remembering my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;I begin to weep&lt;br /&gt;If I could have it over&lt;br /&gt;Live my life again&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could turn back the clock&lt;br /&gt;Bring the wheels of time to a stop&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days when life was so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying here in silence&lt;br /&gt;Picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Of a boy I still resemble&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer understand&lt;br /&gt;And as the tears run freely&lt;br /&gt;How I realise they were the best years of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could turn back the clock&lt;br /&gt;Bring the wheels of time to a stop&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days when life was so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say it's just&lt;br /&gt;A case of giving up&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;But without these memories where is the love&lt;br /&gt;(So) Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have it over&lt;br /&gt;Live my life again&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could turn back the clock&lt;br /&gt;Bring the wheels of time to a stop&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days when life was so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn back the clock&lt;br /&gt;Bring the wheels of time to a stop&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;Life was so good&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back if I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I wouldn't change a single day&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the memories slip away&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a single day&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the memories slip away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-109791370134045133?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/109791370134045133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=109791370134045133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109791370134045133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109791370134045133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2004/10/turn-back-clock.html' title='Turn Back The Clock'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-109765728857305032</id><published>2004-10-13T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:48:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>Did you know? . . .&lt;br /&gt;In ancient England single people could not have sex unless they had consent of the king. When people wanted to have a baby, they had to get the consent of the king, and the king gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F. U. C. K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it. Hence that's where the word Fuck came from. Now, aren't you glad you learned something new today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acronym stands for "For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge," a legal offense of a few centuries back regarding out-of-wedlock, underage, etc. coupling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is true?? Or are they both false. Your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-109765728857305032?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/109765728857305032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=109765728857305032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109765728857305032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109765728857305032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2004/10/famous-four-letter-word.html' title='Famous Four Letter Word'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-109765457872526913</id><published>2004-10-13T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:59:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT!! What it means.</title><content type='html'>In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported by ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also before commercial fertilizer's invention, so large shipments of manure were common. It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, it not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a &lt;br /&gt;by-product is methane gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could(and did) happen. Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM! Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening. After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the term "Ship High In Transit" on them which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production &lt;br /&gt;of methane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus evolved the term "S.H.I.T," which has come down through the Centuries and is in use to this very day. You probably did not know the true history of this word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-109765457872526913?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/109765457872526913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=109765457872526913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109765457872526913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109765457872526913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2004/10/shit-what-it-means_13.html' title='SHIT!! What it means.'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-109755664758377043</id><published>2004-10-12T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:50:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill&lt;br /&gt;As the day begs the night for mercy&lt;br /&gt;Your sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars&lt;br /&gt;Carved into stone on the face of earth&lt;br /&gt;The moon is up and over One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;We see the sun go down in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You ran like river to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Like a river to the sea&lt;br /&gt;And in our world a heart of darkness, a firezone&lt;br /&gt;Where poets speak their hearts, then bleed for it&lt;br /&gt;Jara sang his song, a weapon, in the hands of love&lt;br /&gt;You know his blood still cries from the ground&lt;br /&gt;It runs like a river to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Like a river to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts&lt;br /&gt;While bullets rape the nights of the merciful&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;We run like a river to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Like a river to the sea &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-109755664758377043?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/109755664758377043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=109755664758377043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109755664758377043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109755664758377043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-109755628440967851</id><published>2004-10-12T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:44:44.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With or Without You</title><content type='html'>See the stone set in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the thorn twist in your side&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And I wait...without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;You give it all but I want more&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;My body bruised, she's got me with&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to win&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else to lose&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8046212-109755628440967851?l=mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/feeds/109755628440967851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8046212&amp;postID=109755628440967851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109755628440967851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8046212/posts/default/109755628440967851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalfreakshow.blogspot.com/2004/10/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or Without You'/><author><name>MentalFreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274598163175827752</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-8046212.post-109747944192826642</id><published>2004-10-11T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:54:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle warfare!!!!</title><content type='html'>Had a great time yesterday!!! Woo hoo!!!! Played a game with airsoft guns in a rainforest. It was a blast. Had a couple of leech bites, one on my shin and one near my b**ls, which left my pants stained with blood but what the heck, it was worth it. The most important thing was that we had fun. I must say that you need to have stamina, we had to run from one hill through a river to the next hill to infiltrate the "defenders" camp or fortress to rescue hostages and to recover the flag. The jungle was very densed, it was exiliarating as you don't know where your "enemies" are hiding. The only way to find out where your "enemies" are hidden is to catch any sudden movements among the trees. Had abit of rain, that made it more difficult as the ground became more muddier and slippery. Fell alot of times, had cuts, bruises, insect and leech bites and pellet shots too all over. But what the hey, it is not a "battle" if you don't have any war scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next session to come. Missions are much more interesting as compared to CQB (close quarter combats) because here you can't anticipate when your enemies may strike. My little uzi still does the best job in giving great cover shots. I'll never part with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some interesting &lt;a href="http://www.uncompany.com" target="_blank"&gt;GUNS&lt;/a&gt; to view. I wished that they are legal here. 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