<?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-35585543</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:06:05.656-08:00</updated><category term='gossips'/><category term='ck'/><category term='family matters'/><title type='text'>xiao lai</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog is about me &amp; the people around me. a cronicles of real life stories. have fun!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02589028068036030720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35585543.post-8764679584115053736</id><published>2006-11-28T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:56:07.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ck'/><title type='text'>Get High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will always remember that one special birthday party that i had in 2005. that was the first time i had a birthday party as a grown up. it was my 31 birthday. i have fixed the party on a saturday night so that my friends &amp; colleagues can turn up. to my surprise, more than 12 people turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started off the night with a dinner at season's cafe taman pelangi. there were ed, yi &amp;amp; daughter, sue, don, FL, alice &amp; micky. sue, don &amp;amp; FL purposely came in from singapore to attend the dinner &amp; party. i was really touched. once everybody has settled down nicely at the long table &amp;amp; ordered their respective choice of food, i began to take photos with everyone. some were photo shy. but i forced them anyway. we chatted...we make jokes...we laughed...we gossiped...we shared opinions... i thought we were the noisiest people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the meal, we proceeded to ye lai xiang. a very popular disco back then. ed booked a big room. the room was nicely decorated with balloons &amp; ribbons. there was also a karaoke set for people to sing. ed ordered one round of beer for the first comers. i started the ball rolling by choosing a few popular songs. as i was not a good singer, i passed the mick around. being the birthday man, i demanded everyone to sing at least a song. they all gave in to my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly other friends arrived. stan &amp;amp;amp; friend, may &amp; friend, elaine, wk, helen &amp;amp; yap. more rounds of beer flowed in. i was busy serving beer. not wanting to see any empty glasses around. i also bottoms up with a few friends. yi &amp; helen bought a orange colour short sleeve shirt with squares for me. i liked the shirt &amp;amp; wore it immediately. stan said that i looked smart in that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies when you are having fun. it was 12 midnight. time to cut the birthday cake. the cake was given free of charge by the disco. may &amp; ed sang the birthday song in mandarin, english &amp;amp; cantonese. i made a wish, cut the cake &amp; distributed to everyone. the taste was bad though. a lot of leftovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then ed turned off the lights and switched the karaoke set to play disco music. everyone just run wild &amp;amp; danced. i could see people shouting &amp; screaming. i could see all kinds of movement. at this time, ed &amp;amp; may went out of the room and bought some pills. they ate 2 and the balance was mixed with beer. they poured the beer into small glasses and passed around. i drank a bit unknowingly &amp; felt the effect instantly. i was high and full of energy. just could not stop dancing. i danced until i was exhausted &amp;amp; rested on the sofa. but some friends still pulled me up from the sofa to dance. i kindly rejected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we danced until around 5 in the morning and left. ed, i &amp; yap felt hungry &amp;amp; had breakfast at the kopitiam near our house. when we reached home, it was almost 7 in the morning. we just slept the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was a great party but i was unhappy with ed &amp; may. they should not have bought the pills. it was wrong. i just hope that they realise it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35585543-8764679584115053736?l=cklittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/feeds/8764679584115053736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35585543&amp;postID=8764679584115053736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/8764679584115053736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/8764679584115053736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-high.html' title='Get High'/><author><name>ck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02589028068036030720</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-35585543.post-4479639638462203799</id><published>2006-11-19T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:48:28.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossips'/><title type='text'>Waiting for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS is another good friend of my girl friend. they have known each other since university days. they used to be housemates too. after graduation, they went separate ways. she went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; to seek better fortunes while my girl friend stay put at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. they still keep in touch all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have seen her 2-3 times but i feel that she is a nice girl. however, she is still single all these years. she hasn't really fall in love before. when she was working in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;, she used to attend all sorts of activities in order to get to know some nice guys &amp; eventually her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; right. but her efforts were in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girl friend did helped her once. she introduced PS to a guy friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt; from her hometown who works in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. it was a week day. we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; City Square to meet them after work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt; was there first. then came PS. she was late. caught in the jam at the causeway. we went to a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; restaurant to have our dinner. my girl friend started to create topic after topic of conversation. not wanting any moment of silence to set in. PS was shy and reserved. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt; was more pro-active. he managed to struck a few conversation with PS. As i was new to PS &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt;, i didn't talk much. but i still managed to sprung a few silly jokes here and there just to enlighten the atmosphere. by the time we finished our meal, it was already late. we decided to call it a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that day was the first &amp; last time they see each other. PS moved to Yong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; to be a partner in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kindergarden&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt; was juggling time between his work, looking after his bookshop &amp;amp; attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; medicine course. may be they will find their life partner one fine day. just need to keep trying &amp;amp; never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35585543-4479639638462203799?l=cklittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/feeds/4479639638462203799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35585543&amp;postID=4479639638462203799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/4479639638462203799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/4479639638462203799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-for-love.html' title='Waiting for Love'/><author><name>ck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02589028068036030720</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-35585543.post-3983583505280462917</id><published>2006-11-14T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:05:35.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossips'/><title type='text'>Elle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she is my ex-colleague. i shall refer her as elle. my girl friend is her good friend. she always share secrets with my girl friend. so i got to know some of her secrets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is married with 2 boys. i always thought that she is happily married to her husband. but i was wrong. i was shocked to learn that she had an affair with her ex-colleague. the affair started way before she was married. that guy was a married man too. she cited that they were made for each other. she always ponder why they didn't meet earlier. the affair lasted for a few years without her husband's knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;to my surprise, they broke off a few months ago. elle found another lover. her friend introduced her to this guy from KL. a married man too. they hit it off instantly. she even went to KL to meet him. he also came down to JB. he would call her during lunch time &amp;amp; send her sms. she was very excited. she was likely falling in love all over again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;unfortunately, her husband found out about her affair. they had several heated arguments. she threatened to divorce her husband. her husband loves her very much. not wanting her to leave, he allowed her to continue her affair. this is unbelievable. how could he let his wife do such thing?!!! he even tried to woo his wife back... ... ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;it has been 3 months since elle left our company. my girl friend met her once and asked her about her affair with the KL guy. she just said that they seldom contact each other now. seems like the KL guy's wife gave birth recently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope that she has realised that she has done something terribly wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35585543-3983583505280462917?l=cklittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/feeds/3983583505280462917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35585543&amp;postID=3983583505280462917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/3983583505280462917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/3983583505280462917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/2006/11/elle.html' title='Elle'/><author><name>ck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02589028068036030720</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35585543.post-116349742977531260</id><published>2006-11-14T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:12:36.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ck'/><title type='text'>Resignation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;two weeks ago i took a half day leave to attend an interview at pasir gudang. the position was accounts executive. this job was highly recommended by my university friend who works there as the group finance manager. to be fair, i was interviewed by the finance manager. the interview went on smoothly. 2 days later, i got a call from them. they wanted to hire me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was an easy choice for most people. just pack your bags &amp; tender your resignation. it wasn't so for me. first of all, i am leaving a company that i have been working for more than 3 1/2 years. i have met some good friends in this company. i feel sad leaving them. then i have got a really nice manager who has been good to me all this while. if not for him, i won't be working in this company at the first place. just feel like i have disappointed him. the worst is that i have to forgo my bonus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also thought about the good points for joining the new company. i will have a slightly better pay. i will be given more job responsibilities &amp;amp; exposure to other aspects of accounting which is good for my career advancement. i will be meeting new people in a new environment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i even consulted my parents &amp;amp; girl friend. they all advised me to join the new company. finally, i have reached a painful decision. i tender my resignation last friday. my manager wanted to persuade me to stay on. but i have made up my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't know what is in store for me in the new company but i am willing to take up the challenges. i hope that i have make the right decision. keeping my finger crossed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35585543-116349742977531260?l=cklittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/feeds/116349742977531260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35585543&amp;postID=116349742977531260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/116349742977531260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/116349742977531260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/2006/11/resignation.html' title='Resignation'/><author><name>ck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02589028068036030720</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-35585543.post-116122966439167393</id><published>2006-10-18T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:13:38.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family matters'/><title type='text'>Ah Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he is 62 &amp; i am 32. we are 30 years apart. we look quite alike though. without him there is no me. yup!!! he is my dad. i call him &lt;em&gt;ah pa. &lt;/em&gt;that is in &lt;em&gt;hakka. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our relationship started back in 1974. i was his first born. the eldest son. since then it has been a bumpy road for us. i was not really close to him. he was busy all the time. he did spent time with me &amp;amp; my siblings though. i did remember he used to brought me &amp; my brother for fishing at the nearby park when we were little. he would make funny jokes &amp;amp; sing&lt;em&gt; beatles &lt;/em&gt;songs when we were enjoying the cool breeze outside the house. he never failed to buy toys for us whenever he went on a oversea business trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i grew older. i became rebellious. always had arguments with him. at one stage, i even refused to talk to him. our relationship turned from bad to worst when i quit accounting as a profession. he was really disappointed. i joined a fast food chain as an assistant store manager in state. that didn't work out for me either. feeling a bit lost. &lt;em&gt;ah pa&lt;/em&gt; came to my rescue. he recommended an accounting job for me. from then on, we started talking again. i am beginning to share things with him. seeking his advice when i am in doubts. we understand each other more and more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up until today, we are still in good terms with each other. it has not been easy for me to patch things up with &lt;em&gt;ah pa. &lt;/em&gt;but i am glad i did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35585543-116122966439167393?l=cklittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/feeds/116122966439167393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35585543&amp;postID=116122966439167393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/116122966439167393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35585543/posts/default/116122966439167393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cklittle.blogspot.com/2006/10/ah-pa.html' title='Ah Pa'/><author><name>ck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02589028068036030720</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-35585543.post-116018855813494319</id><published>2006-10-06T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:13:07.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ck'/><title type='text'>Encounter of the Blog Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;I never knew much about blog until my manager mentioned to me one fine day. he started his own blog. a few of them!!! he gave me his blog address. there i was starting to read his blog &amp; several others like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;kennysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;xia xue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, light hearted, entertaining... ... ... i am lost for words for kennysia. no wonder he is so popular. he travels a lot too. i am so envy. then i read about xia xue. wow...the words she used was like so offensive. scolding people with the f word. kind of rude if you ask me. nonetheless, she is popular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now i have started my own blog. a blog about myself, my family, my friends &amp;amp; my colleagues. who knows. may be. just may be. my blog will be as famous as kennysia or xia xue in the not so far future. ha ha ha...thinking too much, am i?&lt;/span&gt; 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