<?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-34884072</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:26:49.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gilbert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/3871/1600/952687611041l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34884072.post-116791677048093483</id><published>2007-01-04T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:19:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honeymoon periods</title><content type='html'>I happened to read this somewhere on d web. It's like how true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honeymoon periods in a relationship are often the most wonderful. 2 wonderful lovebirds going totally crazy over each other. He can pick his nose in public and you'll think he looks cute. That's the power of love. Or is it true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months, 3 months or even 6 months a 'honeymoon period' can last. Can it last forever? Or rather should there even be a 'honeymoon period'. The equation is simple. A guy goes crazy over a girl. She plays hard to get even though she likes him. They got together after tons of effort put in from the guy. From Royce chocolates to lovely lilies. Fetching her to school/work everyday. Buys her dinner to her place when she says she's hungry and alone at home. 'I like this top.' Abracadabra, she gets it the next day on her table. Simple, the guy went all out to impress the lady. The wooing procedure every lady would appreciate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get together after she gets moved by all the effort and time spent on her. They undergo the 'honeymoon period' whereby it is definitely similar to the wooing procedure. He puts in the same amount of effort, energy and time. Flowers still appear so does the tops and skirts. These goes on for 3 months? 6 months? Things start to go away slowly... First the flowers, then the tops. Soon, you'll be meeting your beau directly in town for movie. That is when problems start surfacing and argues and quarrels comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day after an extremely heated argument, she blasted 'You've changed!' End of story. Sorry mate, you lost. Yes, you've changed. Or rather you've just transformed back to normal. Simply cause you're just not yourself when you're wooing her. Hello, wake up. You're not the best guy on earth and you never will be. Be yourself and if she does love you. She will love you for who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex once asked me. 'Hey, you did not need to put in much effort to woo me!' I replied, 'Do you want chocolates, flowers and effort placed upon you for 6 months or for the rest of your life?' Do your calculation. Period. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u've like been thru it, u'll know what it means. if u've never been thru it, LEARN something from all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34884072-116791677048093483?l=gilberttchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/feeds/116791677048093483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34884072&amp;postID=116791677048093483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116791677048093483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116791677048093483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/2007/01/honeymoon-periods.html' title='honeymoon periods'/><author><name>Gilbert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/3871/1600/952687611041l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34884072.post-116714641992823031</id><published>2006-12-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:20:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lizards in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2gSLGRgL3I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2gSLGRgL3I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34884072-116714641992823031?l=gilberttchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/feeds/116714641992823031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34884072&amp;postID=116714641992823031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714641992823031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714641992823031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/2006/12/lizards-in-love.html' title='lizards in love'/><author><name>Gilbert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/3871/1600/952687611041l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34884072.post-116714530366128725</id><published>2006-12-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:01:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRE-SCHOOL TEST</title><content type='html'>Pre-school children were asked the following question: &lt;br /&gt;"In which direction is the bus pictured below traveling?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3110/3871/1600/843185/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3110/3871/320/725574/bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look carefully at the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the answer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only possible answers are "left" or "right." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-schoolers all answered "right" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked, "Why do you think the bus is traveling in the right direction?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they answered: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you can't see the door." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel pretty stupid now, don't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3110/3871/1600/230156/bang%20wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3110/3871/320/695663/bang%20wall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34884072-116714530366128725?l=gilberttchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/feeds/116714530366128725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34884072&amp;postID=116714530366128725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714530366128725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714530366128725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/2006/12/pre-school-test.html' title='PRE-SCHOOL TEST'/><author><name>Gilbert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/3871/1600/952687611041l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34884072.post-116714501299164798</id><published>2006-12-26T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:46:57.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Humour</title><content type='html'>1. Women are unpredictable. Before marriage, she expects a man, after marriage she suspects him, and after death she respects him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There was this guy who told his woman that he loved her so much that he would go thru hell for her. They got married - and now he is going thru hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds : "Wife wanted ". Next day, he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing : "You can have mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing : either the car is new or the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's easy to tell if a man is married or not. Just  watch him drive a car with a woman sitting beside him. If both his hands are on the wheel, you can be sure he is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A man received a letter from some kidnappers. The letter said, "If you don't promise to send us $100,000 I swear that we will kidnap your wife." The poor man wrote back, " I am afraid I can't keep my promise, but I hope you will keep yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the matter, you look depressed." "I'm having trouble with my wife." "What happened?" "She said she wasn't going to speak to me for 30 days." "But that ought to make you happy." "It did, but today is the last day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is 18 - She is a football, 22 men going after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is 28 - She is a hockey ball, 8 men going after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is 38 - She is a golf ball, 1 man hitting on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is 48 - She is a pingpong ball, 2 men pushing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20 - A man is like a coconut, so much to offer, so little to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 30 - He is like a durian, dangerous but delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 40 - He is like a watermelon, big, round and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 50 - He is like a mandarin orange, the season comes once in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 60 - He is just like a raisin, dried out, wrinkles and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage Humour In the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- God created earth and rested. Then God created man and rested.&lt;br /&gt;   Then God created woman. Since then, neither God nor man has rested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34884072-116714501299164798?l=gilberttchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/feeds/116714501299164798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34884072&amp;postID=116714501299164798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714501299164798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714501299164798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/2006/12/marriage-humour.html' title='Marriage Humour'/><author><name>Gilbert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/3871/1600/952687611041l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34884072.post-116714448970870160</id><published>2006-12-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:48:41.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson on Singapore history?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWmLAui6OOw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWmLAui6OOw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/3871/1600/952687611041l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34884072.post-116714426636263418</id><published>2006-12-26T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:44:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world's strongest dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34884072-116714426636263418?l=gilberttchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/feeds/116714426636263418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34884072&amp;postID=116714426636263418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714426636263418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34884072/posts/default/116714426636263418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilberttchen.blogspot.com/2006/12/worlds-strongest-dad.html' title='world&apos;s strongest dad'/><author><name>Gilbert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3110/3871/1600/952687611041l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34884072.post-116714404512382314</id><published>2006-12-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:40:52.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?</title><content type='html'>DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. &lt;br /&gt;She said,"How do I know if I married the right person?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, &lt;br /&gt;"It depends. Is that your husband?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are &lt;br /&gt;good that it's weighing on your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with &lt;br /&gt;your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked &lt;br /&gt;their idiosyncrasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a &lt;br /&gt;completely natural and spontaneous experience. &lt;br /&gt;You didn't have to DO anything. &lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called "falling" in love... Because it's happening TO YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept off my feet." Think about the &lt;br /&gt;imagery of that ____expression. It implies that you were just standing &lt;br /&gt;there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the &lt;br /&gt;natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls &lt;br /&gt;become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when &lt;br /&gt;it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, &lt;br /&gt;drives you nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you &lt;br /&gt;think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between &lt;br /&gt;the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry &lt;br /&gt;subsequent stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry &lt;br /&gt;the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of &lt;br /&gt;the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with &lt;br /&gt;someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their &lt;br /&gt;spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for &lt;br /&gt;fulfillment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is &lt;br /&gt;the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church, a hobby, a &lt;br /&gt;friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It &lt;br /&gt;lies within it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You &lt;br /&gt;could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a &lt;br /&gt;few years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER &lt;br /&gt;just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it &lt;br /&gt;day in and day out. That's why we have the ____expression "the labor of &lt;br /&gt;love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort and energy. And most importantly, it &lt;br /&gt;takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific &lt;br /&gt;things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your &lt;br /&gt;marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there &lt;br /&gt;are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise &lt;br /&gt;program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your &lt;br /&gt;relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and &lt;br /&gt;effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... &lt;br /&gt;you can "make" love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... 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